Claire's Toy Massage

'This town in England has its own WILD massage parlour!'

'They do WHAT for massage clients?!'

'They say it's just a spa, but... '

"Oh, for goodness' sake." May closed the browsing window and shook her head wearily. "It's popping up everywhere, Charlie."

Her assistant nodded gravely, though she could tell he was suppressing a smile of amusement. "Perhaps it'll blow over. Internet clickbait, you see it all the time. People might just scroll on past."

"And what about these?" May gestured to the screen, which was now showing the latest arrivals in her email inbox. "Our town's reputation... sordid little enterprise... as Mayor, it is your responsibility to safeguard our values..." She called up one email and pointed damningly. "Look. These complaints aren't going anywhere. If anything it's gotten worse since they won the court ruling in June. Our popularity's tanking-"

"Ah, the older vote." This time Charlie was not as successful in hiding his smile. "Youngest mayor in a while, they've got you pegged as too socially relaxed- no pun intended, of course."

"-and it's clogging up proper business," May concluded irritably. "How are we supposed to get anything done around here if we're having to answer to all these?"

"I know," Charlie said. "But like you said, they've got the ruling on their side. They're not breaking any laws."

"If we take their word for it," May countered. "But you know it's a stone's throw from prostitution, and what do you think would happen if you had someone up in court for that- if they said it was all fine, they just made a gift of some money to someone and then happened to cop off with them afterwards? It would never stand up, word or no."

Charlie shrugged. "What do you propose we do, then? Have the place searched? Police? Now that would make headlines."

"No, no." May shook her head. Goodness me, this was not what she'd signed up for when she'd run for office in her quiet little two-bit town. She'd been expecting minor rows about bin collections and public parks, not this. "Besides, they'd never find anything. Like I said, you really just do have to take people's word for... well, what goes on in there. Oh, don't," she added curtly, as Charlie's lips again threatened to break into a smirk. "I don't know," she surmised.

The assistant inclined his head. "Well, that's what you'd need. According to the letter of the law, they're not strictly providing a sexual service... or not one that's illegal, anyway. And how would you ever get anyone to contradict them? Something tells me their customers probably don't want to be on record talking about it."

May furrowed her brow. A small idea was starting to take shape in her head. It wasn't one she was entirely comfortable with, but she tossed out the next statement anyway, testing the waters ahead. "So in essence, to take any action against the place, we'd need to have someone who really could verify that they're doing more than just what they claim they do; more than they said when they were taken to court the first time?"

Charlie narrowed his eyes slightly warily. "I suppose so?"

May nodded slowly, continuing her train of thought. "Right..." Surreptitiously, she took her phone out from her side pocket. "Charlie, have you ever heard of a mystery shopper?"

"Of course. We used to get them every month back at the-" Charlie stopped. "Oh no. Seriously?"

"Well, what's your alternative?" May's thumb hovered over the Contacts icon on her phone. "We send someone in to act as a customer, then they report back to us. Anything that goes beyond what they're allowed to do in law, and we've got a witness."

Charlie winced. "Good luck finding volunteers round the office for that one, mayor."

"Not someone from here," May clarified tersely. "God, imagine that in the news. No, I'll find somebody. Somebody with a little less of an investment in the locality."

In fact, she already had someone in mind.

**

"And the first person you thought of when you had this bright idea was me?" Claire asked, raising her eyebrows.

Her friend the mayor nodded in confirmation. Claire took a cautious sip of her green tea to give herself a moment to ponder the peculiarity of the situation. "Well, it's a change, May," she conceded. "I always used to be the one who came up with the mad ideas, not you."

"Which is why I thought you might be able to lend a hand," May said. "I won't be offended if you say no, I understand it's quite a request."

May had been Claire's friend since their university days- now what felt like a lifetime ago. Whilst May had gone more or less straight into local politics after their graduation, Claire had picked journalism, and the past two decades or so had been spent writing, questioning, blogging, and, naturally, searching high and low for new and unusual experiences about which to write, question and blog. May had on occasion been her long-suffering partner that she'd dragged into a few reckless activities during their reunions down the years, so perhaps now she owed her a favour in return- perhaps that was what May was counting on.

Claire set her cup down on the table. The set of lily-patterned crockery had been a staple every time she'd visited May since uni. Neither of her marriages had held up as reliably. "Right, so to summarise..." This would be up there with the strangest things she'd ever done- although the fact that such a list existed was probably why May had called her in for this job in the first place. "There's someone in town that's running a dodgy massage place, and I've got to find out how dodgy it is." No point mincing words. You didn't mince words when writing headlines.

May winced slightly. "As I've explained, it's a little more complicated. What they claim they're doing is entirely legal, apparently. For want of a better term it's a reputable enterprise- they've got proper staff training and everything, proper legal representation, and the clientele is mixed but they're all pretty well off."

"Where's the problem, then?" Claire asked mischievously.

May threw her hands up in exasperation. "Oh, come on. Do you think anyone there would be rushing to report it if they were breaking their own rules? Anyway, at the very least we've got to make some sort of inquiry, but none of us wants to be seen having any more contact with them than we have to. So that's where you come in."

Claire took another sip of her tea and smiled wryly. "So I swan in, ask for one of their... whatever it is they do, and then see what happens?"

May shrugged. "That's about the short and the long of it, I suppose, if you'll do it. I know this is ridiculous and we're probably being stupid, but it'd be nice to put one over on these people so I might finally get back to doing some proper business in the office. Plus we're trying to be inconspicuous, and you're from out of town, and you're-"

"-single and ready to mingle?"

May chuckled ruefully. "Not necessarily required to be one of their clients, apparently. Works for some couples, I suppose. But anyway... will you do it? I'll reimburse you for whatever they charge."

May gave her a mildly suppliant look. Claire had a predictably uneasy feeling in her belly- this scenario did sound a bit too bizarre even for her. But she did kind of owe her friend a favour, and who knew? Perhaps she'd even get an article out of it- under a pseudonym, naturally, and leaving the names and locations out; something told her May probably wouldn't be best pleased if she got the place even more publicity. The thought of actually going through with it did make her feel a little flushed, but not entirely in a bad way. After all, people had to be paying that money for a reason, right? "What the hell?" Claire shrugged. "I'll do it."

**

'Reputable' was the word, alright. The building that housed the business was a fine old structure; tucked away down a side street, admittedly, but with a lush granite façade that Claire could have mistaken for a bank. A kind of antechamber led through a door to the main foyer- perhaps so that nobody inside would be seen by prying eyes from the street- which was brightly lit, open-plan with soft white leather furnishings and potted plants dotted in every conceivable space. Several other customers were waiting idly around in the seats, all around her age and... well, prim and proper, and entirely nonchalant as they looked up from their phones or magazines at the new arrival. Claire took all this in as she sidled up to the front desk, where a receptionist in a prim business suit was in the process of re-arranging a display of brochures.

"Good morning," the receptionist said brightly. "Do you have an appointment?"

"I do," Claire nodded. "Mulligan, for 11am." Dr Mulligan had been one of Claire and May's least favourite lecturers in their first year. "But I'm a new customer, so I wasn't quite sure what to book in for. Can you talk me through some of the options?"

"Of course..." The receptionist was scrolling on her computer. Claire let her gaze wander, and noted a sign on the wall behind the desk: FEATHER TOUCH. TANTRIC BODILY THERAPY. So, that's what the kids are calling it these days; Claire smiled inwardly in faint amusement.

"Mulligan at 11?" Claire guessed, from the receptionist's own slightly knowing smile, that she had probably learned to take any name clients arrived under with a pinch of salt, but she continued with the same grace. "Well, you're in for two hours, which is plenty of time for most of our treatments on offer. If you take a look through these brochures-" she produced several from the display, "-everything should be explained, and I'm sure you'll find something to your liking."

"Great..." Claire nodded. Then, doing her best to feign ignorance: "I wanted to ask as well, though... well, like I said I haven't been here before, and to be honest, I was kind of surprised when I heard about this place. I would have thought it'd be against the law... or how exactly do the rules for these things work? Just so I know I'm definitely not landing myself in any trouble, you know-"

"Oh of course, I understand." The receptionist nodded graciously, and Claire was mildly relieved; she was plenty used to asking probing questions, of course, but usually she didn't have to beat around the bush about it. "And don't be shy to ask; our priority is to ensure all our customers' peace of mind and to enable them to enjoy our services without anxiety or unease around the business model. Ms. Cribbins!" she suddenly called out. Claire turned, and a dark-haired woman with glasses stood up from her seat. "They're ready for you now, the usual room."

Ms. Cribbins disappeared through a set of double-doors, and the receptionist returned her attention to Claire. "Now, then..." She opened the first page of one of Claire's brochures in front of her, entitled CUSTOMER INFORMATION. "All the legal jargon's there, but I'll do my best to summarise," the receptionist said. "So the key factor when it comes to our tantric massages, and what the legal rulings recognise, is that at no point do our massage therapists touch or stimulate your genitals. That-" she flicked open a second pamphlet and held it up for Claire to see, "-is all taken care of by these."

It took a moment for Claire to take in what was on the page, and then she realised she was looking at a wide collection of sex toys. "Our semi-automated sexual devices," the receptionist continued. "They require minimal operation, and what little they do require can be carried out by the client themselves."

Claire looked at the brochure with wide eyes. She was no novice when it came to sex toys; hell, she'd even written one or two articles on them in her time. This, however, was something altogether new to her, devices she was entirely unfamiliar with- and alongside them, some eccentric-looking contraptions and machines with the toys integrated into them. "Wow," she said to herself. It was both impressive and a little intimidating. Claire cast an eye again over an illustration of one large device with some uncertainty, but she could also feel the usual old sense of excitement brewing that always accompanied the discovery of a new adventure or activity to take on- as well as the potential for a spicy new feature piece or blog entry.

"So you see," the receptionist went on smoothly, "the tantric bodily therapy our staff provide serves to complement these devices. You receive your massage treatment whilst being stimulated by the devices- but our massage therapists do not sexually stimulate you directly, nor do they operate the devices that do. The fact that the two are happening at the same time is... unimportant, in the eyes of the law."

You had to hand it to them, Claire thought. They'd put some planning into this. "And that really works?" she asked.

"Absolutely," the receptionist replied. "It's been through the courts. The massage is legal, and the toys are all classed as masturbatory aids, the sale or lease of which is perfectly legal as well. For all intents and purposes, you're renting a room for a couple of hours and masturbating; you just happen to be getting a full-body massage at the same time."

Claire was beginning to smirk a little again. "Right, so masturbating, but without any of the work."

The receptionist may have smirked a little herself. "Something like that, yes."

Claire returned her gaze to the brochure and began flicking through it. There were any number of options on offer, each with a little paragraph introducing them, and... gosh. Never mind the toys involved; there were vivid illustrations and diagrams of positions, and- Claire felt her mouth go a little dry- optional extras including restraints, blindfolds and various clamps. "Uh, maybe I should start out a little more low-key. What's your most popular treatment?"

Without hesitation, the receptionist lifted the brochure from her hand and flipped through a few pages. "For female clients, this one here," she said, spreading the page out on the desk. "We often recommend it for first-time clients, as well- it's not too extreme."

Claire read through the accompanying paragraph. Classic Dual Pleasure Massage. Relax and unwind with a soft full-body oil massage from a pair of our leading therapists, before being joined by the twin joys of an automated sex machine and hands-free external vibrator. On the overleaf was an image of both- the machine featured a silicon phallus on the end of a long appendage, whilst the hands-free vibrator came attached to what looked like a slim belt to be worn around the hips. "The machine and vibrator each have automated patterns," the receptionist explained. "You'll be given remotes for both- so you can shut them off at any time if you need; you also have to be the one to turn them on, I know it sounds silly but it has to be that way so our staff legally aren't the ones using the devices. But after that, you can just lie back and let them do their work."

"Ah..." Claire nodded vaguely. That familiar excitable feeling in the pit of her stomach was back, although the receptionist's words had reminded her that she was, in fact, here for a different reason as well. "So it's as strict as that, then? Not more, y'know... wink and nudge, what you do in the room is your business, stuff like that?"

The receptionist looked quite taken aback. "Not at all! No, we absolutely stick to the law by the letter. If you're concerned any of our therapists might overstep or do something you're not comfortable with, please don't hesitate to say- we can have your session supervised, if it would ensure your peace of mind-"

"Oh no, no, that's not necessary." Claire now felt embarrassed. Well, she'd had to ask, hadn't she? God, May would owe her a hell of a favour for all this. Still... she returned her gaze to the pamphlet. That didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself while she was here. "This Dual Pleasure one sounds great. I'll go for it."

"Lovely." The receptionist smiled and returned her gaze to her computer. "Let me just run that through now... would you prefer male or female massage therapists?"

"Male." Claire turned a little pink- had this been a, well, regular massage parlour she'd always have opted for a masseuse, but she had never thought of other women in any sexual or romantic sense, and being massaged by two in this context wasn't for her.

"Not a problem. And, the size of the dildo? Our default is seven inches insertable length and five inches circumference, but-"

"That sounds perfect," Claire said, again a little pink.

"Alright... then you're ready to go." The receptionist finished on her computer and smiled up at her. "You'll pay on the way out. I'll just go and notify our therapists- please feel free to take a seat."

She bustled out from behind the desk and disappeared through the double doors. Claire made her way over to one of the white leather sofas; the other customers had also moved on in the intervening time, and she found herself alone. She sat herself down, feeling both excitable and rather hot around the collar. Well, it was an adventure, alright, and they certainly seemed perfectly professional. Still, what did she make of it? The receptionist's explanation had sounded plausible enough, although the set-up with all their remarkable gadgets seemed a bit too sci-fi. Were well-to-do debauchees really flocking here to be pleasured by machines, and was the staff involvement really as minimal as it was made out to be? Well, she'd soon find out, she supposed. Claire rested her chin on her hands. If nothing else, the place seemed respectable- and popular. A smile once again played around her lips- at least she'd see what all the fuss was about.

The receptionist had reappeared. "They're ready for you now," she said. "Room Five, down the hall."

Claire stood up and made her way through the double-doors. She was now in a narrow corridor lined with doors; as she watched, one opened ahead of her, and a young woman in a set of plain white bottoms and short-sleeved top emerged and made her way down towards the other end- one of their masseuses, presumably. Claire made her way along until she spotted the door marked 5, and cautiously let herself in.

The room was, again, brightly lit and inviting, and spacious given it was largely unfurnished, save a couple of small tables round the outskirts and, of course, the large upholstered massage table in the middle. "Ms. Mulligan?" The speaker was a youngish and- alright, yes, she noticed- rather rugged man in the same plain white attire, with a good-natured, square-jawed face that broke into a welcoming smile as she entered. "I'm James. Declan and I will be your masseurs today. We'll just take you through one or two things before we start, and if there's anything more we can do just say the word."

Declan had been sorting objects on one of the tables in the corner including a scented diffuser and two large massage oil dispensers, but turned to face her and likewise smiled convivially. Again, Claire noted, he was rather handsome and no less toned- muscular arms showed off by the apparently customary short-sleeved white shirt. If this was standard, she thought with amusement, then she had to wonder to what lengths this place went to source its supply of attractive twentysomethings as its staff- then again, if this was the guilty pleasure of the town's posh residents, maybe the pay was terrific. "Hi there, Ms. Mulligan. There's not much to tell about the massage itself. The entire booking takes around an hour and forty minutes. The first hour or so is spent entirely on massage; we'll ask you to turn over after around forty-five minutes. Then comes ten minutes of warm-up stimulation just from the external vibrator, and then the final thirty minutes which couples vibration with penetration by the machine."

He stepped aside, and Claire saw for the first time- she must have missed it behind him- the machine itself: just as it had been pictured, a kind of upright mechanical pulley with a dildo on the end of a long arm coming out from it. Sitting on top of it was the wearable vibrator. Claire felt a little hot around the collar again, along with that same mixed feeling of being both excited and slightly wary.

"All of that more or less takes care of itself," James added. "The important part you need to keep in mind is these."

He passed Claire a set of two small matching remote controls, each with two buttons- one red, one green. "The settings are all preconfigured," James said. "They'll both move through several patterns and intensities over the course of the session- but, you'll have these. That one's for the vibrator-" he indicated one, which Claire now saw was labelled with a white letter V, "-and that one's for the dildo machine. Green button starts it- you have to do that yourself, as I'm sure you know- and red stops it altogether; it'll also stop itself automatically anyway once the time for the session is up."

Claire nodded along, taking a remote each in her left and right hand. Where would we be without technology, eh?

"Now," James said, nodding to the table, "if you'd like to undress and hop up on the table, we can begin- feel free to take one of the towels if you'd prefer to be covered."

Claire sidled off into one corner of the room. James and Declan had dutifully turned their backs, but, though she felt a little pink in the cheeks as she reached for the hem of her top, Claire figured there wasn't much point in hiding anything- if they were going to see her while she was being fucked by a machine, she thought with wry amusement, seeing her body was fairly minor in comparison. Nor was it her first experience with nudity- she'd dabbled in life modelling on occasion, one of those wilder ventures which May, perhaps not shockingly, had not joined her in.

Claire removed her top, jeans and underwear and set them in a folded pile on a vacant little table along with her bag. At the last moment, she remembered to tie her hair up, then made her way over to the table, clambering up and settling in to find a comfortable position on her front, face down in the little half-open rest that looked down towards the floor. "Ready," she said.

It felt a little surreal the moment that both pairs of hands first arrived on her body, strong but measured and with the glossy warmth of the oil. They started out just around her ankles and lower legs, firm but gentle, moving in near-perfect symmetry as they worked at each muscle. Claire closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This part was, certainly, relaxing, though she wondered whether she'd really be able to relax fully, with the knowledge of what was coming later on upon her mind.

The twin sets of hands progressed slowly upwards, over her calves, her knees... when they reached her thighs it became a little harder to maintain that air of total relaxation. "It probably goes without saying," Declan said, "that although we can and do provide a tailored massage for everywhere except the genitalia, if there is anywhere else you'd prefer us not to touch you-"

"Oh, no, go right ahead." Claire smiled a little to herself. As before, if she was prepared to go this far, she wasn't going to baulk at the thought of a more sensitive massage. She settled down and felt a flutter in her belly as both pairs of hands continued their progress further up her legs, crossing paths at her inner thighs, their touch ever so tantalising... now, she could say unequivocally that she was getting aroused. Well, the boys were certainly easy on the eyes as well as the body...

They moved on, now kneading her buttocks and then the small of her back, which was only marginally less intimate. Then further up- her back, her shoulder blades, her shoulders and neck themselves. The time trickled by- how much, Claire couldn't have said. Now, this part was extremely relaxing. It was certainly no shady or dubious enterprise- her masseurs clearly knew their craft, coaxing the stress from each zone of her body with methodical precision. She felt loose and freed all over; the warm caress of the oil seemed to be seeping into her being, the still quiet and the heady scent from the diffuser making it all the more tranquil. Quality service. May, Claire thought, wasn't going to be terribly thrilled with the news...

Then eventually - could it really have been forty-five minutes already? - came the words "you can turn over now, Ms. Mulligan."

Claire raised herself up and, feeling both a little shy and faintly excited, turned over to lay on her back. James and Declan, she supposed, had seen it all many times over by now in this place. James met her eyes briefly and may have smiled reassuringly for a moment, and then they were picking up where they left off, slowly kneading her shoulder and collar muscles, and then on down, each taking an arm and working their way right down to the wrist.

This time, Claire kept her eyes open. Perhaps it was knowing what was coming next- or perhaps something to do with watching as two good-looking guys slowly touched her now-glistening body- but now the anticipation was really building for her. What to expect, she didn't quite know- but perhaps that was part of the excitement. She lay as patiently as she could and waited.

God, now they were massaging her chest and breasts. They could hardly have failed to notice her nipples were getting hard. Claire could now quite plainly feel the tingling between her legs. It felt so strange to be merely laying here, passive, while they touched here so intimately...

They moved on. Her sides, one side each. Her abdominal region. The dips right around the tops of her thighs. Any trace of shyness Claire had until this point retained was now all but gone. Now there was just anticipation. She wanted what was coming next.

Then Declan moved momentarily away, and when stepped back into view the slim vibrator-holding belt was in his hands. "You have to fasten it," he said, passing it to her. "Again, it feels silly, but rules are rules."

Claire sat up and took the belt in her hand. It slipped on around her waist with a click-tab to seal it in place. The vibrating attachment- she assumed it was, anyway- protruded and hung down a little from the centre, and when the belt was tightened and the click-tab sealed fully, the whole thing fit so snugly that the attachment was pressed flush against her clitoris through her folds. It would, she was sure, have been quite impractical in some positions, but it sat in place comfortably as she lay back down against the table. "Perfect," Declan said. "Whenever you're ready."

Claire picked up the first remote in her left hand, and pressed the green button.

"Oh!"

An initial feeling of shock registered as the vibrator whirred into life, though in fact the vibrations against her clit were comparatively slow and gentle. "This is the first cycle," James reminded her. "Ten minutes before you add the machine. Think of it as like a warm-up. Now, we'll resume..."

Claire took this in without really processing it. Mild though they may have been, the vibrations were already getting to her- all that time to think about it, the erotic anticipation of the final stages of the massage; yes, she was more than ready for things to go up a gear. This time she did close her eyes again, laying as still as she could manage, soaking up the sensations as the vibrator buzzed away against her.

The two sets of hands returned on her body. Now the feeling of their touch had acquired an altogether different underscore. She felt suddenly more alive to every sensation, and her two masseurs knew it. No longer were they merely kneading her muscles- now there was something more sensitive, more stimulating in the way their hands glided over her body, in tandem with the device that was humming away on her clit. Oh my...

Her hips almost instinctively wanted to push upwards as if to find some greater relief. The vibrations, Claire was beginning to realise, weren't quite adequate. They were just enough- oh, it was devious- they were just enough to get her good and worked up in tandem with the massage James and Declan were still lavishing her with. But no more than that. It was as James had said: a warm-up. A warm-up for what was coming next.

Coming right about now.

Right on cue, the vibrations suddenly slowed almost to a stop at the same moment as both pairs of hands left her, and she opened her eyes to see James folding down a panel in the table that she hadn't realised was there. It left a gap in the lower half of the table squarely between her legs- a clear space into which Declan was now pushing the dildo-mount machine. "You'll need to sit up," he said. "Again, you have to complete the final set-up, but it's simple enough. Just line up penetrative attachment, make yourself comfortable and then press the green button on your second remote."

Claire scooted forwards on the table. She positioned her legs so that they were either side of the machine, then, feeling a little silly yet undeterred, took a hold of the dildo in her hand. It had been pre-coated in a layer of warm lubricant- not that she'd need it; the teasing of the last ten minutes had left her dripping. Claire adjusted it on its metal appendage, then, moving extremely carefully and still a little distracted by the faint buzzing that remained against her clit, lowered herself back down as she guided the dildo towards her, leaving the tip right against her opening as she lay on her back once more. "Ready?" they both asked her.

Claire nodded. "Ready."

She hit the green button on the second remote.

Unlike with the vibrator the first time, there was no sudden spring to life. Instead, there was a faint sound of motion from the machine, and then very slowly, the beginnings of movement between her legs. Claire waited in anticipation. Everything up until now had been divine, but this was the one element she'd really been sceptical of. Was she really going to get it from a mechanical-

Wait, it was starting. Very slowly, but she felt the sudden thrill as the silicon cock pressed smoothly inside her, making her catch her breath. It went perhaps halfway in before stopping and retreating, a couple of inches or so back, then coming in again, working its way into a slow rhythm, in, out, just a couple of inches at a time. The faint vibrations were still teasing her on top. Claire bit back a whimper. Even this felt exhilarating- though she could feel a tingle of yet more anticipation inside her, pent up from the massage and the maddening vibrations on her clit...

"I think we can resume," Declan said gently.

"Yeah," Claire breathed.

Her masseurs began to work her body again. Claire lay still and breathed. The hands, the oil, the warmth, the vibrator, the dildo- fucking hell, her senses were barely equipped for it all.

And it was building.

Slowly but surely. The vibrations were getting stronger. The thrusts of the machine were beginning to pick up speed and were pressing deeper into her; long, luscious strokes where she'd barely even had the chance to process the tingling, twitching satisfaction of one before the next was upon her. And then there were the hands, both sets of hands that were now long past mere muscle massage. They glided over her stomach, slick and smooth with the oil- they brushed her thighs, they cupped and kneaded her breasts, their soft yet firm caress almost maddening. They never strayed too close to her centre. They didn't need to. That job was taken care of.

It kept on building.

"Oh my God." The words escaped her without even really meaning to. It was suddenly hard to refrain from crying out, or to keep her body still on the table. She was getting close, and it was like nothing else she'd previously experienced. It was building not just in her core, but in her belly, her fingertips, her whole body- just, of course, as James and Declan caressed each inch of it, in perfect tandem with the thrusting of the machine, with the whirring of the vibrator on her clit, pushing her harder and harder and-

"Fuck!"

Claire came like she had never come before. Her orgasm pulsed through her, and right through her, not merely between her thighs but through her entire body; she was squirming under her masseurs' touch as her legs twitched with each earth-shattering contraction around the dildo inside her. Just as the massage had exorcised all the tension in her body, so too was this burning up all that sweet, erotic anticipation that had been building until now, satiating it with each delicious, throbbing beat inside her...

She began to descend from the peak at last, her body starting to relax, though Claire was conscious of both the dildo and vibrator still working away at her as her orgasm receded. They seemed to be moving at a lower ebb- they must, she realised with some amazement, be on some cycle that slowed itself to a more gentle pace to allow for the increased sensitivity of her climax. But, unless she was much mistaken, they were beginning to pick up again. They weren't done with her yet.

The twin caress of both sets of hands was back doing things for her once more. James and Declan had largely let her simply soak up the intensity of her climax, but now they too, like the devices, were working her up again, manoeuvring her body with consummate ease.

This time it took no time at all for the intensity to build. Her sensitivities were already super-charged; the buzz of the vibrations on her clit alongside the ceaseless thrusting inside her, and the massage, the constant, meticulous touches that left her utterly open for every sensation that was raining down upon her-

The second orgasm came before she could even prepare herself, every bit as intense as the first. Claire could no more have stopped the string of vocal exclamations that escaped her than she could have held back the fresh waves of pleasure pulsating through her body. The realisation briefly passed through her mind that in different circumstances she would have been a little self-conscious about how demonstrative she was being in front of two all but strangers. Her next realisation was that she didn't care. This felt fucking incredible. That was reason enough.

The second one passed, just as the first had, along with the slight respite of the slower setting on the devices and the more gentle ministrations from the two masseurs. But then once again, it was gathering pace. How much of this was there? How long was it taking between these orgasms- minutes? Seconds?

The pattern was familiar to her by now, but if anything knowing what was coming was making the anticipation even stronger. The vibrations, the thrusting, the wonderful massage. That momentary, empty feeling of the dildo retreating out before the next thrust stroked irresistibly back in. The hot, desperate feeling inside her that the sensual hands on her body seemed to be coaxing to the surface. Warm, sticky, breathing deeply, twitching involuntarily, Claire came again. And again. And... did they count as separate orgasms, if one began more or less as the other ended? Call that five times, if so, each one pushing her to fresh levels of intensity, trembling under her masseurs' ministrations. It was beyond pleasure; it was mind-numbing, it was perfect, it was... slowing. Receding, the thrusts coming slower, the vibrations dialling down. The dildo pushed back with less and less depth until finally, it drew out of her completely and rested there, just as the last of the vibrations slowed to a stop. Claire lay on the table, her chest still rising and falling, the maelstrom of sensations fading gradually from her body. "The session is now over," James said gently. "I hope it was to your liking."

"It was..." Both boys did an excellent job of maintaining a professional manner, Claire thought, though she thought she saw a flicker of a smile around his lips that said he knew the answer to that. "Yeah," she said meekly. "I liked it."

She was going to need another minute just to catch her breath properly. James and Declan retreated and began packing up, moving the machine out from its slot within the table and returning the folding panel to its original position. Claire sat up slowly and fumbled for the clasp around her waist. She removed the belt- even the faint brush of the now dormant attachment between her legs making her catch her breath once more- and handed it back to them. "Feel free to go," Declan said. "We'll need to prepare things for the next client."

Claire nodded, sliding off the table and over to her folded clothes. She redressed- the residual oil on her skin probably wasn't going to do them any wonders, but a little extra laundry seemed a moderate price to pay for today's experience. "I..." She turned back to her two masseurs. She was still tingling all over; the mere brush of her underwear between her legs piquing her sensitivities again. They'd probably seen her more laid bare in the last two hours than most of her past lovers. And yet, this was presumably just another day at the office for them. "Thank you," she said sincerely. "That was... I don't even know what to call it, but I'm glad I did it. Thank you."

This time, both of them did break character into a pair of smiles. "You're very welcome."

Claire allowed herself a small smile of her own as she picked up her bag and made her way out through the door, into the corridor and down back through the double-doors into the foyer. The same receptionist was back behind the desk, and looked up as she approached. "Ah, Ms. Mulligan. Was your first session everything you'd hoped for?"

Claire was sure she was probably blushing again, but she could brush it aside this time. This was no place for embarrassment. She'd come here as May's mystery shopper, and though she doubted her friend would be too pleased with her findings, she'd gotten more than enough to make it worth her while. "Pretty much," she replied. "This is some place you're running here."

"Excellent." The receptionist's hand was hovering over her computer mouse. "So, would you like to book a repeat session for next week?"

"Oh." The sensitivity that was still yet to really die down between her legs seemed to ramp up for a moment. "I, uh- well, I'm actually not from round here; I was just visiting and a... friend, recommended it to me. I probably won't be back here again."

"I see." The receptionist shrugged. "Well, we're glad you could join us at least for today. Though perhaps you'd like to take one of our cards, just in case?"

She offered a small tray of white and gold business cards. Claire hesitated- for all of two seconds. Even the card was tasteful. She took one from the tray and slipped into her purse. "Just in case," she agreed. "Now, can I settle up?"

The receptionist nodded and offered her the card machine. "No need to worry," she added, catching sight of Claire's raised eyebrows. "We show up on bank statements just as 'FT Therapy'. We recognise the need for discretion."

Claire keyed in her PIN and removed her card as the screen flashed green. "Perfect," the other woman said. "Thank you, and enjoy your day."

Claire sealed up her purse and made her way to the exit. A good day had already been had.

**

"Seriously?" May's face was dismayed. "And they didn't offer you anything else? Anything that would have been beyond... well..."

Claire shook her head. "They were totally professional. I told you, they've completely covered themselves. I say you just drop the issue and let them get on with it."

"And what about the emails, the complaints?"

"It'll only get worse if you try and fight them over it and lose," Claire said. "It's the Streisand Effect; you try to censor something and it gets it even more publicity."

May sighed. "Maybe. Any other suggestions?"

Claire smirked playfully. "Get yourself an appointment; it might help you de-stress."

"CLAIRE!"

"Kidding, kidding." Claire held up her hands. "On that note, I guess I probably won't write that feature piece. Even if I did change the names like I planned, maybe someone would join the dots and trace it back here."

"Thank you," May replied tetchily.

Claire rested her chin on her hand. "Still, though, I'd like to do something with it. Maybe like... a short story. They probably couldn't print it in a fiction magazine, though..."

May snorted. "Yeah, probably not."

"But the story's gotta get out there somewhere. I mean it was so good, May- y'know when you orgasm so hard that your toes actually start to curl a little-"

"CLAIRE!"