50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 55

I tapped my foot impatiently, checking my Rolex for the 5th time since I've sat down 11 minutes ago. What was the fucking point of paying $300 a month for private membership to this Spa if I have to actually wait?

I had an annoying kink in my neck after a tense lunch at the Yale Club having to listen to Luis and fucking Paul Allen talk about themselves non-stop for almost an hour. Not even the 4 glasses of Scotch could unnerve me from the agony of looking at their faces without being able to tear them off.

And just thinking about dinner with Evelyn later at the Arcadia gave me an anxiety attack. If I had to listen to that woman whine about the scuff on her Jimmy Choos one more time I don't know what I'd do.

I checked my appearance in the mirror. Flawless, as I expected. I licked my thumb and ran it over my eyebrows, admiring the chiseled perfection of my face.

"Mr. Patrick Bateman!" the hardbody receptionist called.

I stood up with a huff, fists clenched as I followed her into my massage room.

I was expecting to see my usual masseuse Virginia, but was pleasantly surprised to be face to face with a stunningly beautiful young woman. Baby blue eyes, rosy cheeks, a long beautiful brown braid lying down her side and amazing tits. I was instantly attracted to her innocent beauty.

"Mr. Bate-

"Call me Patrick," I said, smiling at her as I undressed.

She smiled back and took my clothes, hanging them up one by one on the rack.

"Patrick, I'm filling in for Virginia this week. My name is Nika."

"Well Nika, I just hope you're as good with your hands as you appear to be. I could really use a good massage."

"Well I promise not to disappoint," she said, looking down at my boxers, the only article of clothing left on my body.

"Oh you must be waiting for these," I said, sliding my silk Giorgio Armani boxers down my toned legs, revealing my generous portion to her.

She visibly blushed and fussed with the oils on the masseuse table as I wrapped the 400 thread Egyptian cotton towel around my waist, lying face down on the soft massage table.

Nika dimmed the lights and lit a pleasant smelling incense. "Dust in the Wind" by Kansas softly crooned from the sound system and Nika got to work, massaging essential oils into my taut skin. I could smell Frankincense, Australian Sandalwood, and hmm Kukui Nut Oil?

My body sighed with pleasure as Nika's small, gentle hands rubbed the very right places.