Monique · Part 1

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Chapter 1

Rick had been dating Monique for a little over a month when he realized that he didn’t really know what she did for a living. He began to ask her about it, but she always avoided the topic. Rick started with subtle remarks, but by the end of their second month of dating, he was pointedly asking her what she did for a living. Still, she continued to sidestep the issue. Rick’s curiosity was beginning to get the better of him.

Rick and Monique had first met in an upscale bar in the city. It was a Friday night, and Rick was letting off steam with a group of co-workers from his office. All of the financial industry account managers tended to frequent the same handful of bars, and Rick naturally assumed that Monique worked in the investment industry.

Since then, Rick had seen Monique almost exclusively. Rick had really fallen for her, and he was convinced that she had fallen for him, as well. Still, her reluctance to talk about her occupation nagged at him. Occasionally, when he would call her up to arrange a date, she would say things like “Let’s get together after I meet with my last client,” or “I have to work, but we can meet afterwards.” Rick hadn’t thought twice about at first, but became increasingly curious about her profession until his interest climaxed last Friday when he picked her up at her apartment.

Rick arrived at Monique’s apartment at 6:00 pm on Friday evening. It was unusual that the two of them could get together so early on a Friday, but it was possible that night because neither of them had any work commitments. Rick rang the bell, and Monique invited him into her foyer.

“I’m afraid I’m running a bit behind,” Monique said apologetically as she kissed Rick on the cheek.

“I won’t be a minute…” she said as she darted into the bathroom down the main hall.

Rick stood in the entryway and glanced around the living room. It was impeccably furnished. He wondered again what she could possibly do to earn enough money to live this lifestyle. He had done quite well for himself, but there was no way that he could afford the furnishings and works of art that Monique had collected. Maybe they were inherited, he wondered.

As Monique emerged from the bathroom, looking every bit as beautiful as when she went in, Rick noticed several large packing cases inside the doorway of her darkened guest room.

“Going somewhere?” Rick asked with a sly grin.

“Yes, wherever you want to take me, my love,” Monique answered with a mischievous smile.

“No, I mean the packing cases,” Rick said pointing down the hall.

“Oh, those? They’re just supplies for work,” she said dismissively.

Monique opened the closet and took out a full-length fur coat, but Rick didn’t veer from the topic.

“Look,” he said politely. “We’ve been dating for two months now, and I still don’t know what you do for a living. I think you need to tell me tonight.”

“Rick, I really like you,” Monique started. “But I’m certain that if I tell you what I do for a living our relationship will change in ways you never thought possible. And I love what we are building here. Please don’t ruin it.”

Rick was stunned. What could she do that would change how he felt about her? Nothing, that’s what. Nothing.

“Monique, I insist,” Rick said, breaking the small silence. “Whatever you do, it won’t change how I fell about you. I promise.”

“I’ve been afraid of this. I’d really prefer not to discuss it. Is there any way that I could talk you out of this?” Monique asked.

“Not this time,” Rick said firmly. “My curiosity has reached its peak.”

Monique stared into Rick’s eyes, and after a moment, she said “Well then… It isn’t something that someone can absorb in a vacuum. It’s early. Let’s go by my office, and rather than tell you what I do, I will show you.”

Rick hailed a cab to take them to Monique’s office, and Monique, usually composed and proper, spent the entire cab ride kissing Rick’s neck and rubbing the inside of his thigh. Rick was surprised, but he certainly didn’t stop her. In fact, he wished he had taken such an assertive step sooner.

After paying the cab driver, they entered a luxurious office tower on the west side of town. Monique handled the security guard’s questions, and they took the elevator to the top floor. The elevator doors opened to reveal an opulent lobby and an impressive reception desk. Upon exiting the elevator, the lights came on automatically.

While Rick stood in the lobby looking around in awe, Monique walked behind the reception desk. She hung her coat behind the reception desk, picked up the phone, and tapped out a telephone number that she had clearly memorized.

“Hey, Sam. It’s me. Rick has decided that he needs to know what I do for a living. So, I have brought him to the office to show him.”

“Yes, I know, but there was no talking him out of it. So, I’m letting you know that we are here. I won’t be long. I’ll be through within the hour.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Monique hung up the receiver and moved toward the only door leading to the interior offices. As she approached the door, it automatically unlocked.

“Mr. Feline, Ms. Monique will see you now,” she announced sarcastically.

Waking Rick from his daydream, he walked over to accompany her.

“Mr. Feline?” he asked quizzically as he passed through the door Monique was holding open.

“Yes. You are the curious cat, after all,” she mumbled as she let the door close and lock behind them.

As she escorted him toward an interior room, Rick asked who she called. He was relieved to hear that she called Samantha, her partner, to tell her that they were in the office. Monique said that she didn’t want them to be interrupted by nosy security guards.

“Okay, if you are going to insist that I do this, you will need to follow some ground rules,” Monique began.

“No preconceptions; No judging; and no speaking unless I tell you to. Are we clear?”

Even though it was phrased as a question, Rick knew it was not negotiable.

“Okay. I won’t jump to conclusions. I won’t judge. And I won’t talk unless you want me to,” he said, trying to paraphrase the rules.

Monique ushered Rick into the room, and the automatic lights illuminated the space. Rick’s eyes were immediately drawn to three packing cases similar to those he saw in Monique’s apartment. The largest of the packing cases was a twice the size of a steamer trunk. The second packing case was somewhat thin and taller, and the third packing case looked like a case that might be used to hold a magician’s props.

Rick began to ask what the cases were for, but he was quickly interrupted by Monique.

“Ah, ah ah…” she said placing her index finger over her lips.

“Didn’t we just go over this? Leave the talking to me for now. Take off all of your clothes and place them on the chair behind you.”

Rick stared back at her dumbfounded. He had never seen Monique so direct about his nudity. In response, Monique tilted her head and shrugged as though to say “You asked for this.”

While Rick was removing his clothes, he watched as Monique opened the thinner, taller packing case and removed what appeared to be a disassembled massage table. Even after he had completed his task, he watched Monique assemble the table in the center of the room. The table was sturdy and elaborate. It was covered in leather, and it actually looked really comfortable. The word “luxurious” came to Rick’s mind as he examined the contoured surface that followed the general outline of a human body.

“Great. Now, up on the table face down, please,” Monique said once the table was fully assembled.

As he climbed up onto the table, Rick noticed that it was divided into sections. Widthwise, the table was divided into three sections: a center section for supporting the torso of the client, and two thinner sections, one along each side, where the client’s arms would rest. The center section was tightly upholstered in leather, while the side sections had loose leather coverings that were fixed where each side section met the center section, but the leather coverings loosely draped down along the sides of the table.

The table was also sectioned off from head to toe. At one end of the table, there was a generally oval hole with padded sides that was clearly meant to accommodate the face of the person lying on the table. There were sections that seemed to correspond to the upper torso, the lower torso and the legs. All of the sections gave the table a checkerboard appearance, with some sections being tightly upholstered and others being loosely covered. Nonetheless, the folds and contours of leather gave it a rich, exotic feeling.

While Rick was admiring the table, Monique rolled the third packing case closer to the table. She unclasped the case along the front, and opened it like a book. With the back of the case facing him, Rick could not see that the case contained an array of accessories that enabled Monique to practice her trade. Monique reflexively reached for a leather blindfold and gave it to Rick.

“Put this on,” she said politely.

Rick looked back with a questioning stare.

“The darkness will enhance the experience,” Monique explained.

”Now, put it on, please.”

Rick shrugged and positioned the blindfold over his eyes. Although it removed his vision, which was a bit unnerving, it softly hugged his head providing a pleasant sensation. He blindly positioned himself so that his face was cradled within the egg-shaped hole toward one end of the table. It was surprisingly snug all around his face. Normally, Rick would have felt a bit claustrophobic in such a situation, but the combination of the blindfold and the warm pressure of the contour gave him comfort.

As he laid face down on the table with his arms along his sides, Rick wrestled with his feelings about Monique’s profession. On one hand, he didn’t like the idea of her massaging other men, but on the other hand, he was excited to see how skillfully the woman he was falling in love with might please him. Rick resigned himself to simply enjoy the experience for now, and deal with any questions or negative feelings later. His resignation allowed him to slowly relax.

While Rick was silently resolving his feelings about her, Monique was busy preparing to give Rick a massage we would never forget. She reached into the case and put on a pair of gloves. She reached back into the case and removed an unlabeled jar of cream. She scooped out a dollop of the cream with her first three gloved fingers, and began to apply the cream to the base of Rick’s neck. The cream was incredibly soothing, and Monique continued its application from Rick’s neck down to the small of his back. Within seconds, the cream provided a warm sensation, and caused Rick to become slightly light-headed. Time seemed to slow down for Rick, and Monique simply continued her pleasant assault on Rick’s entire torso. There was no way for Rick to know that the cream was infused with a mild sedative, but Monique knew. Her gloves prevented any accidental exposure to the effects of the cream.

Monique leaned in close to Rick’s head and asked him how he was feeling. He was quite relaxed and mumbled an apparently positive response. As she removed and discarded her gloves, she told him to simply lie still so that she could apply three heating pads that would interact with the cream to relax him even further.

Rick felt Monique place the first pad along the back of his head. He couldn’t quite make out what kind of material it was, but it was warm and felt something like leather. Monique laid a second wide strip of heated material along the small of his back and a third strip across his back just below his armpits. Rick could feel Monique manipulate the table at the seams between the torso section and the arm sections, and he felt each of the heated strips apply a slight downward pressure.

Between the warmth and his light-headedness, Rick was totally relaxed except for his groin. The lighter his head felt, the harder his erection became. He shifted uncomfortably on the table. Like a conductor reading a symphony’s score, Monique anticipated Rick’s feelings. Again, she asked him how he was doing even though she already knew the answer. He responded that he was great, but that he was a little uncomfortable because he was aroused.

Monique offered to make him more comfortable. His thought process was a bit slow, and he wondered whether she was offering to masturbate him. Before he could ask her to clarify, she manipulated the sides of the table, and he felt the table open up around his cock and balls. They dropped through the opening in the table, and Rick felt a relief that the pressure was gone. But he slowly realized that the air around his privates was cold.

“You’re probably feeling a little cold down there, right?” Monique observed.

“Mmm-hmm,” was all that Rick could muster.

“Okay, I’m going to warm you up, but don’t let loose on me, now. This isn’t about that,” she explained.

“This is about you feeling relaxed and completely carefree,” Monique added cheerfully.

She massaged some scented oil into the skin around his private parts. The oil was warm and satisfying. She then wrapped his balls in a heated bag and his cock in a flexible heated tube.

After Rick let out a satisfying sigh, Monique focused her attention on Rick’s arms. She rubbed, kneaded and massaged each arm from his shoulder to his wrist. He could feel the table jar slightly at various times as she worked her way down. Monique was really putting in an effort, he thought.

“So, you’re a massage therapist?” Rick asked, his speech heavily slurred.

“Shhh. Remember the rules. No, I’m not exactly a massage therapist. It only seems that way at the start,” she answered quietly.

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