His penis tightened—Jade could see it in the slight movement upward. Jasmine lowered her body, her slim ass up in the air. She held his penis and rubbed its tip on her nipples. Then she moved upward and slid on his chest, his penis squashed between their stomachs.
Hideki’s hands were on the table, lying on either side of her ass. Jade could see by the clenching fingers he wanted to touch Jasmine and wondered if he would’ve tried to hold her if there was no witness. Would he usually be able to feel the smooth silkiness of her skin and pretend they were fucking?
She saw Jasmine rub her breasts on his penis again and thought she could never do that, but she knew she had to. It was expected. “You touch them,” Caroline had told her, but she never said in what way.
Jasmine finished her slide and sat up. She wiggled her ass so Jade knew Hideki had to feel her ridges. Jade saw a hint of the smile Jasmine threw at Hideki as she moved her hands up his thighs to his penis. She started to stroke it with gentle ease at first then built up speed, though still taking her time. There was no urgency in her movements. Jasmine’s lips parted and she licked the lower one, leaving her mouth wet and sultry. She looked as if she enjoyed the feel of him.
She tightened her fingers around his erection and Hideki’s body tensed. His head moved back and his eyes closed as she went faster while her hips moved up and down his leg. He grasped the table when he came. His chest shuddered and his toes reached for the sky.
She didn’t release him, only slowed down. Little gasps came from him. Once he was still and silent, she moved her hands away, and with one easy movement she was off the table. She got tissues and cleaned his stomach as he lay with a grin on his face. Jasmine winked at Jade. Before she followed Hideki into the shower, she smiled and, with a flick of the wrist, said, “So that’s it,” as if she’d just taught how to bake apple pie. Then she left the room, leaving Jade to dress alone with shaky hands.
* * * *
Jade was even more scared after Jasmine’s alluring demonstration. The doorbell rang three more times but she refused to go. She told Sasha she was too nervous after the Italian, but it was Jasmine, with her easy swaying body, and the memory of her sliding up and down the naked man that threw her. The idea that the body slide was expected of her kept her rooted to the spot.
She was all hard corners and head. There was no easiness in her hands or body. She was nothing like the other girls. Take Arlene, who moved to Sydney with her father to leave a life of prostitution behind.
After Arlene’s session with Jade’s disgruntled client, she shared some of her life story with Jade. Arlene’s father had tried everything in Perth but could not get his daughter to settle down. At the tender age of fifteen, Arlene met her pimp. During the next six years, she never managed to leave him for long. She dabbled with drugs for a while but didn’t like them too much; they made her feel adrift from everything. It was her body she loved. Sex was her drug.
In Sydney, Arlene tried to start fresh. Her father had enrolled her in a computer course, which she found impossible. The inability to grasp the lessons made her feel small and inadequate so she gave up after the first week. She looked for work but the money she had earned from using her body made her laugh at minimum wage. Why bother?
So she came to the massage parlor. It was still a lot better than the life she left. She no longer spread her legs or took a penis in her mouth unless she wanted to. Her father still tried to get his daughter away from the industry completely. He always gave her brochures for different courses, but he had slept better in the three years in Sydney than he had in the ten before.
Jade appreciated Arlene’s attempt to help her relax by regaling her with tales about her youth, but it only made Jade feel more worried about working at the parlor. Arlene loved sex and her work while Jade felt too distant from her body and cringed with the idea of touching the men. Added to this was the fear of being a disappointment to the clients.
She didn’t know if she’d return to the Beauty Suite until Sarah arrived.
The moment Sarah walked into the living room with her long flowing skirt and tank top, Jade eased. There was a carefree excitement in the way Sarah looked around the room that told Jade this was new to her too. But while her job as a masseuse worried Jade, Sarah beamed with the idea of adventure.
When Sarah looked at her, there was recognition in her eyes. “You must be Jade, the other new girl.”
Jade nodded and managed to smile. Moments earlier, she would have thought even that small release impossible. “Yeah but I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”
She knew when Sarah landed beside her on the couch and took her hand as if she was an old friend that she had hoped for this attention. “You can’t go, we’ve just met.” Sarah grinned and Jade couldn’t help but mirror it.
Sarah’s real name was Julie. They told each other who they were straight away, because like Jade, Sarah’s other life trailed behind her. The names they used in the parlor represented parts of themselves they were trying to discover or understand.
Jade and Sarah were not there to pay the bills and survive. They did not decide to work at The Beauty Suite because they knew of nothing else to do. While Jade was doing it because she wanted to feel something again, Sarah wanted to learn about a part of her she never knew existed until recently.
Sarah was bubbly and full of energy, with curly blond hair and a body similar to Michele’s. She used to work in an office up until a few weeks ago. Her love affair with her boss made her leave and not for the reason Jade had first assumed. It was not because of awkwardness but rather her daily rendezvous with him on the top floor, which had been left half built and unoccupied, brought a sexual hunger she’d never known existed. Now she couldn’t get enough. She felt there was another person—Sarah, of course—trying to get through.
She told Jade that after her boss’s first glances toward her, she went to work in g-strings and see-through blouses. Within a few weeks, he called Sarah into his office and she sat on the chair opposite him with her legs crossed. When she uncrossed them, she made sure to do it slowly so he could see what lay between. She wanted him and he wanted her.
He’d pushed his seat back and she straightened, sure he was going to approach. She thought he mistook her body language and saw the stiffening as defense. He stopped. There was nothing to say. He had called her in on a pretense of something or other.
Sarah’s blue eyes danced as she told Jade when her boss said something about being satisfied at work, a window cleaner appeared in white overalls. Their building was in the prime area of Sydney and had windows to take in the view of the harbor. The cleaner saw Sarah and raised his eyebrows. She smiled and, without questioning the heat she felt with the idea of being watched, she rose.
“Are you satisfied though?” she had asked her boss. She was acting, and never knew until then how good she was.
Her boss had smiled as she approached. He moved his hands to the arms of his chair but, with a hand on his chest, she kept him still and managed to move the chair so her voyeur had a perfect view. She opened his trouser button, and her boss sucked in his stomach as she brought his zipper down. He clutched the seat and raised his ass so she could pull his pants down enough to release his erect penis.
Sarah couldn’t believe what that man outside the window had propelled her to do. She lowered her lips to the tip of her boss’ cock and she licked it in soft circles before she opened her mouth to take him in. Her breasts rubbed against his thigh and imagining the watcher’s gaze going from her mouth to ass made her hot and wet. She pictured the other man taking her from behind as she sucked, and knew the window cleaner had his hand in his overalls.
She tasted every inch of her boss. When she felt him tense, she rose to pull her skirt up to her waist. She moved her panties sideways with her fingers, and her boss touched her pussy, merely skimming her pubis before retreating, as if afraid she would disappear in a puff of smoke should he do anything wrong.
Sarah sat on his cock and arched backward, her eyes falling on the window cleaner as she swayed.