Sweet Revenge

“You mean, you just decided what you want to be when you grow up?” Ted cracked.

“Yeah, basically.”

“And what is that?”

“Oh, I believe I want to teach elementary school. So, I’m going to start back to college in the fall to get my bachelor’s degree in Elementary Education. I figure I can complete it all in about two and a half years.”

“Wow, that is quite the commitment,” Ted said. “But I’m sure you will do great. That’s very noble, working with kids. You definitely have a knack with them.”

“Thanks.”

“So, I am curious why a beautiful woman like you isn’t already snatched up and married.”

Ted reached behind himself and moved my hands down lower. I was now just above his ass. The rest of him was covered with only a towel and he was wearing a pair of boxers underneath it. He had insisted on it as the most comfort for his massage. I almost objected, but I didn’t want to tip him off too much that I was not in any way falling for it.”

“Your lower back giving you problems?” I asked.

“Yeah, just in the center, and then it radiates out to the sides sometimes. Any idea what that could be? Should I go to a chiropractor?”

“Well, it might be an old injury. You say you hurt yourself during your racing career? Plus, I’d imagine being in that position on those bikes constantly had to wreak its toll on your back.”

“Yeah, I’ve tweaked it a time or two that is for sure.”

I applied pressure to his lower back with both hands and then I began to move my hands in a circular motion outward. I felt his tension slowly starting to ease.

“That’s the spot…” Ted groaned. “Yeah… there…”

I applied hard pressure then. His groans got louder, but still I held on. It was good for the muscles to undergo that stress so they would get the improved blood flow to them and start to heal.

Finally, I released the pressure. “Wow, that was sore,” Ted said.

“It will start to feel better in the next day or two,” I said. “You should have your regular masseuse give you a once over.”

“Well, if I’m being honest, I think you are doing a better job.”

“Thanks. I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I am not a masseuse.”

“You could have fooled me,” Ted said.

I grabbed some more oil and went back to massaging his lower back.

And then Ted grabbed my hands and started to move them towards his ass. I held on strongly and then backed away.

“Not gonna happen,” I said with a smile. I was disgusted but I tried to portray that I was mildly annoyed and nothing more.

Ted laughed, his giddy, half-drunk laugh.

“What’s wrong? I thought we had a thing going?” Ted asked.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I said. “I was just trying to help. I’m sorry if you misread me.”

I stopped the massage and began to round up my things.

Ted sat up on his elbows and looked at me very confused.

“Where are you going?” Ted asked.

“It’s past my shift,” I said. “I need to leave.”

“Wait…” Ted said. He almost sounded like he was pleading with me.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I think the alcohol has me doing some funny things tonight. Please stay.”

He sounded almost sincere, but then again Ted was the best at being “almost” whatever he wanted.

I was halfway to the door, but I stopped. I was drawing him in and it was working. Soon, he was going to think that I felt sorry for him and that I was starting to let my guard down for him to get into my head. And then I’d have him. I’d turn the tables and he would never know what hit him.

“Ok,” I said. “But I want to keep it clear. We have a business relationship; nothing else.”

Ted nodded. “Sure, absolutely. I’m sorry again.”

I sat my stuff back down and began to massage him again, this time higher on his back.

“So, how long was it after your wife died, before you started to date again?”

“What?” Ted asked. He seemed confused by the question, or more like startled. I loved to keep him off balance.

“I just imagine it would take a long time before I was ready to move on after such a serious relationship with someone I loved, and then to have them taken from this world in such a grisly way…”

I shuttered so that he would see how it creeped me out.

“Oh,” Ted said. “I… um… well, to be honest, I didn’t actually do any dating for a good six months.”

“How did you get back into it?” I asked. I grabbed the lotion and rubbed it between my hands, letting the lotion soak through my fingers, and then I applied it to his back.

Ted paused a moment. He was clearly trying to come up with some plausible lies, all the while dealing with the relaxing sensation of the massage. It was hard to lie when you were that relaxed.