WTTW- FOXX. Sneak Peek (UNedited)

It was almost nine and I was walking around tidying my room up for the umpteenth time, so I could get ready to leave. According to the rules, they wouldn’t accept walk-ins after nine, so I could leave if I didn’t have any appointments. Luckily, no one had come through to be serviced and I had several hours to myself and my thoughts. I’d managed to steer clear of Tymeeka because she was going to have more questions than I had answers. She was going to feel like she could help, and no one could help me, but me. After I gathered my things, my room phone vibrated on the counter.

            I picked up the phone. “Hello.”

            “Hi, Amyris. We have a V.I.P. client here and he asked for you specifically. I’m going to send him back.”

            My heart skipped a beat.

            I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry?”

            “Yes. We have V.I.P. clients. I am going to send him back,” she said, and hung up in my face.

            I’d read that manual back and forth several times and I didn’t remember seeing anything about V.I.P. clients in there. My mind went back to Ivo leaning over the desk, talking to her. There was no way she fell under his charm that fast to bring her in on his scheme, but stranger things had happened; I married him after knowing him less than a week. The slight taps on the door got my attention. Slowly, I walked across the room and pulled the door opened. My mouth dropped opened when I saw the man from the jewelry store along with his big shadow behind him. He was dressed differently from when I saw him earlier, like he’d just gotten out of a meeting or something.

            He smiled, showing me those sexy ass gold teeth. “Amyris Jackson, did I catch you at a bad time?”

            My throat tightened so fast that I wasn’t able to swallow the knot that formed in my throat. That same knot was sitting on my vocal cords, so I couldn’t speak. Since, I couldn’t speak, I shook my head. Moving out of the way, I let him the room. His shadow pulled the door closed, nearly knocking me over. When I turned around, he’d pulled a gun from his waist and set it on the counter, stopping me in my tracks. He unclasped his gold Cuban link bracelet and set it next to his gun, and then his watch from his other wrist. That gold laid against his warm tanned skin perfectly.

            He looked at me with a smirk on his face. “How are you going to be a masseuse and you scared of people?”

            “I’m… I’m not scared,” I muttered, and cleared my throat. “The gun threw me off that’s all,” I said with more confidence.

            “I see.”

            I walked by him to the iPad, where the client’s information was kept. Unlocking the iPad, I went into the directory, and I didn’t see any V.I.P clients. Trying not to appear nervous, I played around on the iPad quickly, before I found the list.

            “I’m sorry, but I never got your name.”

            “Foxx.”

            “Oh, that’s your place?”

            He didn’t respond.

            I looked at him and then back at the iPad screen, before looking at him again, confusingly.

            “I have to ask…”

            He chuckled. “No, you don’t.”

            “Okay.”

            I looked back at the iPad and tapped on his file. Foxx was the only thing written in the name area with no address listed, no birthday written, nothing. Scrolling down, his preferred style of massage was deep tissue, which prompted me to look at him out the corner of my eyes. Sure, I could get the job done, but pushing hard on that big man was going to be a feat, since he was nothing but muscle. I wanted to do a good job because that jewelry told me that he tipped well.

            I walked over to my cabinet. “I do have to apologize, Mr. Foxx because I was not prepared for a V.I.P client, but I have a few aromatherapy options for—”

            “Wait.”

            I looked at him. “Yes?”

            He pointed at his chest. “I look like a Mr. to you?”

            I shrugged my shoulders, while trying to find some words. Searching his soft, yet very strong features, I couldn’t find one sign of his age.

            He smiled and shook his head. “I’m joking, Amyris Jackson.”

            “Okay,” I said, and turned back around him. “I have lavender for relaxing and calming, vanilla, one of my favorites, which is also for relaxation, but—”

            “Sweetheart, mix them all, I need all of that. I need the works.”

            My chest immediately tightened with anger.

            Of course, he paid for sex. Of course, he fucking pays for sex.

            It was always the fine niggas that were the most deviant. After a flash moment of anger, I immediately got over it. The last thing I needed was my first client to tell Ivo that I wasn’t compliant. My mind immediately went into work mode. I grabbed a few bottles of the essentials oils to mix in the diffuser.

“After I fix this, I am going to give you a moment to get undressed and I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I mumbled.

“Bet.”

After setting up the diffuser, I turned on the soft lounge music, and lowered the lights before quickly slipping out of the room. I went into the bathroom to try and calm down. I was getting ready to dive back into the world that contributed to my spiral. I promised myself that I was going to stay clean, if not for myself, but out of spite for Ivo. I wasn’t going to let him win. If I had to pretend for another two years, I wasn’t going to let him win.

After splashing some water on my face, I patted my face dry and left the bathroom. His shadow opened the door for me and closed me in. The diffuser mix was hitting perfectly and was instantly working for me. I wafted more of the smell in my face and inhaled deeply. Foxx was on his stomach, comfortable under the thin sheet.

“Mr… sorry, Foxx, would you like for me to turn on the heating pad?” I whispered.

“This is fine,” he whispered back.

To get started, I folded the sheet over his big feet and propped them up, so I could massage them first. The room came with an instant warmer, so it only took the oil a few seconds to warm up. I dropped some oil on his right foot and started to massage it. I could tell that he took good care of his feet, but also that he stood on them a lot. When I added pressure to some parts, he’d grunt. After a few minutes, I moved to his left foot, dropped some oil on it, and started to massage it, adding pressure where needed. When I was done with his feet, I let them back down and covered them up.

Moving to the right side of the bed, I uncovered his leg, and folded it to where his full leg was out, but not his foot. I noticed he still had his briefs on, but I wasn’t going to say anything until later. I dropped some oil on his leg and started massaging it. The sleeve tattoo looked like they were done in 3D. Shining them up with the oil made them look brand new, so his tattoo artist knew what they were doing. The way his breathing changed told me that he loved the deep pressure that I created throughout his muscles.

“Shit,” he mumbled, when I covered his leg.

“Is everything okay?” I whispered.

“Hell yeah. More than okay, damn.”

Even though that made me smile, I was still repulsed at what I had to do when I was done making him limber. I moved to his other leg to give it the same treatment. While massaging his calf, I noticed a healed bullet wound. I made sure not to put pressure on it, but I kept rubbing over it because it felt weirdly good. After I was done with that leg, I covered it back up and moved to his back, where I would spend the most time.

My eyes widened when I read the Matisse tattoo that was across his back in bold letters. I’d heard of them before, several times. Now, the ‘M’ tattoos on his hands made sense. Standing in his jewelry shop, I would have never put that together. Where I went to high school, teachers as well as parents told us that we needed to make sure that we steered clear of them. Some girls still got caught up with them though. I didn’t know much about them, but I knew they were everywhere. Thinking back, before the drugs clouded my brain, I believe Ivo leased me out to a few of them before.

Not letting his name distract me, I dropped some oil on his back and started to massage it in. The more I added pressure to his back, the angrier I got because I knew he was rich. Add rich, to being super fine, there was no way he should have been paying for sex. I couldn’t imagine what he’d paid Ivo for.

“Foxx, is it okay, if I climb on your back to add more pressure?”

“Do what you need to do.”

I climbed on the bed and straddled his lower back. That gave more leverage to add more pressure to his back, which he appreciated because he was grunting every move. He may not have been old enough to be called a Mr., but his back was. Every muscle I applied pressure to had him groaning. Just like legs, his back was so defined as if he was a personal trainer. I could have rubbed his back all night. When I finally climbed off him, he let out a sad sigh, making me smile again.

I lifted his sheet. “Turn over for me, please.”

When he turned over, we locked eyes, and I immediately looked away from him, and dropped the sheet over him. My normal routine was that I would massage their backsides, and then once I got them turned over, I would start my other services. It had been so long since I serviced a client or had sex period that I’d forgotten how to initiate sex. Ivo was going to kill me, if he complained. Maybe if I convinced him not to tell, he wouldn’t. When I folded the sheet past his thighs, my eyes landed on his dick laying softly on his thigh through his briefs.

Scared to look at him, I hooked my fingers in the rim of his briefs, pulling them down, and he immediately sat up, catching my hands, scaring the living daylights out of me.

“Mama, I don’t know what you think this is, but ain’t none of that going on. As flattered as I am, I do not solicit sex.”

I gasped, mortified. “W-w-what, what, what…” My chest started to tighten so fast. “What… what do you mean?”

“This ain’t what I pay for and this damn sure ain’t what Yumi hired yo’ ass for.”

When I tried to pull away from him, he tightened his grip.

“You… you said the code… the works. I don’t… oh my—”

“Code? The fuck you talking about?”

I could have forced that hot oil down my throat to kill myself. I had never been so humiliated in my life. He didn’t know what the hell I was talking about.

“I’m-I’m, please don’t… oh my God,” I muttered.

He held on to my hands as they shook violently.

“Please get dressed and, please don’t say—oh my God,” tumbled out of my mouth.”

Using a move Ivo taught me, I maneuvered my wrists out of his grasp, and bolted out of the room and into the bathroom, not caring that I left him in the room with all my personal belongings. I slid down the bathroom wall, contemplating how the hell I managed to embarrass myself in front of the same man twice, and this time worse than the last. Without a doubt in my mind, he thought I was a prostitute. He also talked as if he knew Yumi, so that meant he was going to tell the owner and get me fired. Just the thought of having to tell Ivo that I got fired from the massage parlor had my stomach in knots, especially when he found out the reason I got fired. I was scared to go back to my room to face him, so I stayed against the wall until my legs were numb. When I peeked out the door, his shadow was gone, so that meant he was too.

Approaching my door, I could see that it was halfway opened. Peeking inside, no one was in there, so I could breathe a sigh of relief. When I walked inside, a piece of paper was where he’d placed his gun and jewelry. When I got closer to it, I picked it and three folded one-hundred-dollar bills fell out of it, making me gasp. He’d written a note on the piece of paper.

F-

For running out on service & false advertisement.

No scalp massage.

F.M.

Even though I was still humiliated, he got a smile out of me. He may not come see me again, at least I was three hundred dollars richer. I took my tip money and added that to my money envelope. There was still a long way to go, but knowing I was $300 closer to leaving had me feeling good. On the plus side of massaging that muscular, horse of a man was that Ivo wasn’t coming home tonight, and I could fantasize about him in peace.