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I gave her the card after quitting.
    “Does she know what a nuru massage is?”
    “Nope. I recommended it to her though. You're welcome, Melody!”
    “Thanks!” I shivered with the anticipation of rubbing my body against Yurika's. “Tell her, I'll be out in a few minutes.”
    Becky's grin somehow seemed even larger. “A nuru massage, huh? You're gonna give her a good time, ain't ya?”
    I beamed. “You bet! I'm going to love her in ways her husband could never be bothered to.” Mr. Edwards, my former boss, was always a complete, overbearing ass to Yurika, and I bet he had never given her an orgasm. Too selfish.
    Well, she'll be getting one today!
    “That's the spirit, sugar!” She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Go get her!”
    I was so excited, I almost scampered out of the break room. There were only two nuru rooms in the parlor and I decided on room 9. It was decorated like a Japanese bath, or so Veronica had claimed, with wood decking and a tub set in the floor. Besides the tub was a small, wooden stool and a shower head attached to a small hose. Apparently, in Japan you washed yourself and then climbed into the bath.
    First thing I did was pull out the air mattress and the small compressor. It hummed as soft as a whisper after I hooked it together and flipped the switch; the rubber of the mattress stretching as it inflated was far louder than the compressor. While it chugged away, I filled the bath with hot water, then opened up a cabinet full of scented candles.
    Which scent should I choose for Yurika? She was a gentle, submissive woman. So something light and fresh. I grabbed several white, vanilla-scented candles and lit them, then scattered them about the room.
    I inhaled; what a delicious scent!
    The bath was filled, the air mattress was inflated, and the candles were lit. Everything was ready. I headed for the door and—
    The nuru gel!
    I still had to get the most important component of a nuru massage ready. I quickly filled a large, plastic bowl with the nuru gel, pouring from a large jug, not unlike an antifreeze container, and stuck the bowl in a microwave concealed in one of the cabinets, setting it on high for a one minute, thirty seconds, warming the gel.
    When the microwave beeped, everything was ready.
    I strode out of the room and marched down the hallway towards the door. Every step I took increased the growing panic in my stomach. I was going to mess it up. Yurika wouldn't let me seduce her. I'll get sued for sexual harassment and fired.
    No! I needed to be confident. I needed to be a futa masseuse warrior, showing no fear or weakness.
    I opened the door to the waiting area. It was well lit, suffused with a soothing, jasmine aroma, and furnished with comfortable chairs, a coffee table strewn with fashion and gossip magazines, a gorgeous fern, and a wall covered with the glossy photos of all the masseuses.
    Yurika sat on one of those comfy chairs, leafing through a magazine, her legs crossed. She looked up, smiling shyly. She was petite, with a light-olive skin; her face was as delicate as porcelain, and framed by straight, blue-black hair that draped her shoulders. A white sundress, dotted with violet and blue flowers, hung loose on her body, the bodice sleeveless and the skirt falling past her knees.
    It was such an innocent look. I was going to enjoy corrupting her.
    “Yurika!” I exclaimed. “I'm so glad you came!”
    She put the magazine down, standing up with the grace of a gazelle, her timid, angular eyes looking down. “Thank you for the generous offer.” Her voice was musical and her accent exotic.
    “I think you've earned it!” For putting up with that husband. I didn't say that part out loud. I crossed over to her and put my hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Don't be nervous. We're going to have a nice, relaxing evening.”
    She looked up and met my eyes with her dark pools surrounded by thick, black lashes; some of the tension melted out of