Amy was currently in her second year at Amber City's top university, but after failing a math-related course in her first year, she had to retake the course.
Brian Stark hoped to help his daughter become well-prepared before school resumed. But that was easier said than done.
Every tutor before Sasha that had been tasked with tutoring Amy had given up because of one reason or another. Most of the time it was due to her attitude, and she went through a lot of tutors within a single month.
'Ugh, my head hurts just thinking about her,' Sasha lamented.
'No, I need to focus right now.' She said with determination.
'I'll spend about an hour at the spa and once I'm done, I should get back home by five,' She decided, then hastened towards the building.
Sasha entered the building and her eyes fell upon a young lady who looked to be her age and who turned out to be the receptionist.
She was too busy focused on the list of clients that attended the spa that day and didn't notice Sasha walking towards her.
"Um, hello," Sasha said as she gently tried to attract the receptionist's attention.
The receptionist had blond hair tied into a ponytail with a beauty mark at the left side of her face by her chin, and she was wearing a pair of glasses as well.
"Hi?" Abigail jerked up when Sasha spoke again. She slowly lifted her gaze and a smile formed on her face.
She noticed the woman wearing a casual grey suit with a black block heel. This was Sasha's way of maintaining a formal and respectful image in front of her student and employer.
"Oh! Good afternoon, I believe you're here for a massage, right?" The receptionist inquired.
"Yes, please." Sasha replied.
"Okay, so would you prefer a female or a male massage therapist?"
"Can I get the best therapist available?"
Sasha heard a couple of women in the gym saying she should use these precise words if she wanted to meet the best massage therapist in the building.
Although the spa rarely had male clients, the women always preferred female therapists, but lately, there has been a massive influx of women attending the spa.
And if that wasn't weird enough, all these women have been requesting a masseur (male therapist) rather than a masseuse.
But there was currently only one masseur in the spa and the number of clients he had to attend to right now was a lot. It would take him at least three hours before he was done with all of them.
And due to his sudden rise in popularity, this masseur quickly rose to the ranks of the best therapist in the building.
He was also a favourite with his female colleagues and every one of them acknowledged how hardworking he was.
There was simply no one who could deny how good he was.
He was just that good.
It meant that Sasha wouldn't be able to book a massage today due to the number of people that had arrived before her.
"I'm sorry, the best therapist is currently..." Abigail tried to explain the situation, but she suddenly heard male footsteps heading towards the reception.
"Huh? Kevin? You're done already?" Abigail asked, taken aback. He was still supposed to be in the massage room for at least the next three hours.
Didn't this mean that he finished taking care of twenty clients within a very short period of time?
How much more amazing could this guy be?
"Yeah, I just thought I should come out to get some fresh air," Kevin answered, and then his eyes fell on the orange-haired beauty in front of him.
"Will she be my last client for today?"
"Yes, she is," Abigail confirmed, failing to contain the blush on her cheeks.
This guy was simply too amazing. Moreover, the white tank top he was wearing with grey shorts only helped to reveal a great amount of his biceps.
"Oh, nice. I'm Kevin by the way," Kevin brought his hand forward for a handshake.
"Sasha," She replied, doing the same, but she didn't let go of him.
Seeing the smile and jovial attitude Kevin had, Sasha could understand why a lot of women came to this spa.
Noticing that Sasha was staring a bit too much at Kevin, Abigail loudly cleared her throat and said.
"Before you begin, you will have to fill out some forms first, if you don't mind?"
"No, I don't," Sasha replied, finally letting go of Kevin's hand. She hadn't even realised that she had been holding it for quite some time.
It had just felt so nice the moment her hand had touched his.
Unbeknownst to her, that was due to his skill (Sensitive Touch).
"Sweet, I'll be waiting in the massage room then," Kevin said, walking away to get everything ready for the massage.
After filling out the forms in the reception room, Abigail headed straight to the locker room, where she kept her belongings, and once she was done, she headed straight to the massage room wearing a fluffy white robe.
Upon entering the room, her eyes were drawn to the smooth vinyl tiles, beautiful indoor plants placed in a corner of the room and a scented candle and filling the air with its soothing fragrance.
The shades of white and grey on the wall helped to set a cool relaxing atmosphere.
Sasha slowly disrobed before lying on the bed.
Kevin slowly walked in, then coated her body with oil before adding a little bit of pressure into her joints which had been sore for a couple of days now.
"Please, relax your body, things are about to get intense." He gently warned.
'Intense?' Sasha wondered, but Kevin's glowing hands added a bit of pressure to her muscles and joints and eased the pain and tension in her body causing Sasha to unexpectedly release a muffled moan.
His hand movement soothed her body, starting from her neck, and moving all the way down to her feet, before slowly moving back up to her thighs, sending flashes of pleasure across her body while Sasha tried to suppress her moans as her body slowly approached its climax.
But there was only one thought on her mind.
'Were massages always this good?'
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