| Rubbing Down The Rich Girl "God, what was wrong with that woman?" Twenty-two year old Amy Lane muttured to herself as she straightened out the massage table, "I've never heard someone piss and moan that much during a rub down before. 'Oh, I hope that lotion contains organic materials, I absolutely *refuse* to let anything else touch me.'" she added in a posh voice. What annoyed Amy the most was that the woman was gorgeous. She had shimmering blonde hair that trailed down her back, full perky breasts, a round ass and the glimpses Amy had caught of her crotch had shown her inner lips pushing out. The woman had gotten the young brunette all hot and bothered. What a waste. As Amy was folding up the towel that had been rudely left on the floor, while ignoring the warm sensation growing between her legs, her supervisor Angela knocked at the door before poking her head into the room, "Are you all ready for your next one?" she asked, "Yeah," replied Amy, "Just as long as she isn't as bad as the one I've just done." Angela's head left the room and a nine year old girl walked in. Instantly Amy thought she was adorable. She wore a light blue, single piece swimming costume which tightly hugged her prepubescent body. Her hair was a lighter blonde to the woman who had been before and stopped just past her neck, but there was a close resemblence to the two, "Hiya," said Amy with a smile, placing her hands on her knees and using her best adult-talking-to-a-child voice, "My name's Amy. What's yours?" "Let me see your hands." the girl said coldly, "Oh... um, okay." Amy held her hands out and the little girl inspected them, turning them over and checking her fingernails, "They'll do. But you better not scratch me or else." 'Or else what?' leapt into Amy's mind, but she quickly pushed it back, "No problemo," she said instead, "If you want to just hop on to the table, we can get started." The girl picked up a fresh towel from the neat pile and wrapped it around herself. After a minute or so of wiggling around, her swimsuit slipped down her legs and bunched around her ankles. The girl climbed on to the table and lay down on her stomach, resting her head on her folded arms, "So you've obviously had a massage before." said Amy, pouring a hand full of massage oil and spreading over the girl's back before beginning to rub at her neck and shoulders. Amy felt the girl relax under her touch and she let out a soft sigh, "Yeah," she said quietly, "But this is my first time having a girl do it." "Really?" Amy asked, "Yeah. My mom, the woman you were with before me, she has this Italian guy, Mario, come over once a week." After giving a considerable amount of attention to her shoulders, Amy moved slowly downward, to the girl's sides and lower back, "You still haven't told me your name." Amy said, her fingers briefly passing under the towel around the girl's waist, "It's Sarah." There was an air of tranquility in her voice that wasn't there when she first came in, and was never there at all when she was dealing with the girl's mother. Amy felt a grin form on her face, maybe she could have some fun after all. Then, seeming to ignore the towel that was over Sarah's butt, Amy slid her hands underneath it and started firmly massaging her soft ass. She felt Sarah tense up, this was obviously something that Mario didn't do, but the girl quickly relaxed again. After a moment or two, Amy pulled the towel away and tossed it on to the pile. "Those things just get in the way," she said, "Keeps me from doing my job." She slid her warm oily hands down between the girl's thighs, the edge of her fingers briefly brushing her young sex. Again Sarah tensed up a little and gave a short, almost silent gasp, "Oh, I see your a little sensitive there." Amy said continuing down to the bends of her knees, "No." said Sarah relaxing again, "Just slightly ticklish." She gave a little laugh as Amy gently bent her leg to massage her ankles and feet. Amy wondered if Sarah realized what she had intentionally done. She couldn't help but notice that the girl had opened her legs slightly, and her cute little butt had rose a fraction off the table. She applied more oil to the girl's feet as she carefully massaged between each of her tiny toes. Then she worked her way back up the inside of her legs until she reached the same spot as before. Again Amy felt the edge of her fingers brush against the girl's pussy. Sarah's thighs parted even more and her butt raised higher, but Amy ignored this as she moved upward and eventually back to her shoulders. "Okay, you can turn over now." She said as she plucked another bottle from the table where the lotions sat. When she turned back she felt the grin become a smile as she looked at the nude girl. Her nipples were a bit stiff, Amy wasn't sure if that was from the rub down or the cool air. Her bare pubic mound was flushed pink and her small pussy lips peeked out between her thighs. "Do you want me to put the towel back on?" asked Amy, concerned that she may have gone a bit too far. But Sarah merely shook her head and closed her eyes, wiggling on the table to get comfy. "Okay." Amy moved to the top of Sarah's head and started rubbing her temples then down over the girl's neck and body. She applied a little oil to her chest, watching it pool around her nipples, and began massaging. Softly at first then increasing the pressure little by little. She could hear the young girl breathing heavier as her nipples grew harder and she pushed her chest up into Amy's hands. "How does that feel?" asked Amy, whispering into Sarah's ear, "Mmm," the girl murmured, "It feels really good." One of Amy's hands slid down over the girl's stomach and between Sarah's legs as the other pushed under the waistband of the lycra shorts Amy wore. Her oily fingers found the girl's clit and gently stroked it as she slipped a finger inside her own hole. Amy was already wet and her pussy welcomed her penetrating digit. Both girl's moaned loudly as Amy's fingers slid between Sarah's puffy lips, rubbing back and forth against her stiff clit. Amy's muscles tightened around her fingers as she slowly pushed them in and out of herself. Sarah reached up and wrapped her arms around Amy, pulling their bodies closer together. Sarah's legs spread further apart, hanging off the tables edge while Amy's fingers continued to caress her wet slit. Amy felt her legs begin to tremble as she watched Sarah's do the same, and moved both her hands faster and faster. The young girl was panting wildly as Amy's finger probed her g-spot and she could feel the orgasm rising within her. Then, the girl's whole body tensed up, her toes curling tightly into themselves and she ground her young sex against the masseuse's fingers. Amy pumped her finger in and out of her wet hole until her body convulsed with release. The hand between Sarah's legs tried to clench itself and the young girl let out a silent scream as her own small hands gripped the blanket and held on tight as she writhed through her first ever climax. *** Amy was busy packing her bottles and lotions away when there came a knock at the door. Before she had even turned around, Sarah and her mother entered the room, both dressed in expensive looking summer dresses, "Is this her?" asked the mother in the same sharp tone she had used during her massage, "Yes mother." replied Sarah, her face stoic and her voice level, Amy felt a wave of panic rush over her. Had Sarah told on her? When they were holding each other in the aftermath of their orgasms, she had promised she would keep it a secret. Sarah's mother reached into to her, also expensive looking purse, and pulled out a small card and handed it to Amy, "Here'" she said in that never changing tone, "Come to this address at twelve o'clock every Sunday. And don't be late." "I'm sorry," said Amy, looking at the home address, and other details, printed on the card, "I don't understand." The woman sighed impatiently, "I am hiring you as my daughter's personal masseuse. Personally, I wasn't impressed with you ability, but if my little girl wants something than she's going to get it." "I'm not sure if..." Amy glanced down at Sarah, but the little girl's face was unreadable, but Amy noticed her tiny toes curling in and out ever so slightly in the open toed shoes she wore, "This is nonsense," snapped the woman, "I will pay you your entire weeks wages for this one day of work." Amy's eyes widened. A whole week of pay *and* this adorable girl to play with?, "Deal." she said with a grin. The End |