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Monster Marcjh 2024 - Day 5- Cervitaur

The Velvet Spa

So, same setting, different characters this time. But here's the piece from last year.

The Velvet Spa is a medical spa specifically geared towards tuars of all kinds, either bi-pedal or quadrapedal- of every kind. They do winter coat removal/de-shedding in the spring. Antler growth supliments and special velvet shampoo to help your antlers grow to be the best that they can be. Hoof trimmings year round. Horn shaping and polishing if you have horns vs antlers. Velvet stripping in the fall and antler shedding in the winter and normal- massages, hair styling, facials, eyelash extensions. Micro-dermabrasion, dermaplaning, botox injections.

And in case you're wondering, yes I was absolutely inspired by Girl With The Dogs on Youtube.

As always, thank you to @borealwrites for making an amazing Monster March 2024 Prompt List.

Monster March 2024 Day 5- Taurs -

The Velvet Spa

“Thank you for calling The Velvet Spa, this is Charlize, how can I help you?” You answered the phone when it rang in the back from it overflowing the calls in the front. It was the spring, that meant deshedding appointments out the wazoo, overbooked schedules and the phone practically ringing off the hook.

“Charlie! I’m so glad I caught you!” Came the all too familiar voice from the other side of the phone as your shoulders dropped and you almost regretted picking up the phone. Everytime Otto called- it meant, he needed a favor. Big ones. And right now- was not the time to be calling in those favors. It was spring de-shedding time. The place was super busy, your day was booked solid.

“Otto, I’m booked solid Bud.” You immediately told him.

“Really? Come on, please? I need a huge favor for a friend. It’s an emergency!” Otto proclaimed.

“Then go to the Emergency Room.” You insisted.

“Not that kind of emergency. Come on, please? Name your price Charlie, I need a Hail Savior. Please. I’m desperate and I know you’ll come through. And you’re the best de-shedder in there. And it’s not for me, it’s for a friend. He’s here for a big business thing and he’s from the East Coast and he’s only here for a couple weeks, but he started to shed his winter coat last night and today he’s miserable. And no one de-sheds like you do. I gave him your card and recommended you specifically.” Otto insisted.

“Then why isn’t he calling me?” You asked.

“He did! Several times! But you’ve been busy with clients! He tried talking to the front desk people but he got the run around and they can’t get him in while he’s here, he leaves in a few days. But his proposal and big meet is tomorrow morning. My Man can not work his magic and make this deal if he’s sweating his own fur off into his suit, which that’s not good for anyone. It’s a really big deal. It’s his future on the line. Come on Charlie. Please? If you’d just stay late, I’ll buy you dinner, anywhere you want to go or give you a gift card, or bottle of wine or whatever you want. Please. I’ll even make a down payment on half of his services if you can just get him in. Please?” Otto begged as you took a deep breath and a long exhale.

“Fine. Is he there with you?” You asked.

“Yes! Thank you. Yeah, let me get him. I’ll make it up to you when I get paid again.” Otto insisted.

“I’ll take a gift card, for at least a hundred dollars. And you’re lucky you’re family Otto. You’re costing me a dinner date.” You grumbled as you had to pull out your phone and shoot a text to your date that you had to work late and would need to reschedule. You should know better than to try to have any kind of social life during the spring de-shedding season.

But the date just blew you off for being a “catfish” for dodging another date with him. Oh fuck this dude. You were gonna be making bank tonight. You didn’t have time for his shit anyway. You quickly blocked his ass while you waited for your second cousin to get his “friend” on the phone as he walked through the office building he worked in.

“Ok, Charlie, meet my friend Antony. Antony, meet Charlize, aka Charlie.” Otto quickly introduced when he handed the phone over.

“Hi, Charlize was it?” You heard another voice offer.

“Hi Antony. My name is Charlize, friends call me Charlie. What can I do for you?” You asked in your nicest tone you could muster.

“I desperately need a deshedding appointment.” He confessed.

“Of course, let me look up my schedule real quick to see when I can squeeze you in.” You offered when you looked up the schedule on your phone and tried to find an opening.

“Please, thank you so much for this, it’s an emergency. I have a big presentation at work tomorrow. And I can’t go in looking like a patchy schmuck.” He pleaded as your eyebrows knitted. It had been a little while since you last heard the term ‘schmuck’. But he was from the East Coast, lingo was absolutely localized you suppose.

“Well, here’s the thing, I think I can squeeze you in at 7. But since it’s an emergency evening appointment, it’s usually double for those.” You warned.

“Make it triple. I need the works. I need a deshedding treatment and a conditioning treatment as well as a proper full body blow out and brush.” He answered as you nodded in understanding, you figured. You pulled up Otto’s file and filed this under an ‘Emergency Appointment for Friends and Family’ and made an opening in your schedule only to immediately fill it out for this guy as you started adding all of these services to the appointment.

“Ok. I can do that.” You nodded in agreement.

“And you said it was at 7 right?” He asked.

“Yes. If you could get here at a quarter till, that would be best.” You urged him.

“I’ll definitely be there. I just woke up this morning and with my morning shower, clogged the drain and all day, I feel like I keep dropping clumps of hair under my clothes and I look like a yearling getting their first spring shed, I practically have spots again.” He complained.

“Oh you poor thing. You know if you get straight lye…” You began.

“It’ll eat the hair in the drain. Yeah. I know. Already did that at the AirBnB I’m staying in while I’m here.” He confirmed.

“Good. I would hate for you to have plumbing problems on top of everything else.” You grinned as you set up his services in the system and the appointment.

Dang it. You were not going to be able to get food until at least 8:30 now. But this guy was about to drop some serious coin at this appointment and even if he left you a minimal tip, it would be enough to buy you dinner at least.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be good. Thank you so much for getting me in and getting me in so quickly. Can I like- get you dinner after or something?” He thanked you with overwhelming gratitude.

“Nah you’re good. I get it, you’re here on business and you’re in a pinch and most people have no control over when they go into the rut or their velvet dies, or when their bodies decide to shed their winter coats. I’m glad I could get you in Antony. I hope you crush it tomorrow.” You offered.

“Now, I have to take you to dinner.” Antony tried to offer as you could hear his smile through the phone.

“Really, Antony, you don’t have to, it’s ok. Plus, my boyfriend is making me a rack of lamb for dinner anyway.” You tried to lie. The last thing you needed was a pity date from Mr. East Coast - never-gonna-see-him-again.

“Oh, ok. Well, I’ll still see you at seven then. I really appreciate it.” Antony graciously offered.

“You’re welcome. See you at seven.” You offered before you hung up and tried to finish your lunch without eating any hair from any clients. You were going to sweat at least five more pounds of sweat off today in the process. But, your clients needed it.

You finished off your lunch before you grabbed your gloves and went to the waiting room to get your next client.

Every client with fur was coming in for the spring de-shed of their fur. Antler shedding was dead of winter, which was always a big boost for the winter holidays. But only some had antlers, some had horns depending on their species and some genders. But winter coat de-shedding? That was everyone, every version of a taur was coming in for de-shedding appointments now.

And The Velvet Spa? It had the best equipment and the best, most highly trained specialists in the state practically. It was a high end medical spa. And catered to taurs of all kinds.

The spa had special deshedding shower heads. Where a deshedding specialist could get into a large 2 person shower with a client and give them a full body wash with the de-shedding shower heads and de-shedding shampoo and conditioner. Often, the hair catchers around the drain would just be a glob of shed fur that got put into a special trash bag. Then from there, the client would be moved to a dryer box, or “hurricane cage” with the specialist, who now had a special blow dryer nozzle and would blow dry the client out, all over their body and then once the client was blow dried out, inside the special “hurricane cage”. Then they got a full body brushing and deshedding so that all their hair, from head to toe, or head to hoof in other cases, would get brushed out and would lay right. And then, once that was done, the client would look and feel like a brand new person.

Thankfully, you were able to get by- in the afternoon as it turned from afternoon to evening by a few fruit and nut granola bars. It wasn’t real dinner by any stretch of the imagination but it was better than nothing and Bianca kept the snacks overflowing during these times in the year just for this purpose.

You barely made it out to the lobby by 7, after seeing your last client off before you were handed his folder when you saw his receipt stapled to the itemized service order. Holy shit, this man, not only paid for everything you put in here, but left you a huge tip. The largest of the day. Well damn. He meant business.

“Mr. Morrigan?” You called out before a very handsome cervitaur nearly jumped to his feet and hurriedly came up to you. Damn it, you should have said yes to that date with him. Fuck. Why did you lie to him about the whole boyfriend and dinner thing? Because you didn’t want to be the pity date. Of course, it would figure that he would be the sharpest dressed man in the waiting room. Fuck. He must have been Mr. Big Shot. Damn it! He was only here for a few more days, and you’d never see him again. You were looking for something with a lot more permanence in your love life anyway. So you simply put on a polite smile while inwardly kicking yourself.

“Yes, that’s me.” He offered.

“So you’re Otto’s cousin Charlie?” He guessed.

“Yes. I’m Charlie. Nice to meet you Antony.” You shook his hand. Fuck, he may have been shedding, but the man smelled damn good. His cologne was making your mouth water.

“So, big presentation tomorrow eh?” You recalled as you had him follow you to the shower room.

“Yes. It’s a quarterly update, my company got a lot of seed money and it’s a report to the investors on how well said seeds are growing. I’ve been practicing it all week in between being walked through how things are run out here. I’m just really nervous and then to add this surprise shed, might as well be a blown tire on my way to an interview as far as a monkey wrench into things. Normally I have a different place I go to- back east. But I feel silly just flying back, just to get this done, just to try to fly back here in time.” He offered.

“Oh, I totally get it. And yeah, it’s a lot to risk, just to get de-shed, which to most people who don’t have fur- seems kind of a silly thing, but it’s like- trying to do this with a really bad hair cut and getting your hair destroyed by a newbie hair stylist who was trying to give you auburn and ended up giving you neon purple instead. It’s a big deal and it’s important to look and feel your best.” You readily explained.

“Yes! Exactly!” He nodded.

“Well, I’m glad I could get you in and this totally counts as a total emergency. Well, here’s your room. Get undressed, put on the bathrobe and then leave the room by the door on the other side. I’ll be locking the room from this side so that no one can come in and steal anything while you’re getting your fur de-shed. Ok? And I’ll meet you on the other side.” You offered before you locked the door and then put his paperwork in the file holder outside the room before you quickly walked around and entered the spa from the back and got your bay prepared while he undressed.

He came out the other side, with just a towel around his waist. God damn, he was jacked and hulking. He must have had one hell of a rack over the winter too. Figures, of course he was, this could not get any better or, worse depending on your point of view. He may have had at least four inches of fur all over, but you could see those pecks and abs from here. Lord have mercy. God damn it, a pity date with Mr. Gorgeous didn’t sound so bad now did it?

“Ok, we’re in here.” You gestured to the shower stall, that was frosted at waist height to preserve some modesty to them as you put on your special shield and gloves after filling the canister on the special shower nozzle with one hand and your special shower scrubber in the other hand.

“Ok, do you want to go face first or back first?” You asked.

“Uhh, back?” He asked.

“Ok, feet or hooves in second position. You will want to put your hands on the bar though once you adjust the temperature of the water to your liking.” You gently warned him before you used the toe of your waders to kick over a special stool to step on and not slip so you could get to the top of his head behind him as he turned the rain shower over him on and turned it up to a hot temperature as the stall filled with steam before he took a moment to get wet and relax for a moment before you went in and took the special nozzle and started washing the top of his head, seeing the now fuzzed over patches where his antlers would be growing out in the summer and fall.

You would make swipes with the deshedding shampoo nozzle with one hand and used your massaging scrubber in the other.

Antony could do little but moan and groan in pleasure as all kinds of hair got un-impacted down his body.

He put his hands splayed out on the shower wall and simply melted into this. His ears drooped and his shoulders sagged as even his belly softened as his eyes closed in serenity. As you could see in the reflection of the glass on the inside that he got an erection too.

It was seen as unprofessional to appraise a client’s genitalia, but- he had been blessed with more than just good looks. But you kept your eyes and your focus on the professional service you were offering, as the professional you were doing your best to be. You went from his head, to his neck, to his shoulders and back, even his rear. And down the back of his legs.

“Ok, turn around so I can do the front please.” You requested before his eyes snapped open before his hands covered his erection as he seemed to look around for something to use to hide it.

“Sir, it’s a natural reaction to the service. It happens to everyone. It’s ok. But if you really are uncomfortable, I can get you a hand towel.” You calmly and patiently offered.

“No, I’m…I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m just not used to this. I mean, I have place back home that does something like this but…I’m just not used to having this…bad of a reaction and I’m so sorry. You’re an amazing professional, I’m so sorry.” He tried to justify as it was clear it was practically painful for him and the harder he tried to get his erection to go away, the harder it got and the higher it speared the air.

“Really, Antony, it’s ok. I’m used to it. Even the old geezers get this reaction. And with them, I worry about them fainting because for them, it’s been decades since they’ve popped a boner and they’re not used to the blood flow being away from the head on their shoulders and we worry they’ll faint and slip and break a hip or break the one thing no man ever wants to break.” You tried to joke which got him to snort a laugh.

“Here.” You put the scrubber down and gave him a hand towel to cover himself, because a little washcloth was not going to cover it.

“Thank you.” He thanked you as he used it to wrap around himself before he turned around and then closed his eyes and avoided your gaze as you rolled your eyes and changed out the bottle of deshedding shampoo into the nozzle before you continued with the process of washing his front, with the same care and attention that you had given his back.

You also couldn’t help but notice he was subtly stroking his cock with the now wet and soapy hand towel.

Whatever, at least he wasn’t propositioning you. And at least, he wasn't asking you to “take care of it” for any price. Which he would automatically dismissed as a client if he did. Surely, he knew the rules, same as you.

“So, how long have you been working here?” He asked as he opened his eyes and watched as you washed one arm down while the other hand now kept the hand towel in place.

“A year and a half.” You answered.

“Well, I can see and feel why. This place was very highly recommended by everyone I worked with. Whether they were taur or not.” He appraised.

“We work hard to keep our reputation as sterling as it is.” You offered as you got his belly and did what you could to work around his groin.

“So…were you named after Charlize Theron or….?” He asked as you grinned. Very few guys tried that line. Was he subtly still flirting with you?

“Nope. I was supposed to be a boy, I was supposed to be born as a Charles. But then when I came out a girl, Charlize was close enough, and still a ‘Charlie’ either way.” You answered as you sat at your ankles then knelt at his feet to get at his quads better as you ignored the way his cock bobbed next to your head.

Shit, were you ovulating? Why were you taking notice of every little detail with him? You had been cool with all of your other clients today, why was he sticking out so much? Maybe you needed to hit that vibrator in your car after work. Something. Or perhaps it was regret on exactly what you had lied to turn down. Probably regret.

“Oh shit.” He groaned when you got to the top of his foot where the fur got finer before it would fade to an otherwise human looking foot as you grinned smugly and then really put your weight into the scrubber to scrub at his feet and ankles.

“Why does that feel fucking phenomenal?” He asked as he couldn’t help but lean forward with his hands suddenly braced on his knees, letting you get an eyeful. But at least he was leaning on himself and not on you.

“The especially fine fur on the backs of your hands and wrists and feet and ankles and muzzle, rarely gets the deep scrubbing that the rest of you gets. Even though it needs it just as much.” You answered before you switched to the other foot.

“How expensive is that scrubber thing?” He asked.

“Not any more expensive than any other scalp massager. We sell them out front, we sell this one and then cheaper options and more expensive options too. You can buy one before you leave.” You answered as you had to kneel and sit back on your feet and really get down to scrub as he was acting like this was some kind of religious experience.

“How much is it to just get good scrub downs like this?” He asked.

“Only $75 for full body scrub downs, during regular business hours, a hundred and fifty for after hours.” You answered.

“When are you available to do this again? Because you’re going way harder and doing a way better job than the girls back east ever do it.” He wondered.

“Oh, well some specialists have a much softer touch and much gentler techniques for most things period. I’m obviously not. I’m much heavier handed than most are. For some though, I’m a bit too aggressive, others, especially when there’s impaction with fur or hair, need a more vigorous approach. Because it takes far too long to get the impaction loose if you go soft. And I don’t usually have that kind of time to take with every single client. Especially in the busy spring winter coat- de-shed.” You shrugged.

“There, any spots I should get again?” You asked as you rinsed off his hand towel and handed it back to him to cover over himself.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m, I’m good. Thanks.” He sheepishly took it to cover over himself awkwardly again.

“Ok, let’s get you rinsed.” You nodded as you took off the canister and twisted the face to get the right setting and then got up on your stool.

“And close your eyes.” You instructed before he did and held his breath while you got his face before you took the spray away to scrub at the soft, shorter, finer hair around his face and head again before rinsing it off. Then you moved to his neck and chest, and got his arms and belly then, had to ignore his groin to get his hips and legs.

“And turn around please.” You made a motion for him to turn before he did as you got back on the stool and got the back of his head, down his neck, then his shoulders as you ignored his subtle stroking of himself as you got to his butt and suddenly his strokes were faster as he leaned against the glass and had his eyes closed as you worked down from his rear to his hamstrings then his calves and ankles before he was pumping himself almost at a heinous pace as you just shook your head.

So much for being subtle. Men were always going to be men you supposed. Maybe it was best you were seeing this, pop this attraction bubble you were in, and slip you right back into reality. You were a specialist, he was a client, leave it at that, period.

At least his body only tensed a moment later and he kept his sounds down before you got the special squeegee to try to get a fair bit of water out of his fur so you wouldn’t be in the hurricane room too long.

“Better?” You asked once you finished as he seemed to get himself together.

“Yeah, much, thanks.” He said as his cock was now, clearly softening.

“That can go here, in the dirty laundry.” You urged him once you had turned the water off and took your face shield off and shoved your hood back too to keep your head from getting wet as you readily got the room cleaned around him and rinsed out the canisters to be refilled tomorrow.

“If you’ll follow me to the hurricane booth.” You invited as you had him follow you across the room where a special booth was as you went and grabbed a special hat and hair net to keep you from inhaling any of his fur before you closed the door behind him and then turned on the vents as the air current around the room picked up.

“Ready?” You asked.

“Yup.” He nodded before you took the special nozzle and then used the super powerful blow dryer to power dry him, head to toe as you weren’t surprised when it was like it was a furnado in there for several hot minutes as you blew out his coat as the fan and circulation caught all the blown fur only a few moments after it detached from his body as you used a thicker metal de-shedding comb to get the bigger clumps.

Granted, he was a big guy, but you still managed to get him dry and get out of there before you brought him back to his room to brush him out propper, grinning when he was groaning and moaning again. Maybe he was just unusually stressed and or touch starved. Probably both.

Once you got him all brushed out, he did look so much better. Nice and clean, lean and neat and his fur practically had a satin sheen as it laid down in it’s natural pattern.

“Ok, well, my job is done here. Feel better? Happy with how it turned out?” You asked him as you nodded to the full size mirror on the wall.

“Yes. You did an amazing job, thank you so much for getting me in on such short notice. I’ll schedule back with you when you have an available appointment when I’m in town next.” He insisted.

“I’d look forward to working with you again too.” You offered with another nod before you got out and walked around to get his paperwork and checked a few things off before handing it back to the front desk for when he would check out before you walked back into the back, eager to get out of this damn wader suit and wet gear. Although you were sure, you probably needed another shower yourself. But for now. You just needed to get your shit and clock out and get to your car where your vibrator was practically calling your name.

You did just that, happy when there was a few hundred dollars cash that you could put into your wallet from cash tips and got out of there. Walking quickly to where you had backed your car into a parking space so you could just pull out of there.

You quickly got into your car and turned it on just enough to crack the windows to let the warm spring air in and so the windows wouldn’t fog up if you took a few minutes to get off. You quickly grabbed your vibrator and your little bottle of lubed and reached into your scrubs and under your gut and under your fupa to get at your mound and slip the lube around your nub while the vibrator took a second to warm up under your belly and between that and into the crux of your belly and thigh before you grabbed it and manuvered it in your pants before you managed to slip it in and then into position that when you would “sit” normally, the handle would just have enough contact with the seat that you’d be able to move it with just your core without having to keep a hold of it with your hands.

You turned the car off and then popped your headphones into your ears because you did not want what you were going to be playing to be loud enough for anyone to hear but you and got an incognito tab open, your favorite porn site, your favorite trope typed in, your favorite video soon popped up and you grinned excitedly.

The one with exceptional visuals and even better audio. The one where you could really hear the guy’s grunts, his growls, his snarles, his big heavy breathing that matched his big, heavy, furry, “monsterous” form. One that would fuck you senseless, the kind that used you without asking for permission, the kind that dominated you and you said ‘thank you’. The kind that was hung like a draft horse if not a brama bull and would really bulge your already plump and soft belly. The kind that would use you like a cocksleeve and fuck you until your mind broke. The kind that was strong enough to lift you and move you like a doll, and make your rolls jiggle and whose large hands would still get ample hold of your thighs and ass and breasts and belly. The kind that blew your back out and would make you look like you stuck a fork into a light socket and practically rearrange your guts while making your insides grin like an idiot. The kind that would choke you, spank you, rough you up just enough to shut you up and turn you into the kind of "good girl" most bad guys loved. But who could be wild and "tamed" and be tender and affectionate only moments after. That kind.

You turned it on and melted into the experience and slipped into the fantasy and took a long, exhale as the tension in your chest started to melt as you ground down into the vibrator’s touch, canting it forward so it would really work over your G-spot while the rabbit would press against your clit. You had spent almost a heinous amount on this particular vibrator but it was perfect and worth it. You didn’t need much. You barely needed one whole video before you couldn’t help but lull your head back and scrunch your face as you bit your lip as your legs went straight and ridged. Your belly fluttered as your lower back got that good release and deep relax. A pleasured grin bloomed on your features as you opened your eyes and then looked out of the windshield.

Then movement out of the corner of your eye as you turned to see Antony, sitting in the front seat of his huge SUV rental, across the way and down a bit. Shit, had he been there this whole time?! Fuck. Oh this could be a disaster. What was he doing back here? And what was he looking for? Shit, he saw you and smiled and was walking over after he got out of his vehicle.

Shit! This vibrator was quiet but not that quiet. He would definitely be able to tell. You quickly reached for the vibrator to turn it off as subtly as you could before he approached and leaned over to talk to you out of your car window.

“Oh good you didn’t leave yet!” He smiled as you reached forward to turn the car back on just enough to roll the window down all the way as you got your headphones out of your ears so you could hear him.

Oh good, he had just gotten there. Ok, you could still salvage this.

“No, not yet.” You shook your head no as you put on a customer service smile.

“Can I help you with something?” You asked politely as your pussy clenched around the vibrator and you could only hope he would be oblivious to what you were really doing as you damned your cheeks for flushing as red as a beet.

“Uh, yeah, uh, sorry.” He stuttered and stammered as he shook his head violently as if that would knock the right words into his mouth as you saw his nostrils flare as he took a few deep breaths through his nose. Fuck could he smell you too?! This couldn’t get any worse.

“So, about, in there.” He felt obligated to say as it was clear he was frustrated and flushed as the fur around his cheeks looked practically pink as he tried to shuffle his weight from one foot to the other. Shit, was he getting hard again? Why was he affecting you? Or were you affecting him?

“It’s ok. Antony. I get it. Sometimes that physical reaction gets so intense that you need to take care of it, because it’s easier and faster than waiting for it to go away. It’s ok. That’s why we have all those washcloths and hand towels in there in the first place. You didn’t cross the line and proposition me, if anything you tried to be subtle and discreet about it. Every first timer goes through it. It’s awkward, but it’s normal.” You tried to reassure him as you felt rather hypocritical about it too, with your pussy currently being stuffed with your biggest vibrator you could manage to still be discreet in your car in the parking garage.

“Yeah, thanks for the reassurance, um…I hope dinner with your boyfriend is as delicious as it should be. He’s lucky to have you.” He offered as he tried to take a half step back, as you sighed and groaned and whimpered.

“Ok, I gotta come clean Dude. I don’t have a boyfriend, let alone one who would even think that having dinner ready by the time I would come home -would ever be an option. Let alone one who would have the cooking prowess to even know how to cook a rack of lamb, much less have such a thing ready on a regular thursday night that wasn’t some super special occasion, like a birthday, or an anniversary. It was a lie. I just didn’t want a pity date. Plus the Spa has a very firm- no dating clients- thing. And you were in a super tight spot and I would be scum if I took unfair advantage of you, especially when you were in an hour of need.” You confessed as your cheeks were now probably permanently flushed as you didn’t even have the heart to look up past your steering wheel.

“Charlize, first off, you absolutely deserve to have a partner in life who absolutely would and should have dinner ready by the time you get home. You work really hard and you work smart. You had great body mechanics and wonderful effectiveness. And hopefully you make enough doing it to provide you with the lifestyle you deserve. I asked you out because you’re really sweet and lovely and one hell of a professional. And because Otto was sure that you were single. If you don’t like me or think less of me because I had a moment of weakness, that’s more than fair. But at the very least, when you get a chance, come to Aurora Boreallis, give them this ok? And have a night on the town, on me.” He offered as he gave you a business card and then an electronic card from the casino. It looked like one of those charge cards at Dave and Busters but obviously, from the casino.

“Thanks.” You thanked him as you took it.

“So, first off, I asked you out before you took me on as a client. I don’t know how things are done out here. But back east, if there was already a previous relationship before any professional service, there can be one after. I’m still interested in taking you out on a date. But the question remains, are you interested or not?” He asked.

“Oh, I am, but, not tonight. It’s late, I’m tired, I need sleep. Tomorrow is gonna be just as busy but I’m off on Sunday.” You offered.

“I can do that. How about brunch on Sunday?” He offered.

“Sounds awesome.” You grinned before you exchanged phone numbers.

“See you Sunday.” You offered him before you both went your separate ways.

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