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Jaime again twice the next week. There was no doubt the massages helped a little. His ass and his leg still hurt. They still slowed him down. But there was a small, yet noticeable improvement as well. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the only effect the massages had.
    Levi was becoming obsessed with Jaime.
He didn’t understand it. Jaime was young and naive. He was boyishly cute, but he wasn’t the type Levi usually went for. He was pale and skinny and uptight. But the evening after his fourth massage, as Levi fucked some nameless man bent over the table in the storage room, he found his mind wandering to Jaime. He could picture all too clearly what Jaime must look like naked—the pale skin and the soft, round globes of his ass. He could imagine how Jaime’s ass would feel in his hands.
On Monday, the morning he was scheduled to have his fifth massage, he woke from an erotic dream of Jaime massaging his erect cock. He let his mind wander. He let the fantasy grow as he stroked himself to climax, imaging Jaime spread eagle and waiting on the massage table in front of him.
By the time he arrived at Jaime’s for his appointment that afternoon, he knew what he was going to do. He was going to seduce Jaime Marshall. He knew from experience that was all he needed—one good fuck with the kid and he’d be over it—and he figured seducing the Boy Scout would be unbelievably easy.
Jaime started him on his stomach, and Levi waited until he was on his back to make his move. He needed to be able to see Jaime’s face.
“What are you doing tonight?” he asked as Jaime rubbed his right arm.
“Nothing,” Jaime said. “Why?”
“You want to go out?”
“Out where?”
“Wherever. Dinner? A club?”
Jaime’s eyes met his, his expression guarded. “You’re asking me out?”
“Christ, isn’t that what I just said?”
“As in a date?”
“What else?”
“No thanks, Mr. Binder.”
“Don’t start that again. It’s Levi. ”
“I’ve told you before—”
“We can stay in, if you want.”
“No—”
“My place or yours?”
“Neither.”
Jaime started to move down to Levi’s leg, and Levi reached out and grabbed his hand. “Come on, Jaime. Don’t be like that.”
Jaime jerked his hand away as if he’d been scalded. “Please, don’t touch me.”
It was hardly the reaction Levi had expected. “Why not?”
“I don’t like being touched.”
“Then you sure picked the wrong profession!”
Jaime pinned him with a withering stare. “Levi, there is nothing about your treatment which requires you to touch me. ”
“Okay, okay!” Levi said, holding up his hands. He found the whole thing amusing—a massage therapist who didn’t like to be touched. Levi didn’t believe it for a minute. Jaime did his magic trick of unwrapping Levi’s leg and started to rub his thigh. It still hurt more than Levi cared to admit. “So when are you coming by the club?”
“I’m not.”
“I’ve been waiting to show you the back room.”
Jaime’s jaw clenched and the intensity of the “therapy” on Levi’s leg became considerably more painful. He may have looked small and weak, but he had strong hands.
Levi did his best not to wince. “Maybe you’ve already seen it?”
“I told you, I’ve never been there.”
“To the club or to the back room?”
“Either one.”
“If you’ve never been there, how do you know about it?”
“I worked with a guy at Borders a few years ago who told me about it.”
“So he’d been there?”
“Yes.”
“He’d actually used the room?”
“He said one of the bartenders took him there.” Jaime’s blush deepened. “Was it you?”
Levi couldn’t help but smile. “Could’ve been.”
“His name was Clay.”
“I don’t bother with their names.”
“Not ever?”
“Sometimes they tell me, but I tend to forget.”
“So you only care about getting laid?”
The topic was obviously irritating Jaime, which amused Levi immensely. He liked seeing Jaime flustered for once. “Pretty much,