In a corner of the repurposed apartment, I quietly sorted various oils, the bottles clinking as I set them down in line. I had little time to freshen up this shoddy little massage parlor before my first special client came in. Her appointment was set up by my friend, and I had to make sure they were satisfied to get this place on the map. The door swung open, and I heard a suspicious tiger-girl's growl from the door.
"Stop right there, Orc!"
I froze, turning around to see the police officer, Valerie, glaring at me with a hand on her hip.
"So you're a masseuse, huh?" she growled, her eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Yes! What about it? You here for a massage?" I asked nervously, taking a step back.
She glared at me, before looking around the room. "This place looks suspicious! It looks more like a crime den than a massage parlor!"
I needed to defuse the situation, fast. "I assure you, it's a legitimate business! This is a legal establishment!"
"And how do I know that?" she demanded.
"Well... you could let me give you a massage, "I said, crossing my arms. "No funny business."
She looked around again, then took off her jacket and threw it onto a nearby chair.
"Fine, fine." she muttered, waltzing over to the table. "If you don't do a good job, I'll know you're a crook!"
"You can trust me," I said, stepping forward to begin.
She rested down on the massage table, her tiger tail swaying as she got comfortable. Her face still looked quite serious, cerulean cat eyes looking forward at the wall as she rested her chin on her hands. I began working on her shoulders, gently rubbing them with warm oil. As I worked, she seemed to relax slightly, closing her eyes.
"You seem tense, Valerie," I whispered, kneading her shoulder muscles.
"I am!" she hissed. "This city is full of criminals, and I have to deal with them all day long! If I relax too much, I might lose my edge!"
"That's understandable," I said, continuing to work on her shoulders. "But it could be bad if you don't let out some of that stress. Your muscles are tight, and you're probably not getting enough sleep."
"Maybe..." she said, her voice trailing off.
My hands were now moving down her back, feeling her muscles twitch under my fingers. I lightly pressed on her lower back, and she sighed. Working through her tense muscles made her shift and sigh, but her blushing face still held a forced, intense stare at the wall. It was somewhat entertaining to see her eyes flutter for a moment as I'd kneaded her well built body.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Valerie?" I asked.
Valerie's face went a bit red, and she quickly replied, "It's just a massage, not exactly erotic stuff!"
"Do you want to continue?" I asked, continuing my massage.
"Of cour-" She cut herself off, almost accidentally showing a little too much enthusiasm. "Y-Yes. I'm still unsure you're not a criminal!"
It was funny how unwilling she was to admit how excited this was making her. "Alright, we'll continue. Turn on over, please."