Way Too Anxious

Dana and Billy were fried from work. Billy figured a massage might help her loosen up, so he dragged her downtown to the parlor. Casey had her coat half on, ready to clock out, when she spotted Dana's shoulders twitching like a cheap radio. She shrugged her jacket back off. "Can't leave her like that," Casey said. Billy practically bowed in thanks. Casey promised the magic cure for nervous wrecks, but Dana wouldn't stop chattering even after she shed her clothes. Only when Casey dug her thumbs into Dana's feet did the chatter slow down a notch. She rolled Dana onto a bolster, got her hips angled just right, and worked deeper. By the time Casey's fingers slipped between her thighs and started circling, Dana's worries melted into little gasps. One last flick, a soft laugh from Casey, and every deadline Dana had memorized vanished somewhere between her moans.