The Rub Down

Mid-laugh, Addison’s eyes got a little bigger. She straightened her posture and pushed her ladies out. I knew this move. A hot guy must have just walked in behind me, and she was putting her best foot forward, if you will. Holding up both hands, I asked her to give me the hotness on a scale of one to ten, and she gave me an enthusiastic ten. I loved having a best friend I could communicate with, without a single word exchanged.

Slowly, I turned my head, pretending to fix my hair, and trying not to make it look like I was checking him out. I knew I wasn’t being successful, but I didn’t give a shit when I saw who just strolled in.

“LUKE!!!!!” Wow, I was as smooth as the potholes on I-93 in March.

Damn, he looked good. His ensemble was a far cry from The Rub Down uniform I saw him in previously. He was dressed in nice jeans, and a black button down that hugged all the right places. Even his shoes were designer.

“Alexa,” Luke replied as he and his buddy walked over to us.

I stood to give him a hug, not sure of the proper protocol when greeting your hot ass massage therapist you are insanely attracted to while drunk, but I went for it anyway. It was the first time I was touching his body, and it was as muscular as I had imagined. I wanted to start rubbing up on him.

Pulling out of the hug, he kept his arm around my waist as he introduced his buddy, Da

“Oh, wait! You’re the other owner of The Rub Down, right? Jeff told me about you, too. Nice to meet you.” I turned to Addison. “This is my roommate and business partner, Addison Bradford.”

Addison sat with her mouth slightly open, taking in the men before us. I had not met Da

“Can we sit with you ladies once we grab our gelato?” Da

“Of course,” Addison replied, almost in a trance as she gaped right at Da

*****

Luke

I couldn’t believe that, of all the gelato places in the North End, we walked into the same one where Alexa and her friend were. Fuck, she looked smoking hot. Her leather leggings showed off her amazing figure. The shoes were sexy as hell, and I wanted to see her stretched out on my bed in nothing but those. I imagined those heels pressed into my ass as I fucked her. Hard.

“Damn, Luke, Alexa’s hot,” Da

My death glare had him putting his hands up in a placating gesture.

“You can have her. Relax. I want her friend. She’s sexy as shit!” Da

Even in his tone, I sensed his amusement at how upset I seemed at the thought of Alexa and him together.

We grabbed our gelato and headed back to the girls. Their heads were together, probably talking about us. The thought made me smile.

“So, ladies, where did you go tonight?” Da

“We started in the South End, and then went to The Library and danced our asses off. The DJ was spi

“Park Square, and then we went to the Alley with some of The Rub Down guys. Jeff joined us, too,” I said while looking at Alexa. “He mentioned you guys aren’t ru

“Yeah, he wanted to reschedule, and it so happened it worked out perfectly.” Addison held out her hand for me to high five. I gave her a quick slap. “Apparently, I also needed to completely destroy all the hard work you put into my feet today with these shoes.” The sheepish look on her face was adorable. “Sorry,” she whispered, looking down at her feet.

I pushed my chair out a little bit and reached down to grab one of her feet and pull it onto my lap. Once I had her shoe off, I stroked my finger up the ball of her foot. My thumbs pressed nice and hard up her arch to alleviate some of the pain. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth fell open at my touch. Her expression made my cock harder than I thought possible. Between her outfit and the look of pure bliss on her face, I was a goner.

“Did you say you guys went to the Alley? How old are you again?” Addison asked, mocking our choice, which made me laugh out loud.

“Please, don’t judge us. Mark, an employee of ours, his roommate bartends at a club there, so we went. We wanted to hang with the guys, but that place is a train wreck. After tonight, I will not be caught dead in there again,” I replied.

“Oh, Mark was the guy who gave me my massage this afternoon. He’s great.” She turned to Da

“Next time you come in, ask for me.” Da

Da

I looked over at Alexa, and she had the biggest smile on her gorgeous face while I rubbed her left foot. Even her feet were beautiful. I’d never had a thing for feet, but rubbing hers in the little café changed that. I took hold of her other foot, and repeated the same ministrations. I felt her tense.

“Does this feel good? Too much pressure?” I asked Alexa quietly, not to draw attention to our conversation.

“No, they’re just sore from all the dancing. I hope they’re okay when I run on Sunday.”

Her head fell back and she grabbed something from her wrist. Then her blonde hair was piled on top of her head, exposing her long, stu

Ever since I graduated massage therapy school, my unwritten rule was I wouldn’t make a habit of massaging the women I dated. Not that Alexa and I were dating. No massages before bed. No rubbing sore feet at the end of a hard day. Obviously, I wasn’t a total dick, and if my girl needed some loving, she got it, but it was not a regular occurrence. It seemed unfair, but a guy who stares at a computer all day doesn’t want to go home and stare at a screen again for hours. So for me to rub Alexa’s feet at all was a shock, and I would hear some razzing from Da

“So, you mentioned you’re business partners. What do you ladies do?” Da

“The company is called Dress Me Up. We’re personal shoppers and fashion consultants.” Her eyes trailed over our clothing. “We help our clients put together wardrobes and find clothes that are in style, in budget, and look fantastic on them,” Alexa replied.

“Wow, something like that exists? Lukey over here could use some help in the style department,” Da

That job sounded like fun if you were into fashion. Sadly, he was right. I pretty much was blind when going into stores. My sisters picked out all my clothes.

“You look pretty good to me tonight,” Alexa said as a light pink hue lit up her cheeks. “I mean, your outfit looks good.”

I gave her foot a small squeeze, letting her know I knew what she meant.