Hot Massage

“Nothing massage-related,” I said, shaking my head lightly and grinning. I hadn’t realized how much I liked and missed talking with Eden. She’d been Daisy’s stepmom the entire time I had dated Daisy, and even before when she and I had just been classmates. Eden’s relative youth compared to our parents had always made her the ‘cool mom,’ though it had always been because Eden was good at sitting on the fence between ‘just a friend’ and ‘mom.’

I stood up and went to the switch on the wall, flipping it so that the glass wall and door turned opaque. “I’ll just step out for a minute so you can disrobe and get under the sheet.”

“Thanks, kiddo,” she said.

I did as I said, waiting in the hallway. Violet, one of the female masseuses, passed me with one of her clients. She was somewhere in her forties, blonde and built like the epitome of a ‘Swedish masseuse’ that could bend you into a pretzel. She just gave me a nod as she led her female client down to her own room. After a thirty count, I kno