Massage Therapy Ch. 04 (Preview)

It was Sunday afternoon and Layla was getting ready to pick up Ashlyn for a shopping date they had set up a few days prior. As she did her wavy brown medium length hair into a half-bun, she wondered why her close friend hadn’t called or texted her the last two days. Usually, Ashlyn would at least send her a message or give a quick call to check up on her. So her being totally off the grid seemed very abnormal.

Layla wondered what Ashlyn had been up to. Then, thinking about what she had revealed to her a few days back, Layla began to speculate. Since Ashlyn told her about the explicit arrangement with her massage therapist, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her head had been running in circles at the idea that her friend was having sex with an old foreign man.

Of course, Layla had to keep it a secret. She didn’t want to rat her best friend out or anything. But what Ashlyn was doing seemed awfully like an affair. Although she mentioned that this was a unique form of therapy from Japan, it still felt erroneous. Then again, Layla knew absolutely nothing about Japanese culture and she never took Ashlyn to be the naive type. So she just trusted her friend by her word.

Layla was well aware of Ashlyn’s sex life with her husband. Hell, she could even relate to her since her own husband, John, had been busy playing golf with his friends and going on company business trips to pay attention to her. So Layla could understand why Ashlyn sought out these certain ‘services’. But weirdly enough, it wasn’t the extramarital sex that was bothering her, it was the fact Ashlyn was doing it with an old man in his sixties!

Layla did learn that this old man was hung like a horse and could fuck like no tomorrow. But still, it sounded extraordinary. Strangely enough, when she thought about her friend doing the nasty with this mysterious man, Layla felt a little aroused by it. She tried to use her imagination of what it could possibly be like, but she kept catching herself before it got too far. Layla kept going over the details Ashlyn shared.

“There’s no way an old man like that could really be like Ashlyn says, right?” Layla wondered.

Shaking her head back into focus, Layla finished doing her hair and observed herself in the mirror. She examined her 5’8’ frame, D-cup boobs, perfectly curved body, and nicely light white skin. Layla is quite the looker. She and Ashlyn have always been seen as an attractive duo. Plenty of men would always try and hit on them whenever they went out together. Even in their college days, every guy from across the campus would try and hook up with them.

As much as Layla liked the attention, she was never the type of girl who would get with every guy she would meet. Ashlyn was the same as well. In fact, they had only been with one guy during their time in college and it was their future husbands back when they were more lively.

Checking her outfit, Layla wore a black strapless long-sleeve blouse and some tight form-fitting jeans that accentuated her curves. “Damn I look good,” she muttered before exiting her bedroom bathroom.

Heading downstairs, Layla gathered a purse and slipped on some shoes. As she was about to head out, she saw her husband, John, about to head out as well. He was wearing some fishing gear and carrying several bags and equipment.

“Um, where are you going?” Layla cocked her brow.

“Oh, me? I’m just going on a fishing trip with some of the lads for a day or two,” John explained.

“What?? You didn’t tell me you were going on a trip. What the hell?!” Layla exclaimed.

“It was a last-second plan. I couldn’t miss out on this!”

Layla rolled her amber eyes. Like Ashlyn, her relationship with her husband had deteriorated over the years. Nowadays, he’d been more focused on his own devices rather than his beautiful wife. You could say that her sex life was better than her best friend’s. But that was only by technicality since he would sleep with her, albeit not as often as she would like. Even then, the only times he would be drunk from hanging out with his friends, or just do it to get Layla off his back about. The sex was utterly devoid of passion or love. And usually, it ended with John finishing early, leaving her unsatisfied and disappointed.

Then, hearing honking coming from outside their home, John urgently went to the front door. “Oh! That’s them! Okay, honey! I’ll see you later,” he said to Layla in a rush.

Before she knew it, her husband dashed out the front door and quickly locked it behind him. Layla pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily. “God, what happened to him??” she miserably thought.

John was your average brown-haired Caucasian man. Back when they first married he was a lot fitter. They would go to the gym together almost daily. But now, he had let himself go a bit and develop this dad bod. He’d been too focused on going out and working to go to the gym with Layla.

Hearing the car out front accelerate off into the distance, Layla begrudgingly sighed and pulled out her phone to see if Ashlyn sent her a message about their plans for today. Still nothing. “Ugh, this is just what I need right now,” Layla frustratedly muttered to herself.

She then decided to just call her to see what was up. “Does she even remember what we had planned today??” Layla wondered. Dialing Ashlyn’s phone number, she waited for her close friend to respond. She restlessly tapped her foot on the ground as her phone just kept ringing and ringing.

Hearing that Ashlyn’s phone just went to voicemail, Lalya snarled in annoyance. “Ashlyn, what the hell?! Answer your damn phone! Don’t you remember we had plans?!” she angrily recorded a message for her.

Layla needed to keep her mind off things. Off John just leaving her home alone yet again. She was really looking forward to hanging out with Ashlyn. Spending time with her usually helped with her mood. Layla was willing to drag her from whatever she was so busy doing to fall through with their date.

After waiting a few minutes to see if she would call back, there was still nothing. Layla snarled in annoyance and decided to take matters into her own hands. Ashlyn said that she had no work, so she must be at home or something. At that moment Layla never stopped to think deeper about her friend's strange behavior. She was just focused on getting out of the house.

So hopping into her car, she exited her garage and drove off to Ashlyn’s house. The entire drive there, her mind began to wander. “What is Ashlyn actually doing?” she thought. She went over several scenarios in her head. “Perhaps she has family over? Augh, no, she would still find the time to message me.”

In most cases, Layla would just conclude that Ashlyn just had forgotten. Then again, it had been pretty clear-cut when they planned this out. Layla tapped the steering wheel with her thumb trying to deduce what happened. Then, a thought crossed her mind. “Could she be with her masseur?” she thought to herself. “No, no. That can’t be it. She said that her sessions only last a few hours.”

Every idea Layla was plagued by the fact that Ashlyn wasn’t messaging her. She was starting to get worried. Had something happened to her best friend? Before she knew it, Layla had arrived at Ashlyn’s house. Parking her car out front, she got out and rushed to the front door. Layla wasn’t even entirely sure if Ashlyn would even be home. But her worry was starting to weigh on her. Layla had to figure out what was going on.

Raising her hand up to the door, she knocked on it. Layla waits for a few moments. Still nothing. She knocked again, but nothing. Grinding her teeth, she decided to take a more direct course of action. Going to the doorbell, she pressed it a few times. Layla never liked ringing doorbells, she thought it was intrusive and annoying. But that was more of a personal thing.

To her dismay, there was still no response. “Augh, dammit….” she exclaimed to herself. “Where could she possibly be?”

Layla didn’t want to spam the doorbell so she just waited. She brought her phone up and tried to call Ashlyn again. Once more, no response. Layla was really starting to get frustrated, and worried. It wasn’t like Ashlyn to just go under the grid. Something fishy was definitely going on. Then, an idea popped into her head. Opening her finder app she brought up Ashlyn’s location. They had always shared their locations just in case something bad had happened to either one of them.

To her disbelief, her location pinged right here at her home. Layla gasped, then went to the doorbell again and started spamming it. She didn’t even stop to consider that Ashlyn might have left her phone going somewhere since she never would forget her phone, never.

“Ashlyn?! Hello? Are you home?!” Layla called out, pressing the doorbell a few times. “If you are, I know you’re here! Ashlyn! Please! Answer the damn door!”

Then, Layla suddenly heard rapid footsteps coming from the stairs since it was near the front door. “That better be her,” she thought.

After hearing what sounded like bare feet slapping behind the door, the door unlocked and slowly cracked open. Layla quickly tried to peer into the small opening. Her amber eyes widened to see Ashlyn in a state of disarray. Her curly hair was disheveled, her alluring hazel eyes were glazed, and she had this weird crust around her mouth.

Ashlyn tried her best to hide behind the door, but from what Layla could see, she saw that she was desperately trying to hold a towel around her apparently naked body.

“Ashlyn! What the hell?! Have you forgotten the little date that we planned? I’ve been calling you! And why haven’t you been calling or texting me?! That’s very unusual for you,” Layla ripped into Ashlyn.

“I- uh. Shit…. I forgot about our plans…. Dammit,” Ashlyn shamefully admitted. “And um, my uh, my phone has been…. Broken! It broke a few days ago. That’s why id haven’t messaged you….”

Layla’s amber eyes burned with vexation. Ashlyn was lying through her teeth. And her current state of mess was making her very suspicious. But taking a deep breath, she composed herself. “It’s fine…. It’s fine!” Layla said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Are- are you mad at me or something?” Ashlyn cautiously asked, timidly hiding behind the door.

“What?” Layla looked back up. “Why would I be mad? I’m not mad. It’s just…. You had me worried. It’s not normal of you to go off the grid like that.”

Ashlyn visibly looked guilty. But took a sigh of relief seeing how her friend wasn’t angry at her, just worried. “But now we got all that out of the way. I know you’re lying.” Layla declared.

“Wha- wha- what do you mean I’m lying??” Ashlyn nervously stuttered.

“Ugh, you’re phone isn’t broken. And don’t even try and lie again because I have your location on, and it shows you are right here,” Layla said, showing her screen to Ashlyn.

Ashlyn averted her eyes to the ground in defeat. “Okay, now you’re gonna tell me what you’ve been up to.” Layla then tried to further push the door open to get a better view of Ashlyn.

As the opening widened, Layla immediately got a good whiff of musk coming off of her caramel-skinned friend. Her sudden actions caught Ashlyn by surprise and the door gave in more than she would like. She stumbled back revealing more of herself to Layla.

Her friend’s amber eyes widened seeing more of her current state. Ashlyn just had a towel loosely wrapped around her body. Although they had seen each other naked before, the connotation behind why she was like this was embarrassing.

“Jesus! Ashlyn! Why are you like that?! And god, you kinda smell. What have you been up to?!” Layla exclaimed.

Ashlyn’s face blushed heavily. “Layla right now is really not a good time! Could you just wait outside for a moment so I can get myself cleaned up?”

“Cleaned up?? From what?” Layla queried, cocking her brow and bracing her hands on her hips.

Ashlyn spilled too much. “Ugh, just wait outside! I- I will explain more later!” she shouted and attempted to push Layla back outside.

“Hey! You can’t just push me out here!” Layla hissed.

The two struggled with pushing back against each other. With them being so close, the musk coming off of Ashlyn was more apparent than ever. “Geez! Why is your skin so sticky?! And why do you smell like that?!” Layla pointed out.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! Just wait outside, dammit!” Ashlyn reiterated, pushing even harder.

As they struggled, Layla’s mind went in circles and was starting to piece everything together. Her messy state, the smell, why she wasn’t messaging her. Layla quickly deduced the most likely answer to all her questions. But everything still didn’t make sense. There were a lot of things still fishy about her suspicious activity.

Hearing some footsteps coming from the stairs, Ashlyn had a sudden surge of strength and managed to push Layla mostly outside. She tried to close the door on her, but Layla wouldn't concede that easily. She quickly wedge her foot against the door so it wouldn’t close.

“Gah! Get your foot out! Get it out! I’ll be out in a bit! Just wait dammit!” Ashlyn urgently said, as if someone was getting closer.

“What are you hiding from me?! I know something is up! Just let me in!”

“Augh! Not yet! Just wait! Plea-” Ashlyn tried to say but was interrupted by another person.

Goro came up from behind Ashlyn. Layla’s eyes were immediately drawn to the short skinny old Asian man. “Who this?” he asked.

Ashlyn’s face got beet ready and was too choked up to say anything. Layla kept looking back and forth between the two and quickly connected the dots. “Is that why she wasn’t answering the phone?? Because she was with him??” she thought. But there were still a lot of questions needing answers.

“Is- is that??” Layla queried, pointing at the old man.

Ashlyn timidly nodded her head. Layla looked back at the old man. Getting a better look, he was just wearing a small towel around his waist. He was basically naked. Layla was taken aback. From her observations, he was definitely in his sixties and wasn’t remotely attractive, appearance-wise. He just looked like a pervy old man.

There was an awkward silence between the three of them. Standing closely next to Ashlyn, Goro sneakily reach for her ass and gave it a squeeze. “So you going to introduce me to your friend?” he cheerfully urged.

“Eep!” Ashlyn squealed in reaction to his squeeze. “Gor-! Ahem. Mr. Tanaka…. Em, this is my friend, Layla.”

Goro’s beady eyes scanned up and down the alluring brunette. He licked his lips seeing her nice curves, long legs, and big tits. She was certainly on par with his current lover. He liked what he was seeing.

“Layla, this is Mr. Tanaka. My…. Masseur….” Ashlyn continued, abashedly holding onto her other arm.

Noticing the old man’s leering stare, Layla covered her body with her arms. “Um, nice to meet you,” she greeted, trying to keep a friendly composure.

Goro raised his wrinkly hand for a handshake. Layla was a bit apprehensive since the strange man gave her weird vibes. But wanting to be polite she shook his hand. Immediately upon contact, a shiver ran up Layla’s spine. Goro’s hand felt moist and sticky.

“Kon'nichiwa, Layla. Very nice to meet you,” the old man said, bowing his balding head.

Wha- er, ahem. Nice to meet you….” Layla had a hard time focusing because of how mysteriously sticky his hand was.

Layla tried to speed up the gesture as they shook hands, but Goro just held her there for what felt like centuries. Then, turning her hand over, he released his unyielding grip from Ashlyn’s ass and ran his fingers over Layla’s palm.

“Oh, you have very nice hands. Very nice,” he smiled.

Layla froze. She didn’t know how to feel about this old man touching her hand. He was very delicate about it, but still, she felt creeped out at how intimate he was. As she allowed Goro to touch her hand, Layla looked over to Ashlyn. Her almost-naked friend looked surprised as well.

Returning her attention to the old man, Layla jerked her hand away from him and said, “Uh, thank you? I just moisturize them. Nothing too special.” She tried to be as polite as possible.

Goro gave Layla a warm smile. “Oh, so sorry,” he bowed his head. “I just like to voice my thoughts. Don’t mind me.”

Layla tilted her head to the side. Since he really seemed to be a foreign man, maybe interactions from where he’s from are really different. So she just let it slide for now.

Goro’s almost naked form was also distracting, but not really in a good way. Layla observed his skinny form, almost sagging chest, and small gut. “I can’t believe that Ashlyn sleeps with this guy,” Layla thought.

Then, taking a quick glance down to his towel-covered waist, her amber eyes shot open seeing a noticeable tent protruding out. But before she could react, Ashlyn spoke to her.

“Em, I’m glad you two could meet, but Gor-, Mr. Tanaka, can I speak to my friend, alone, for a moment?”

Goro nodded, but before he returned deep into the house, he reach behind Ashlyn and gave her ass a nice squeeze.

“Eep-!” Ashlyn squealed but quickly covered her mouth. She hoped that Layla didn’t catch onto what her ‘masseur’ was doing behind the scenes.

“Don’t take too long,” he stated in a suggestive tone. Then looking over at Layla, he looked up and down Layla’s body in a lecherous manner.

Layla’s eyes widened and she blushed upon hearing his little statement and catching his leering eyes. “That doesn’t seem very professional at all,” she pointed out to herself.

As Goro came out of view, Layla locked eyes with Ashlyn and gave her a suspicious glare. “So are you gonna explain yourself now?” Layla said sternly. “I’m not going to stop pestering you until you do.”

Ashlyn ground her teeth and sighed. “Fine, fine! But this stays between us, got it?!” Layla nodded and made a zipping gesture on her lips.

“So…. the reason I haven’t got to you today and yesterday is because….” Ashlyn hesitated for a moment and nervously bit on her thumb. “I’ve been with him….”

Layla scrunched her brows confusingly. “With him? You can’t mean you’ve been doing it for that long-. Ashlyn! I thought you said this was supposed to be professional!”

Ashlyn’s face got deep red. “It is!” she objected.

“What?! I’m having a hard time believing that it is. He’s at your house, and from what you said, I assume that he stayed over, right? What about Harry? Isn’t he going to find out?!” Layla whispered loudly.

“Harry is out of town for a business trip without telling me,” explained, sounding frustrated. “So with him out of town, I needed to blow off some steam, okay?”

“For a whole day? I never heard of a session that lasts for that long,” Layla’s mouth fell agape.

“Listen, I needed to blow off a lot of steam. Please understand,” Ashlyn tried to paint a clearer picture.

Layla sighed and rubbed her forehead trying to gather her thoughts. Everything just felt so off. She was getting awfully suspicious. She needed more answers, but right now didn’t seem the optimal time to get them. Ashlyn was still noticeably on guard and was clearly holding more back.

“Okay, okay! I get it,” Layla conceded.

Ashlyn sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

But clicking her tongue, Layla continued, “Oh, you’re not off the hook yet. You’re holding something back. And you will tell me everything.”

Ashlyn gasped. “What do you mean everything?!”

Layla’s eyes went dead and gave her a knowing look. “Listen, you don’t have to do it right now. Are we still gonna have our little thing today?”

Ashlyn looked ashamed. “Well, about that…. Could we move it to tomorrow? That’s when Harry gets back.” Layla rolled her eyes.

“Don’t tell me he’s gonna spend that night again. This is seriously getting strange, Ashlyn. I don’t know if I can keep this up.”

“Please, I’ll tell you everything!” Ashlyn blurted out. “I’ll tell you everything…. But it will have to wait for tomorrow. Just don’t tell anyone, please….” she begged.

Seeing how distressed her best friend was, Layla sighed and nodded in agreement. “Fine. Tomorrow then. But I want it cut and clear, got it? No more lies.” Ashlyn eagerly nodded. “Okay then, now go have your fun, I’ll see you then.”

Layla gave a playful wink and walked off. Ashlyn gasped but could say nothing since she was right. Watching her brunette friend walk off into the distance, she suddenly felt a body press up against her back.

“Is your pretty friend gone now?” Goro asked, grabbing onto Ashlyn’s wide hips and kissing the middle of her toned back.

Swiveling her head back to the old man she didn’t know what to think about his bold actions. “Goro! What the heck was that?! You grabbing my ass like that was dangerous, and why were you holding her hand like that??” Ashlyn exclaimed.

“I can’t grab my lover’s ass? You like it didn’t you, no?” Ashlyn sighed and abashedly nodded.

“Heh, and I just thought your friend has very nice hands. I want to feel,” Goro explained in a suggestive manner.

Ashlyn gasped. She immediately picked up on what he wanted from Layla. She should have felt repulsed that he wanted her as well. But the more she thought about it, she got strangely aroused at the idea of this sleazy old man trying to get at her friend. There was something primal about a man, albeit an older one, knowing what he wants and trying to claim it. Layla had been uptight lately, and knowing her husband John, she might also need some relaxing as well.

But shaking her head back into focus from her depraved thoughts, Ashlyn said, “Hey, that’s my best friend we’re talking about. You can’t just do that!”

“What? Gomen, sorry. I just can’t help. She just so pretty. Can’t help.”

Ashlyn noticed a devious grin grow on his wrinkly face. “Enough of that,” she commanded, rolling her hazel eyes. “This dirty old man is hopeless.”

Then feeling something hard and pointy poke at her ass, Ashlyn bit her lip. “Oh? Hard again are we?” she cooed, reaching over and holding onto Goro’s boney wrists.

“Heh, hai, hai, you know I am. Now shall we take this to the kitchen?” Goro smirked, giving Ashlyn’s exposed back a wet kiss.

“Mhhmm, you know I am. Come on my Japanese bull,” Ashlyn replied in a low sexy voice.

Closing the front door and locking it, the two proceed over to the kitchen to continue their nasty deeds.

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