The Rub Down (6 page)

Alexa

There weren’t a lot of places in Boston for late twenty-some-things to go to drink and dance. After all, it was a college town with over twenty universities within the city limits. Tons of clubs were geared toward girls barely dressed and slutting it up on the dance floor for the horny guys. It killed me to see them walking around town with no coats on in the middle of winter so their hot outfits weren’t covered. When I got drunk, I wanted to yell at them about hypothermia, and scream that no one liked a cold whore. But I kept my mouth shut.

The Library, however, was the perfect place to get our groove on. Since it was nestled in the North End, nowhere near where we were in the South End, after our dinner, Addison and I grabbed a cab across town. After passing the big, burly bouncer whose arms were bigger than my waist, we headed straight to the coat check, and then the bar. I drank tons of water at dinner, alongside the bottle of wine Addison ordered, so I was ready to keep going. We were feeling good, but not quite at the level I was aiming for. The bar wasn’t packed yet, so we walked right up to order our drinks.

An incredibly sexy bartender came over to take our order. “Hello, gorgeous ladies. What can I get for you?” He stared at Addison’s chest as he spoke. Her assets were on display in her borrowed top. When we went out, she worked those girls, and I reaped the benefits since I was not as well-endowed as she was.

“Do you have Sweet Tea Vodka behind there, big boy?”

Ugh! She laid it on thick while batting her eyelashes. They had the vodka so Addison ordered us two Sweetinis. We got hooked on this drink last summer when we went on a girls’ weekend in Savannah. I couldn’t even taste the alcohol, so they went down nice and smooth and fast.

“Can you get us two lemon drop shots, as well, please?” Addison whipped her head around when I made my request.

“Damn girl, you’re on a mission. Aren’t you running tomorrow? Because I don’t think you’re going anywhere if we keep this up.” The smile on Addison’s face was priceless. As much as she supported me running the marathon, she rode me hard about being a stick in the mud, and going to bed early so I could train the next day.

“No, Jeff texted and canceled while we were getting ready. I’m running on Sunday now. So let’s have fun!” I grabbed the shot the bartender put in front of me. “Bottoms up, baby!”

We threw down our shots, accepted our free drinks courtesy of Addison’s breasts, and headed to claim a table. The deep red and black décor in The Library felt warm and exuded sexiness. Instead of hard, stale tables and chairs, they had what could only be described as living room furniture. Big high back, leather black chairs and red velvet couches spread out around the room. Slick black, high-top tables mixed in to provide great feng shui. We grabbed a small table with the high-back chairs close to the dance floor. I felt like a queen on her throne. And after my drinks, I reigned over the dance floor.

The Library’s music was great. I was itching to dance, but I knew Addison needed to at least finish one more drink before she would join me. As we settled into our seats, the disc jockey played a popular song that I loved.

“I still can’t get over my massage today.” Her eyes fluttered, and she sighed. “My body feels like a million bucks. I’m jealous you get to go a few times a week until after the marathon. I think I need to add it to my regular beauty regimen,” Addison said before lifting her full martini glass to her mouth.

“Not all my massages will be rainbows and butterflies. Luke has to work my muscles hard. He barely even touched my back or shoulders today. It was all legs.” I wouldn’t admit this to her, but Luke’s touch anywhere on my body felt amazing. Just thinking of how close his fingers came to brushing my panties made me blush.

“Please explain to me why you are blushing right now?” She raised her brows and narrowed her eyes at me. “Yes, I can see it, even in this dim lighting.”

“Addie, really? Come on. Drop it, please.” I didn’t want to discuss this. My crush on Luke was surely very one-sided, and was part of the reason I wanted to drink away my thoughts.

“Oh, come on. You haven’t shown interest in a man in like forever. Shit, you haven’t been on a date in three months.” While she, on the other hand, went on at least two dates with different guys every week. “I’ll drop it for now, but I reserve the right to bring Luke up at another time,” Addison answered with a wink, as if it made her teasing all better.

“Thank you, and now, drink up, bitch! I need to shake my fine ass.” I needed to get out on the dance floor, move my body to the music, and block out thoughts of Luke.

*****

Luke

The guys from the spa texted around nine, letting us know they were heading to The Alley, a place where all the college kids hung out since there were a few different clubs clustered together. One bar had a mechanical bull, while another hosted weekly wet t-shirt contests. The guys from The Rub Down were younger than I was, and probably wanted to check out the barely clothed co-eds. That was the last place I wanted to spend my night because it just wasn’t my scene anymore. I was thirty-two years old, and college girls were too young for me. Even though it wouldn’t have been my first choice, I went anyway. Maybe I would find a gem in the rough.

They picked a club where we knew one of the bartenders. Mark asked him to reserve us a table, which was hard to come by on a Friday night. Since we were required to have bottle service, a bottle of Ketel One and Patron waited for us. Our waitress for the night wore the smallest, black leather, pleated skirt. Every time she bent over to pour a drink, we got an eye full of her ass. She had a banging body, but man she wasn’t the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree. The younger guys from the spa had their tongues hanging out of their mouths whenever she came over. They didn’t care about her IQ, just her cup size.

Jeff arrived soon after we settled in. “What’s up, guys? What do we have here?”

“We have a whole lot of debauchery about to get started. You ready?” Danny yelled over the loud club music.

“I was born ready. I even cancelled my run with Alexa tomorrow so we can party hard tonight,” Jeff replied.

I wasn’t happy he brushed Alexa aside for drinking, but it was his business to run, and I shouldn’t care.

“Speaking of Alexa, she’s fucking hot shit, isn’t she, Luke?” Jeff asked.

Crap, I needed to
not
think of her, and there he was throwing her in my face.

“Yeah, she’s a hot ticket all right.” I stood and walked off. I needed to use the bathroom and get away from Jeff and his Alexa talk.

As the night went on, I started to get bored sitting around the table. The bottles were close to empty, and I was borderline being done, too. I decided to hit the dance floor to see if anyone interesting could help distract me. I just wished every song didn’t sound the same.

Out on the floor was a stunning blonde with long, flowing hair and a tight little ass. Black leggings, black shirt, and sky-high heels showcased her hot body. She appeared to be having a good time, laughing, singing, and dancing with her friend. The way her hips swayed to the music, beckoned me to her like a siren’s call. I puffed out my chest and started in her direction. When I approached her, I placed my hands on her waist, moved in right behind her, and rocked my hips in time with hers. Even though she had on stilettos, I was a good four inches taller than she was. Her friend gave her an approving nod and walked away.

“What’s your name?” I shouted over the noise of the bar.

She turned in my arms so we were face to face. “Wendy. What’s yours?”

“Luke.”

Introductions out of the way, we let our bodies do the talking. We danced through a few songs. LMFAO’s “Shots” came on, and the club went nuts. Wendy was a bold little thing. When the part of the song about sucking cocks played, she palmed my semi hard cock. With her other hand, she grabbed my neck, yanked me down to her, and attacked my mouth. It was sloppy, all tongue and teeth, like she was trying to eat my mouth. I pulled away, but she held onto my neck. Damn, she was strong.

“Take me home and let me suck you off,” she cooed in my ear.

Now, I liked a forward woman just as much as the next horny bastard, but she turned me off so damn fast with her unskilled tongue that the thought of that same mouth on my dick, made me want to turn and run the other way.

“Yeah, sweetie. I’m good, but thanks.” I turned and hurried to our table.

Danny and Jeff were laughing their asses off, since they obviously saw Wendy try to swallow my head. Couldn’t say I blamed them. I would have done the same thing if it was them. Wendy went from a fine piece of ass to shoe leather, in a matter of seconds.

“Let’s get out of here. Anyone with me?” I asked Danny and Jeff, since the rest of the crew was off looking for either their next lay or more alcohol.

“Where are you thinking?” Danny asked.

“I want a cigar and a nice bourbon.”
And gelato
. “Let’s head to the North End. They have that cigar bar there. The IQ and average age will be slightly higher than twenty one.”

Jeff decided to stay and try his hand with the young girls, but Danny was down for a cigar. We hopped in a cab and headed to Niccolo’s.

Alexa

The amount of fun Addison and I had was off the charts. Our level of drunkenness was perfect. Neither of us was slurring or tripping over our own feet. We were in the zone, shaking it all night, only stepping off the floor to get another drink. I didn’t realize how badly I needed a night out. Addison wore a huge smile on her face, and kept telling me how much she missed me since I started training. I made a mental note to make a better effort to balance training and fun.

The DJ played all our favorite songs, so Addison and I danced together with only a few men trying to break up our duo. But we had the girls’ night vibe going on, so most men watched from afar and bought us drinks when we took a break.

During one breather, a very tall, dark, and handsome guy approached me.

“Hello there, beautiful, can I buy you a drink?” He looked edible.

“Sure. What’s your name?” I craned my neck to stare into his chocolate brown orbs.

“Dave. What’s yours?” His voice was husky and deep in my ear when he bent down so I could hear him.

“Alexa.”

“What’s your poison, pretty girl?” He snapped at the bartender to grab his attention and grew irritated when he didn’t rush to our end of the bar.

Strike one.

“I’d love a Sweetini. Thank you.” I smiled up at him. “Tell me about yourself.”

“I’m a financial advisor for a Fortune 500 company.” His eyes narrowed as he searched behind the bar. “And I’m going to buy and sell this shit hole if the bartender doesn’t get his ass down here this second.” He slammed his hand down on the bar, rattling the empty glasses nearby.

Strike two.

“He’ll get here when he has a second. No need to get upset,” I said, hoping to calm him down.

“I don’t wait for anyone. Want to get out of here, Lexie? I can make us drinks at my place quicker than this fool.”

Strike three.

“No, thank you. I think I’ve heard enough. Have a great night.” I walked away without a drink, but more importantly, I walked away from a pompous prick.

After the exchange with Dave, I brushed off any other man’s attempt to talk to me. I was more than happy to remain single if guys like him made up the dating pool.

Around midnight, my feet were killing me, and I needed food. And there was no better neighborhood to get good eats. I motioned Addison to head for the door, signaling I needed food, and she nodded vigorously. When we reached the coat check, we were finally able to hear each other over the blaring music.

“Pizza, cannoli, or gelato?” I asked.

“YES! I want it all.” She giggled, and I was happy she was on my level.

Out on the sidewalk, we looked up and down Hanover Street to get our bearings. Pizza was our first stop. I knew I was going to regret it the next day, but I didn’t care. Pepperoni was screaming my name, and no way would I ignore the call. Using her best telephone sex voice, Addison ordered a slice of meat lover’s from the poor guy, which had me buckled over at the knees, laughing so hard. I turned into a teenage boy when I drank, and thought everything was about sex.

“Addison loves meat,” I yelled after I took a breath between loud, obnoxious laughs.

I inhaled my huge slice, and was ready to walk across the street to get a gelato. Addison preferred a cannoli, so we headed to our favorite café where we could get both. Mike’s Pastry was supposed to be the best in the North End, but it was always packed with tourists, no matter what time it was.

“Why the hell did our forefathers build the sidewalks out of brick? I can’t walk in heels for shit in this town,” I complained to Addison when I stumbled.

Over time, the bricks broke and only half remained alongside a gaping hole, or the ground underneath pushed them up. Either way, the sidewalks were uneven, and a total walking hazard, even to the sober.

“Beats the heck out of me. Every time we go out drinking, we have this problem. Do you think we should either a, not drink so much, or b, not wear heels when we go out?” Addison responded.

“Fuck that. I’m not giving up my sexy heels or drinking. I’ll just say a small prayer that I don’t fall on my face.” I almost tripped again over a tree root, driving our point home.

Laughing like loons, we linked arms and crossed the street Frogger-style, avoiding the cabbies like we were playing the old Atari game. We walked in and waited behind a few other partygoers who had the same idea as us. Finally, I ordered a strawberry gelato, and Addison got a chocolate cannoli. Usually chocolate was my go-to flavor, but for whatever reason, I needed sweet and fruity. The restaurant had a few empty, small bistro tables, which I was thankful for since my feet really killed me. Those heels would be the death of me come Sunday when I tried to run.

Addison and I ate while recapping our favorite moments of the night, and gossiping about the outfits we saw. We were fashion designers/consultants, after all, so we couldn’t help ourselves. And boy, did we see some doozies. One girl wore a white pleather mini, clear plastic hooker shoes that lit up when she walked, and a cotton tube top two sizes too small for her plastic tits. Then there was the guy on the dance floor, doing the worm, hoping the chicks thought it was hot. He missed the mark with his pleated, corduroy khaki pants and his green, argyle sweater vest.

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, Danny. It was probably to keep me upright since I was swaying slightly, but a girl could certainly pretend it meant more. His arm felt so nice wrapped around me, I just wanted to snuggle up to him, but I knew that was not appropriate.

“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 Danny before, but he was a very good looking guy. A little shorter than Luke, but he was certainly more muscular. He had short blond hair and blue eyes that I was sure women went nuts for. Just not this woman.

“Can we sit with you ladies once we grab our gelato?” Danny asked, staring at Addison.

“Of course,” Addison replied, almost in a trance as she gaped right at Danny. The guys headed to get their gelato, leaving Addison and me to watch their fine asses walk away.

*****

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,” Danny said as we stepped up to the counter.

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!” Danny said with his voice low.

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?” Danny asked as I took the seat next to Alexa.

“We started in the South End, and then went to The Library and danced our asses off. The DJ was spinning some great music tonight,” Alexa answered. “What about you guys?”

“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 running tomorrow.”

“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 Danny. “Your spa is amazing by the way. I can’t believe we hadn’t been there before. I can’t wait to go again. And we most certainly will be recommending it to all our clients,” Addison said.

“Next time you come in, ask for me.” Danny gave a wink and wiggled his fingers. “These are out of this world.”

Danny and Addison seemed to hit it off, and started carrying on a conversation solely between the two of them.

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, stunning neck. And there I had been thanking my stars that her neck was covered. Fuck! The sight tempted me to run my tongue up the side of her smooth skin and whisper how turned on I was. But I didn’t. Instead, I just kept rubbing her feet. I loved touching her smooth skin, and was happy for an excuse.

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 Danny about it later.

“So, you mentioned you’re business partners. What do you ladies do?” Danny asked, bringing Alexa and me into the conversation.

“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,” Danny said, poking me in the arm as hard as he could.

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.

“What are you guys doing all the way over here if you were downtown all night? Nothing good to lick over on Boylston Street?” Addison blurted.

I think she was trying to save Alexa from an embarrassing moment by throwing a sexual innuendo on the table.