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She also turned out to be one of the wildest, kinkiest and most perverted women I have ever known. It started with a phone call when I was at work. The well spoken and educated voice at the other end asked if I would be available to visit that evening at 7pm. ‘Where?’ I asked. ‘Holiday Inn, Maidenhead’. ‘Sure, I charge £60.00 an hour plus travelling expenses’. She asked me what I looked like and a little about my experience. She then told me she wanted some deep tissue and some relaxation massage to finish off. We agreed the price and she arranged to meet me in reception and told me to wear a suit. This wasn’t unusual as some hotels won’t allow massage in their hotels, so I put my couch in my non-descript black bag. Upon arrival I straightened my tie, slung the bag across my shoulders and entered the hotel. Locating the bar, I approached my likely client, teen Theresa. Theresa appeared to be in her late thirties with brunette, shoulder length hair, a round oval face, smouldering brown eyes and a generous smile. She looked lightly overweight with a full figure and large breasts which were hardly disguised by her tightly fitted jacket. Her legs were covered by a red skirt pov that stopped below the knee. Looking up I had guessed right as she stood, ‘Hi, I’m Theresa’ she stated confidently, ‘would you like a drink?’ ‘I will have a glass of red with you if that’s ok?’ and propping my bag against the wall beside me I sat down as she sat opposite me, clearly appraising me. Theresa explained that she had been away from home for most of the asian last two weeks travelling extensively for work but explained she was having trouble relaxing. She told me that she had decided to do something about and it and for the first time, she had taken the plunge and Hardcore ordered a Masseur. ‘Let’s hope I don’t let you down then’ I said smiling. She looked me up and down for a second then coldly told me, ‘you had better not!’ The way she spoke was not in a teasing, relaxed manner, more cold and superior. Immediately my back was up and for a second, I almost felt like getting up and leaving but I had met many women like this in my business. ‘What’s your occupation?’ I asked amiably. ‘I’m the National Portfolio Manager for a property company’ she said. Her whole demeaner was one of superiority, her gaze hardly hiding her disdain and I got the impression that she was used to telling people what to do and would be extremely hard and demanding to work for. She told me to pour us a drink and rather resenting her tone and the way she told me rather than asking, I hesitated for some seconds before reluctantly pouring us a drink. For a minute or two nothing was said as sat back and decided that if nothing else I would have a drink before I left. I then asked her what a Portfolio Manager did and the flood gates opened as she spent ten minutes explaining the importance of her role marketing a host of office buildings around the country, liaising with contractors, clients and letting agents. I was actually very impressed but her attitude left a lot to be desired. She downed her glass quickly and asked me to join her for another glass before we went up to her room. ‘So, do you do this often?’ she enquired coldly. I explained that until recently I worked with a female massage therapist covering the airport hotels but that my colleague was away, so I was working alone. ‘What, so you massage together?’ and I told her that we normally offered amateur four hand massage for couples. She seemed genuinely intrigued and asked me to tell her more but being slightly wary of a new client, I didn’t divulge too much. However, I explained that increasingly we were working separately and that all of the clients I had met in the past month or so had been exclusively professional business women. ‘Really’ she said, ‘so you are used to a woman telling you what to do then!’ and looked at me with a cold, hard stare as if challenging me. I didn’t reply but smiled politely and suggested that we make our way up to her room. Theresa soon drowned another glass, ordered a bottle to her room and suggested we go up. A few minutes later we entered her room and told me to set up my couch by the window next to the bed while she had a quick freshen up in the shower. I set up my couch, took out my sports vest and shorts and changed. As I finished there was a knock at the door. She made me feel like a little boy again and every thing she did was solely toward my benefit and making me feel good. "So, what'd you do today?" Pretty soon her whole body started to tense up, until it seemed like every muscle in it was rigid. 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