Narrow eyes

The following night, Curtis appeared very early. The bar was empty, so I could not ignore him or pretend to be awfully busy with someone else. I expected him to be a bit angry at me, or at least despondent. Instead he came to me with a broad smile, that made his eyes narrower. I love narrow eyes: they have something naughty, if not evil, that always intrigued me.

He started his usual polite routine conversation: a nice compliment for the dress, then about the way I wore it, he inquired about my work, always avoiding my private life. We talked casually about the bar and the busy season at the hotel. He hardly ever offered any information about himself, but that night he spoke about his grown up son, about his daughter, still at high school, about his parents, who divorced when he was only a child. He was charming, and witty, and sometime he looked genuinely sad. I tried as I could to steer away from the sensitive topics. Of course we had a couple of drinks and we got closer. He caressed my arms, in his own special way. I liked that, he really could turn me on with that simple gesture. No, he was not angry at me, not at all.

The evening passed on, he asked sometimes about me, I answered only when I felt it appropriate. I didn’t want him to become too intimate. I know it sounds strange, given what already happened just two nights before, but after all he had tipped me very generously for that massage, it was a business transaction, nothing to do with my private self.

Still, Curtis had a way of chatting that I found irresistible. He was funny, but in a smart way. He never insulted me, as many customers do even without noticing. Just because I work  in a bar and sometime I like mercenary sex, I am neither stupid, nor ignorant . I had a good education, although I decided not to use it for my job. So we could have a significant conversation, although I felt compelled to make him feel much more intelligent than me. Men usually like that – and I find exciting seeing them basking in my admiration.

It was almost time to close, we were still chatting and laughing and drinking. I really felt hot. “What do you think of a Jacuzzi, Curtis?” I asked suddenly. He opened his eyes, surprised. Before he could say anything, I stood up, waiting for him to follow me.

Relieved

I felt much better after the massage... things added up again, they made sense again. Curtis was just another customer, no better, no worse. I knew how to handle him, he was nice company, but nothing more. I felt relieved by this notion.
I spent the rest of the night and a good part of the morning in my bed, recharging myself. I mentally reviewed the outfit for the night at work: a very short, very red, very shiny dress, that left my back completely naked. No way to wear underwear with such dress and this simplified the rest: my beautiful, terribly high, strapped sandals would be the only necessary accessory. I wanted to be the star of The Fish Bowl.
I was already in a very good mood when Curtis enter the bar, that evening. He sat at the counter, ordered a drink and started looking in my direction, hoping to attract my attention. I ignored him, laughing a bit too loud and getting very close to the fat American that seemed very taken by my neck.
Curtis kept drinking, starting to look very tired and a bit sad. I kept an eye on him, while pouring more bourbon in the glass of the fat guy. I did everything to show that I was having a very good time. I had to  fight a bit, because the huge hands of my customers seemed to reach everywhere. I got distracted by the umpteenth attack to my thighs: I gave in just for a second, a little prize for the fat guy, who was very excited and sweating copiously. I looked at the end of the counter, Curtis was not there anymore. Oh. Maybe the massage the night before had taken too much of his sleep... or maybe he didn't like the fact that I was not taking him into consideration. What did he expect? I work here, didn't he know?

Business as usual?

Yes, everything went very well. Curtis definitely knew how to kiss and what to do to please me - he seemed very attentive and very passionate at the same time. Nevertheless I could lead the game as I wanted - I was the masseuse after all, so from time to time I would remind him that he had to lie down still and try to enjoy the treatment... but he didn't really listened. I found his eagerness charming. But it was a massage, not a night together, so when he seemed appropriately exhausted, I simply disappeared in the adjacent room and dressed myself. At that point, I just wanted a shower and a good sleep.
Curtis was gathering his clothes, clumsily trying to put them on, but he wasn't really hurrying up. He looked at me and smiled, a bit embarassed. He evidently didn't know what to say. I felt strangely excited by his attitude...he seemed suddenly like a guilty teenager who just had his first time - and definitely that hadn't been the case. Shall I find you at the bar again tonight? he asked. I just nodded. I wasn't sure though I wanted to be so available...

Just a massage

Curtis followed me without saying a word. The spa was dark, the jacuzzi empty, but as I proposed a massage, Curtis nodded enthusiastically. He was breathing harder, but still didn't say anything. He started undressing, looking at me, and I did the same.
He lay on the massage bed, and stared very tense at ceiling, waiting. I started talking to him, very soothingly and very softly, explaining that I am pretty good with massage and that most of my customers love my treatments. He tried to keep a casual tone of voice. Really? I am sure you must be very competent...
I paused for a second. Oh, sure, I am especially good in the Thai body massage, although it's a bit messy. He raised his head and looked at me quizzically. Yes, because first I have to oil my whole body and then use all my limbs to massage the patient. I could see he was getting quite interested in the topic. The only problem is that most of the times my customers cannot really relax when I slide up and down, over their body. I could hear Curtis gulping, but struggling to keep perfectly still. Oh, indeed? He pretended not to understand what I meant, but I had visual evidence that he had a very clear idea. I kept oiling myself, while Curtis tried to keep his eyes on the ceiling. Then I climbed over his body and started to massage him, very slowly. Everything went very well. Very well indeed.

Look who's back...

I felt very excited by my new flat – so I put much more energy in my work. I even invested some money in some new clothes, but especially in some very elegant high heel sandals... so much money for so little leather!

I was looking complacently at the very crowded room, when someone tapped on my shoulder. It was Curtis. He was suntanned, and he wore in an informal way. Maybe he had lost some weight and he had a very relaxed, very open smile. It was a strange moment for me: I felt so happy to see him! But I didn't want to show him how I happy I was, and this felt even stranger. We started talking, he was so kind and warm! He sounded genuinely interested in me, we laughed, we drank, we spent the whole evening chatting. He told funny stories about himself and his passion for golf, just some hints about his “selling” job... it was a delightful evening. When the last customer left the bar (together with Kim), we suddenly fell silent and he became very serious. He looked at me, as if waiting for something to happen. It felt very natural to take his hand and lead him to the hotel spa, that was closed, so late in the night...

Good news

The bruises healed, although it took a while with my skin, so pale... The Fish Bowl was as full as ever, business was good. I was in a good mood, since my bank account was quite fat. I love shopping, especially for shoes and lingerie, but here the big news: I was ready to buy my own place! I felt that a dream was finally within reach, so it didn't take much effort to be merry and lighten up the mood of my customers.

One evening I felt euphoric enough to keep company to two gentlemen at the same time. They had come to sit near me as if they had a plan, one at my left, one at my right, and they immediately started a conversation that sounded a bit rehearsed in advance... of course they were full of compliments, they made me understand they were good friends who liked to share the rest of the evening with me, since they admired me so much... I knew the type, so I happily proceeded to make them spend an awful lot of money for champagne. Of course no one wanted to look shallow-pocketed in front of the other, and the bill soon became quite heavy. We were going to order our third outrageously expensive bottle, when the Manager called me. I wondered why he distracted me from a very promising job, but I was delighted to hear that my performance had been so good in the past weeks, that the bar Management wished to give me a special bonus: not only a handsome check, but also a pole dancing course! I had always wished to follow one, I thought I could have talent for it... and again it could have been good for the business. I was so enthusiastic, that I really made sure to give an unforgettable night to my two very talkative, very generous and very tipsy friends.