The Masseur Knows Too Much

Chapter 007

“Logan, Donna told me that you are an expert masseur! You helped her relieve all her tension. I want to do the same, or else I’ll lodge a complaint and say you touched me inappropriately!” Goddamnit! Did Donna tell her about how I fingered her the other day?

Initially, I thought of growing a spine and saying no. However, I knew that I could not afford to do so. If Lola lodged a complaint and I lost my job, what would I do? If everyone found out I was no longer blind, Martin would be the first to send me packing. Working at the massage parlor did not pay very well, and I knew I could not afford to rent my own place.

“Then what do you want me to do?” I hissed, irate.

“Donna mentioned a pressure point that’s located at the inner thigh. She said that it was great for relieving fatigue. I want you to massage it for me.”

The pressure point at the inner thigh? I was stunned. When I looked at Lola, I noticed that she was blushing ever so slightly. From the looks of it, Lola knew exactly where the pressure point was located.

Fine! Whatever! If Lola wanted it, why should I be scared? I had more to be afraid of if I did not comply.

“I need to wash my hands before I do that,” I explained, and Lola nodded, letting me out.

The moment I left the room, I went over to Steven’s room. In reality, I was just making up an excuse so that I could check on Donna! The doors to our rooms had a pane of glass set in the middle. The glass was mostly opaque, but there was a very thin strip around the edges that one could use to peer through. I stood where the door joined the wall and squinted. Donna was alone in the room, and she was still dressed!

I was afraid Steven would have taken advantage of her since he was such an animal. The moment I realized she was still dressed, I felt less worried.

However, I had other concerns. Why hasn\'t Steven started massaging her after such a long time? I had already spent fifteen minutes with Lola. Since he was not in the room with Donna, I decided to go to the storeroom where we kept our massage products, like oils, towels, and extra tables.

When I entered the room, Steven was chatting happily with one of his friends. The moment I entered the room, they shut up. “Hi,” I said mildly, heading straight to the shelf where massage oils were kept. I grabbed a bottle of lavender-scented oil, then turned around.

Steven was pouring powder into a glass of water.

I was terrified. Judging from Steven’s expression, he was up to no good. I wondered what kind of evil intentions he had this time.

He had no idea I could see everything they were doing, so he made no secret of what he was doing. As I exited the room, Steven did too. He took the water and went back to Donna\'s massage room.

The moment I went back to my room, Lola whined, “What took you so long? Do you have a problem massaging me?”

I saw red. Lola was such a brat!

Fine! If it was a massage she wanted, it was a massage she got!

“Lie down on your back. Bend your knees and put your feet flat on the table,” I commanded, my voice going deep. Startled, Lola complied. She was not shaved like Donna was, and I could see that her pubic hair was trimmed tidily. The hair atop her mound was even in the shape of a heart! It was something that would have amused me, had I not been too preoccupied with what Steven was doing. He always had a dirty trick up his sleeves, so I knew I had to finish massaging Lola as quickly as I could before looking for Donna - all while ensuring that she was satisfied enough.

“I’m going to massage you now,” I growled, placing both hands on the inside of Lola’s thighs. The massage table was quite wide, so she was able to plant her feet on the table comfortably. I stroked her thighs, forcing myself to be gentle so that she would relax. As I inched my way up her thighs, Lola sighed very quietly in pleasure before stifling herself. Oh, you want to play it that way? I thought, grinning devilishly. Two could play at that game.

With my left hand, I gripped Lola tightly at the juncture of her thigh and her hip, keeping her in place. With my right, I reached out and parted her labia slowly, keeping my touch sensual. I made sure to graze her clit every now and then, and the way her breathing hitched told me that I was achieving my goal.

“Don’t tease me,” Lola whined. I chuckled, but acquiesced anyway.

“No more teasing, then,” I replied, my smile evident in my voice. I used the pads of my fingertips and rubbed the outside of her cunt, trying to stimulate the wings of the clitoris that I knew lay on both sides of the vagina while I flicked her clitoris gently with my thumb. When Lola whined and shoved her hips towards me again, I pressed a finger, then two, into her much like I had done with Donna. My hands were not brutish and masculine, and it seemed like they were well-suited for the task. Lola must have been very sexually frustrated, as she responded beautifully to my ministrations. As I kept up a steady series of circles on her clitoris and pumped my fingers in and out of her, Lola began groaning.

“You have to be quiet,” I told her quickly. “If someone hears you, we’ll both be in trouble.” Obligingly, Lola shut herself up by pressing a hand against her mouth. She did so just in time. A mere minute later, she stifled a shriek as she bucked vigorously against me, her other hand flying down to clasp my hand where it was against her clit. I felt a gush of liquid against my palm as Lola convulsed a few times, driving my hand hard against her vulva before going a little limp.

“That was good,” she sighed, turning lazily to gaze at me as I withdrew. Specifically, she looked at my pants before frowning.

“It’s time for a break,” I cut in hurriedly. Her fluids were still on my hand, but I had no time to wash them off, so I settled for wiping my hands quickly with a paper towel. I had to get to Donna!

“Logan Reed! You…” Lola shouted, but now was not the time to handle her. If I dilly dallied, who knew what Steven would do to Donna?

Since there were hardly any customers this early, the massage rooms were mostly empty. I did not encounter anyone else on my way there.

Through the same gap in the door, I glimpsed something very wrong. Donna was lying on the massage bed, completely limp as though she was asleep, while Steven unbuttoned her dress!

I was so infuriated that I slammed the door open right away, charging toward Steven.

“Stupid blind bat! What are you doing here?” Steven yelled. He picked up a glass, the same one he had been handling in the store room, and hurled it at me!

Today was not Steven’s day. I darted out of the way and dodged the cup. Then, I raised my hand and punched Steven squarely in his face!

“You bastard!” he howled, clutching his face. Steven was blind in one eye, and I had punched his good eye. Rage rose within me as I looked at Donna lying limply on the table. I grabbed Steven\'s head and punched him repeatedly until someone else grabbed me by the shoulders, hauling me back.

“Stop! Logan Reed, stop this instant!” It was Steven’s friends. These people had helped Steven to bully me in the past. This time, there was no escape for any one of them.

I let go of Steven and went toward them. Since I could see now, there was no question of winning. I punched two more people in the face before a voice halted me.

“Logan, are you insane? Do you want to lose your job? How could you get in a fight?” The owner of the massage parlor suddenly appeared.

Did I want to lose my job?

I laughed coldly. Can’t the owner see what’s really happening?

“Steven drugged this girl!” I insisted, jabbing a finger at Donna. “Look! She hasn’t woken up although we made all this noise!” The owner rolled his eyes.

“Since you have the guts to make trouble, you can forget about leaving! Beat him up!” The massage parlor owner waved his hand and summoned his men over.

The massage parlor owner really had it out for me. He had been reluctant to give me a job in the first place, but I had proven to be too good to fire. Now that the opportunity had arisen, there was no way he would let me off easily.

Just what did Steven do to make the massage parlor owner defend him this way? I thought.

The people from the massage parlor instantly surrounded me. I did a quick count, and noticed that there were at least ten men. If they decided to attack me at the same time, I was dead meat.

“Hang on! What are you doing? If you fight him, I will call the police!” Lola shrieked, raising her hand. In it was her phone, with the three digits of our emergency service hotline already punched in.

The massage parlor owner instantly changed his tune and said, “It’s nothing. We were just having a little argument over here. I called my employees out to help stop the fight!”

Threatening to call the police always worked.

The massage parlor owner left with his men quickly. Lola came over and instantly started cursing. Thankfully, I had taken care of Steven and he had not touched Donna. It was really the best outcome possible.

I went to the owner and requested the rest of the day off. He looked at me with scorn and rolled his eyes. “I don’t care if you come back,” he muttered.

Lola and I brought Donna home. Thank goodness Lola had driven here! After an hour or two, Donna finally regained consciousness. The moment she awoke, she patted herself down, trying to see if her clothing was still in place. From the looks of it, she knew what had nearly happened earlier.

Lola promptly said, “Don\'t worry. No one touched you. Your cousin Logan saved you in the nick of time!”

There was something strange about Lola’s tone, but I could not be bothered to ask Lola what was wrong. Instead, I explained what had happened to Donna. “I am so sorry, Logan. I caused trouble for you,” she sighed afterwards. “I think you might not have a job anymore.”

I shook my head, unwilling to say more. If the owner knew that Steven had drugged Donna and did nothing about it, the parlor was definitely not a good place to work at all. Donna stayed awake for a little while more, managing to eat a little toast and drink some water before she fell asleep again.

“Help me take off Donna’s clothes,” said Lola suddenly.

I felt a little embarrassed, but I nodded and helped her strip Donna.

Donna was wearing a dress today, so we had to lift her up in order to undress her. She did not react at all as we shifted her to get the dress off, a clear sign that she was still in need of rest.

“I am going to help her do her laundry first. You can continue taking off her underwear,” Lola tossed over her shoulder, stalking out of the room with Donna’s laundry basket in hand.