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first customer.
    When Monday morning came, I marched straight into Mr. Edward's office. “You can't go in there!” squeaked Stephanie, his secretary. I ignored her.
    Mr. Edwards looked up in surprise and, before he could start shouting, I looked my boss straight in the eye, declaring, “I quit.”
    “What?” the asshole spluttered. “You can't quit! We need you to finish the Johnson audit today!”
    I shrugged. “Oh, well. I found a better job. I'm a futa masseuse now.”
    “What the fuck is that?” he demanded as I turned and strode out of his office. “Melody! Get your ass—” I slammed his office door behind him. A huge weight seemed to fall from my shoulders; I walked with a straight back for the first time in...I don't know how long. I was free of my terrible job.
    Mr. Edward's wife was waiting outside his office, standing beside Stephanie's desk. She was a gorgeous, petite, Japanese woman, face framed by straight, blue-black hair that fell to her waist. I pulled out one my new business cards Mandy had whipped up for me yesterday, handing it to her. She blinked, looking down at it, her eyebrows creasing.
    “First one's on the house, Yurika. If you're ever stressed, come on by.” I bet her husband stresses her out a lot.
    “Oh, thank you, Melody” she said, politely taking the card and looked at it. “Maybe I'll stop by later on today. I always enjoy receiving a massage.”
    “And our massages are very special,” I grinned. Making my ex-boss's wife my futa slut would be an amazing severance package.
    “Then I'll definitely come by,” she promised, her smile lighting up her porcelain face.
    “I'm looking forward to it!” I grinned, and left my job behind, never looking back.
    To be continued...

My Nuru Futa Massage
    Futanari Massage 4
    (A Story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
    by
    Reed James

My Futa Nuru Massage
    I sat in the break room at my new job, Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor, staring at the clock and trying to keep my spirits up. My first day was turning into a huge disappointment. I had quit my job this morning, thoroughly burning that bridge and expecting to make several thousand dollars a day here.
    It was almost 5 PM and I've had no clients.
    “Customers have their favorites,” Linda consoled, reaching over to pat my hand. She was the masseuse that had introduced me to this wonderful world of women with dicks. Because of her amazing massage last week, I had been inducted into the Sisterhood of Aphrodite, swearing to worship the Goddess of Love and Beauty in exchange for my very own futa cock.
    Now if the goddess would only give me a customer or three.
    “Just be patient. You'll build your clients.”
    The break room's phone rang. My heart picked up its beat; hope blossomed inside me. Linda and I were the only masseuses free. This could be—
    “Oh! I love giving her a massage!” squealed Linda into the phone, her free hand toying with one of her pigtails.
    Disappointment crushed me.
    Linda hung up and stood, her breasts jiggling beneath her sky-blue, silk robe that clung to her perky body and only fell to her mid-thigh, leaving the rest of her tanned and gorgeous legs exposed. I wore a matching, lavender robe and, like Linda, nothing else underneath.
    “Sorry, Melody,” she sighed, leaning down to hug me. “It's like this at first. Be patient.”
    “Yeah,” I sighed. I just needed patients. And clients.
    She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then dashed out of the room. Another sigh escaped me, and I sat back into the plush love seat. A hopeful thought was born: if there was another 5 PM massage booked today, then they would have to choose me—there were no other masseuses available right now.
    I perked up.
    Becky, the blonde co-owner of the parlor, burst into the break room, her massive tits swinging like a pair of pendulums beneath her teal, silk robe. Her hair was damp, so she had probably just finished a shower massage.
    My hope died a little. I had competition