As I stated in my last entry of Deep Tissue, I had a fierce session of oral—post-massage—with a man I knew to be married. Then, post-coital, I couldn't stop staring at his wedding band. I get that I was doing a combination of sensual and therapeutic massage either nude, in underwear or an enticing pair of running shorts with an occasional ending, but I still had some moral middle ground and this was not in my comfort zone. However, I felt relieved of some of my guilt once he and his shiny band left me alone in my hotel room. In fact, I couldn't wait for him to leave. Feeling a bit whorish I decided to scrub myself with a loofa in the hottest shower my body could handle.
Within thirty minutes I was ready for my next massage. I was happy to be busy and to not think about my guilty crush on Jackson. My next client made it easy. He was a fifty-something-ish waif of a man with tight grey curls who moved like a genteel southern woman and whose voice was a carbon copy of Leslie Jordan's, who played Beverly Leslie on Will and Grace. He introduced himself as Boots and spent the better part of an hour talking about his two poodles, Heiress and Siren, named after the two Paris Hilton perfumes.
"My goodness, I just love that bitch Paris Hilton and all her perfumes. So, when I bought my two babies I just knew where to go for the names — my scents cabinet. Heiress has twenty-two adorable dresses but Siren only has twelve. She shifts so much between sizes that I refuse to spend the money. She's the sweetest little cuddle bug though. Now If I could only get their little poodle shits to smell as good as the perfumes they're named after I'd be the happiest mama in Texas."
He giggled at himself.
I giggled as well. He was quite a character.
"Those two have been such a comfort to me since Percy passed. "
"Was that your lover?" I asked.
"He was. He passed three years ago. He had a heart attack just days after our last trip to Dollywood. Oh, Percy loved Dolly. He dragged me to Tennessee every goddamned year to see that woman during The Dolly Parade. "
Being a Dolly Parton fan myself I felt a rush of sentiment for Boots, Percy and their life-long commitment to Dollywood and each other.
I finished the massage sans ending and gave Boots a big hug on his way out. He promised to come see me when I was back in Texas.
After he left I checked my phone and noticed two missed calls and a text from Jackson. He was requesting another massage and a lunch date the following day. He stated that he couldn't stop thinking about me. A rush of excitement and a horny tingle flooded my body and I immediately began texting him back but stopped mid-text.
I thought about Boots and Percy. However twisted of a lie Jackson's relationship may have been I realized I didn't want to fuck with somebody else's Percy. Also, I didn't like Houston and didn't need a bad reason compelling me to travel there. My life was transient enough. I kind of hated doing the right thing but it was the right thing.
However, I did use him for masturbatory material for months after.
