She passed through an adjoining door, walking quickly and with purpose.
“And this is Dmitri.” Renee introduced me to the last person in the row. He stood almost seven feet tall and seemed built of pure muscle. His head was shaved, though dark hair obviously grew there in abundance. He took my hand, his beefy palm swallowing mine whole.
“Very nice to meet you.” His Russian accent was so thick it made his words almost unintelligible. But like the others, he had a smile and warmth for me. I appreciated any compassion they had to offer.
“And what do you do, Dmitri?”
He released my hand and held his palms in front of me. “Massage.”
“Oh.” I swallowed hard.
“I no hurt you.” He squeezed my hand encouragingly. “Well, maybe a little. You like. Promise.”
“First, into the hot tub,” Juliet said. “I need your skin nice and pruny.” She stepped toward the massage tables. “Come on, get on in. We have a lot to do.”
“You want me to just strip in front of everyone?” I looked from Renee to Juliet and then up at Dmitri.
I crossed my arms over my chest. They could clean me up and dress me like a doll, but I wasn’t going to run around naked for their amusement.
Dmitri laughed, the sound filling the large room and making it seem somehow small. “Nothing new to me, Miss Stella. But I wait over there if make you more comfortable.” He shrugged and went through the same door as Yong.
“Needless to say, this”—Alex waved his hand up and down at my body—“does nothing for me. But I’ll still be a gentleman and wait in my booth. I’m going to need to send out for a bit more color, anyway. I’m thinking we’re going to make your red a bit more strawberry and maybe a touch of…” His words trailed off as he left the room.
Renee backed up and took a seat near the door before pulling a small book from her pocket. “I’ll stay with you in case you need anything. Just try to relax. Enjoy it. Mr. Sinclair has spared no expense.”
“First class ticket from L.A. and a sweet paycheck,” Juliet agreed.
I smirked. “Well, we definitely want Vinemont to get his money’s worth.” I stripped without ceremony and stepped into the bubbling water in the center of the room.
“I met him for all of five seconds. That man is absolutely dreamy.” Juliet knelt in a corner of the room and began removing various equipment from a large rolling case.
Was she going to use all that on me?
“Yeah, if you like tall, dark, and psychotic,” I said.
Renee snorted.
I slid further down into the enveloping warmth, and lay my head back.
“So are you really going to a ball?” Juliet asked.
“That’s what I keep hearing.”
Juliet squealed a little. “That’s just so, so exciting! And like, romantic. We don’t do stuff like balls in L.A.—I should have been born Southern. I wish I could go with you.”
“No, you don’t.” I closed my eyes and let my whispered words fade into the bubbling heat around me.
***
Four hours later, I was putty in Dmitri’s strong hands. I lay completely naked—my sense of modesty waxed away right along with all my body hair—and let his magical fingers work me over.
“You so tense, Krasivaya.” Dmitri had taken to referring to me as krasivaya. I didn’t know what it meant and I honestly didn’t care as long as he kept smoothing his hands over my body and making my muscles sing.
I’d been buffed, oiled, manicured, pedicured, handfed by Renee as my nails dried, and now I was being turned into a limp noodle by Dmitri.
“It’s almost my turn. I can’t wait.” Alex clapped his hands as he stood next to me. “You know, I’ve never really cared for the female form, but I might make an exception for yours. It’s actually pretty. If you had a dick, I’d definitely fuck you.”
I snickered as Dmitri’s large palm pressed into my lower back.
“Why so many girl-men in this country? In Russia, we have no such men. Only real men.” Dmitri moved to my ass and rubbed from there down to my thighs in strong strokes, as if squeegeeing my stress away.
“Is that so? I have an ex-boyfriend who came straight from Russia with man love. That St. Petersburg boy could power bottom like a son of a bitch.”
“Truly?” Dmitri squeezed and rolled my thighs.
“I had the orgasms to prove it.”
I moaned as Dmitri’s hands worked the tension from me. Had I been afraid of him? He was a massage god.
“Ah, hear that? That is what real men desire to hear. To make woman tremble with desire for him. You need to learn this. Then you be real man.”
“Yeah, I’ll get right to work on that.” Alex patted my behind. “You’re mine next. And I promise, unlike some real men”—he mimicked a Russian accent—“I won’t have a raging boner when I’m touching you.”