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that all I had just done was make us both awkward.
    I pushed up on my elbows and blushing furiously said, “I…I’m sorry I…I didn’t think you would…”
    “My fault.” Paula was as red as I was. “I…” we both jumped when the intercom buzzed on the wall.
    “Paula?” It was the receptionist, “I’m sorry, but can you come out here for a minute? The damn credit card machine is acting up again!”
    “One minute.” Paula looked at me and forced a laugh, “Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t paying attention and…” she shrugged, “I’ll be right back okay?”
    “Okay.” I said softly.
    As soon as Paula left, I stood up and wrapping the towel tightly around me this time, went into the changing room and dressed quickly. I left the room and walking as quietly as I could past Paula who was on her knees peering under the counter at the wires for the credit card machine. The receptionist was chatting with the customer waiting to check out and feeling like a fool, I slipped out the door without anyone noticing.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
    I looked at the time and shrugged. It was quarter to five and in fifteen minutes I’d be heading home for the weekend. Unlike the last few Friday’s however, I barely felt any excitement. My idiotic behavior last week had robbed me of the closest thing I’d had to fulfilling my fantasies. Even my incessant thoughts of enjoying the female form had decreased during the week.
    I still thought about it, especially lying in my bed at night. My hands would roam across my body with the thought of them being those of another woman, but now when my mind started to focus on Paula I would force her from my mind. Sometimes it worked and I would concentrate on Mandy whom I’d seen in the building several times. Sometimes I would wave and keep moving, other times she cornered me and flirted outrageously.
    As always I blushed and walked away promising a phone call, but as I had anticipated, the closest I got to that was sitting on the couch staring at her card. I felt like a high school girl afraid to call the popular boy who had given her his number. But even though Mandy was attractive and blatantly interested; literally willing to give me all that I desired, Paula still snuck into my lust crazed brain. I would cave and masturbate to her, rubbing my clit to a totally different ending to last Friday’s debacle.
    I shut my computer down and glanced at my cell phone. Paula had left me two messages; one Friday night and one on Monday asking me to give her a call and I couldn’t bring myself to do it. On Tuesday I had called and cancelled my upcoming appointments with the receptionist and had mixed feelings when Paula didn’t call again. It was for the best, I supposed and I could go somewhere else, but it wouldn’t be the same.
    I stood up and looked down at my prim and proper skirt and blouse. Nothing fun for after work because there was nowhere fun to go. I was reaching for my cell when it startled me by ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but it was local so I answered.
    “Hello?”
    “Ha, I got you!” Paula chirped, “I figured you wouldn’t answer if I called from the spa.”
    “Oh, um, hi Paula.” I said awkwardly.
    “Hi yourself, what’s this you’re not coming tonight?”
    “I…look, I just feel…”
    “Linda, please.” Paula sighed, “You think you’re the first woman who did that?”
    “No, I guess not, but…” I wasn’t sure what to say, but sure as hell wouldn’t ask if the others had been wet during their massage.
    “But what? A little awkward for a minute sure, but I mean,” she laughed, “I have one too, I know what they feel like!”
    Uninvited an image of Paula playing with herself exploded into my mind and I closed my eyes unable to push it aside, but managed to speak, “Yeah well it was pretty humiliating on my end and…”
    “And what, you’re not going to come back? Come on, Linda don’t stay away because of that. I forgot