Private massage with a twist (darkest_fate and Rick_S)

[Rick_S]

It's Hollywood; a place that can make or break people. Those who make it generally can look forward to a life of fame and fortune. For a while at least. The downside is the music and movie industry is fickle and a star can fall as quickly as they are raised, and it is even worse easy to develop a reputation.

Consequently, stars like Selena Gomez need to constantly take care how the public sees them; all it takes is one ill gotten remark or exposure and the reputation is ruined. Fortunately, stardom affords all kinds of luxuries such as massage parlor visits to rest and recuperate from the stress they are burdened with.

So, with them knowing they expect a high profile guest such as Selena Gomez the parlor pretty much shut down for the afternoon, allowing no other visitors - allegedly to keep the celebrity sheltered from the preying eyes of the public and bothersome fans. It is a false sense of security though with hidden cameras strategically placed in the lobby, waiting room and even inside the dressing room provided for her to strip own and change her cloths.

There is nobody else around once the girl passes the lobby, yet her every move is carefully captured by high definition cameras. All in all there are several areas at her disposal, to use however she desires: a sauna, a hot tub and the massage room itself.

The latter is the only place populated. Here Mike, a six foot bald black guy with athletic build awaits together with his assistant Bryan. Both of them are dressed in thin fitness suites with pants and but a shirt, each outlining their physique just nicely. Sweet incense burns in the room, giving the air a musky scent. What wasn't shared with Selena is that this scent is laced with a drug designed to help a woman relax and lower her inhibitions.

 

[darkest_fate]

RE: Private massage with a twist

The whole setup felt really embarrassing for Selena. She'd booked the appointment mostly because her agents and handlers had really insisted. Everyone kept saying that she needed a break, that she didn't want to freak out or collapse or spiral. The pressure had just been intense, and so Selena didn't really see any way she could turn them down. The thought of stripping naked, or nearly naked, and having someone touch her though.... it definitely made her feel more than a little uncomfortable. Selena barely touched herself, let alone letting anyone else have access.

Not that her body wasn't ready for it. Like so many from the Disney machine, Selena had come out looking ripe. A softly rounded face and easy smile would always lend a "cute" air to the Hispanic performer. Yet genetics had enhanced a beauty that Disney had struggled to hide. Slender curves had developed, kept almost brutally in check by a strict regime of dancing and performing. Breasts had blossomed upon a tender chest: not massive orbs, but fairly impressive for the girl's slender build. Her lush black hair, often curled, fell gently around her face, covering nearly to her shoulders. A softly rounded, heart-shaped rear looked impressive enough, and her slender legs drew attention.

Most of that was on display now, as Selena shimmied out of the yoga pants and top she'd worn, leaving her with a teal bikini. She'd read that they'd be alright with that, so she'd opted for one that she thought looked pretty cute on her. It did leave a fair amount of her slightly tanned skin bared, but she'd done photoshoots in less, so she figured she could put it together. Plus, she'd totally relax once she actually got to the massage. The girl shook herself out a few more times, even hopping. She'd come in, passed through the reservations, and then headed into a sort of dressing locker room and all. Then the clothes had come off, and they at least had towels waiting for her.

"Just... put the towels on and head out," Selena said, grabbing a few teal ones to wrap around her body. "It's just a massage. You've totally had these before," she took another breath, nodded, and entered the massage room. The strange odor nearly made her reel back, her head shaking slightly. It just smelled... off. But maybe it was the whole ambiance thing they were going for, and she really shouldn't argue too much. There were the two guys: one an impressive black guy who loomed over the much smaller Selena.

"Uh, hi," she said, raising a hand up, wiggling a few fingers. "I'm... Selena? Okay, you guys probably totally know that. I'm, ah, here for a massage?" She smiled nervously, bringing the hand up to brush back some hair before taking a few steps closer to the table. "So, like, do you just want me to lay down on the table or is there a chair or...?" she looked around, trying not to look nervous and knowing she was failing miserably. Gah, she sang and performed for thousands; you'd think she could handle being in a room with two guys.

 

[Rick_S]

RE: Private massage with a twist

What's embarrassing for Selena is more than exciting for the guys waiting for her. It's not like the Mike and Bryan are immune to the lingering scents, just perhaps more used to it and frankly don't care if they get horny standing there; they'd be anyway - after all the girl padding inside the room while dressed in a teal bikini is a young Selena Gomez, looking ever so nervous and ever so ignorant about what exactly she might have stepped in.

Selena probably would feel worse if she knew how her shimmying out of her top had been recorded and how the same camera captured her pulling down those yoga pants her long legs; she'd probably done more than only reel back if she knew what the two guys are thinking about when she enters the room and how they are intent on not letting her out without some rough, hardcore fucking right on the table in front of her.

Still, Mike attempts a smile in response to Selena's questions and nods his head; a gesture as much to signal an agreement as an excuse to give her a once over as she stands there. He is really glad there is a table between them to mostly conceal his growing arousal. "Yes, of course I know who you are. Do you prefer if I call you Selena or miss Gomez?"

Bryan does not involve himself in the conversation at this point. He stands aside and busies himself with making sure all kinds of oils and lotions are made ready and available on a nearby cart. "Laying down would be good," Mike answers. "Most our guests prefer to get all the tension out of their back, thighs and calves first so laying on your stomach would be best unless you prefer having me do your front first."

Bryan hands Mike a towel and the latter folds it to a thin strip, wide enough to cover most of Selena's butt but not all of it. "Oh, feel free to simply drop your towels or use them to lay on them, we have our own ones to use." Not that any necessity for this exists, the two guys merely hope to coerce the young actress into giving them a glimpse of how the towels drop from her body to reveal her in her underwear as she steps up to the table.

"Other than that," Mike continues, "simply lay down, relax and if you want close your eyes, and take a few good breaths." The latter too is, of course, entirely optional but inhaling deep would allow more of the drug to enter the young celebrities body and making it that much easier for her to eventually succumb to both atmosphere and sensations of being touched all over.

 

[darkest_fate]

The two guys at least seemed totally professional about the whole thing. And why wouldn't they be? This was probably, like, the hundredth massage they'd done or something. Well, one of them might be some kind of master and the other an apprentice, but they'd clearly done a few of these, at least enough to act all professional and be all nice and stuff to Selena. At least it made it easier for her to slide into a professional voice and stance.

"Selena's fine," she insisted, waving a hand. "I mean, you're about to touch me and stuff, so it seems kinda weird for you to be going all 'Miss Gomez' on me," she let out another giggle before taking a few more breaths. That smell was still totally strange: she couldn't place it nor did she really understand what it was doing or why they had it going or whatever. It had to be some kinda spa treatment thing.

Anyway, they told her to lay down, and Selena moved toward the table, still clad in the towel and all. She heard the comment about dropping it and gave them a slightly nervous smile. It wasn't as if she didn't have the whole bikini thing underneath. Getting nervous about dropping a towel seemed kinda silly in perspective. So she carefully unwrapped it, showing them their first few of her pert little rear clad so deliciously by bikini fabric. She tucked the towel underneath the table, figuring she'd probably want it when she was done. Two hands then came up to move aside some hair before she shifted onto the table.

Hands folded in front of her at first, cupping her face. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, remembering techniques she'd learned through yoga to help you relax. Take the deep breath, suck the air into your core, hold it for just a few heartbeats, and then release. It definitely made her feel better, like, way better than she'd expected. Selena's limbs were already starting to feel like jello and they hadn't even started.

"Okay, I'm totally ready," she said, shifting to look at Mike. "I'm hoping that, like, the oil's all warm and stuff, because I don't want to sound too girly or anything," she let out another little laugh before shifting again, feeling a good deal more sluggish than before, as if she'd just woken up or something.

 

[Rick_S]

It is absolutely true. They are professionals and have done this before. What's a first is having a Selena Gomez stand before them and tell them how they are about to get to touch her and "stuff"; even sweetening the deal by giving them a nervous smile just before allowing her towel to slide down her body. Both Mike and his assistant cannot help a grin when one so easily succeeds in talking the young actress into putting up a show before laying down and as added bonus give them an eye full when bending forward and sticking her rump out to them.

Mike has his towel neatly folded and places it across Selena's rear after she laid down on the table. It's a thin strip really, too small to cover her entire butt, yet enough to conceal part of it and inevitably draw attention to the exposed area where her buttocks end in her legs. He has noted with some satisfaction how the young celebrity took a couple deep whiffs and even held the air in her core inevitably helping the drug along to take its effect.

Now he is starting to touch her. "Don't worry about how you sounds, Selena. In here, nobody can hear you." Nobody but them an the cameras that is, but these are details Mike omits as he begins his message with her bare feet, gently kneading them from her toes to her heels before working his way down to her ankles and calves.

No, the oils are not exactly warm - they are designed to stimulate her nerve endings, not put her to sleep. By the time Mike's hand made it up to Selena's knees Bryan has stepped closer too. The assistant is laying hands on her by working some oils into the skin at her shoulders and upper back while Mike proceeds to do his magic at her thighs; slowly pushing both his thumbs to the side and in between her legs to rub against the sensitive flesh on the inside of Selena's legs.

Bryan's hands meanwhile make their way further down and towards the actresses bikini top. "You mind me opening this? It'd make it easier to get the tension out of your back?" But it's not tension they hope to relieve; in the contrary - their aim is to subject Selena to the sensations of having two strong hands intrude her privacy by sliding between her thighs, teasing her flesh and urging her to spread her legs all the while her top comes open hiding her tits only by virtue of her laying on them.

 

[darkest_fate]

Massages always felt so awesome. Just having someone touch you could always feel cool, and Selena was usually so reserved about that. She really couldn't help it: leftover thoughts from Disney and years of religious upbringing kinda left her a little shy in that regard. She'd been trying more and more recently, but she still ended up getting goosebumps whenever she felt someone touching her. Massages had always been part of that, and what girl didn't end up melting at least a little whenever someone put their hands to their bodies?

It did feel a bit nervewracking just having a towel covering her lower parts, well, towel and bikini. Selena had to keep reminding herself that she'd worn far less in public before, and that these guys were professionals. They probably didn't see her as anything more than a piece of meat. Heck, Mike even started all the way at the bottom, rubbing Selena's feet. She could feel the slick oil sliding around her digits, her toes curling in and her feet almost clenching and releasing a few times. The girl couldn't quite suppress a giggle as the masseur's questing digits dragged along her feet.

They'd moved up, going along shins and eventually getting to knees. Selena felt movement and turned, seeing the assistant, whose name she'd already forgotten, was moving to the top. Selena smiled up at him and lowered her head, even shifting to move some of her black mane out of the way. The touch of hands to shoulders drew a gasp out of her, and she shuddered a little. The shudder turned into slight squirming as Mike's hands started to move up her thighs. Selena could feel little pinpricks of sensation steadily climbing up her body, surging blood and just this tingling sensation up to her. It did feel a little good, but it also made her squirm and bite down giggles.

The question drew her attention upward for a bit. "Hmm? Oh, just opening it, right?" she said. Selena nodded and sort of waved a hand behind her. "oh yeah, totally, just, like, whatever," she let out another little giggle, again shifting her hair, this time to make sure that the strap was easily accessible. She could feel the hands nudging her thighs and wiggled slightly, figuring that they probably wanted her to spread. She supposed they had to be pretty far up there, but still: "No touching my special zones," she said teasingly, raising a hand and sort of wagging a finger. She let out another giggle before using the hand to move some hair. "You can't get too frisky after all: gotta be professional."

Though this did feel really damn good; she had to give them that much.