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An air of desperation seemed to hang around any and all who decided to try going to a massage parlor before they would go to a proper doctor or chiropractor.

The modern stigma was one that had been built up by the stuff of legend in the 70's and 80's; naive, foreign girls who had just enough money to open a business would allow themselves to be coaxed into performing sexual favors at the end of a massage for seedy businessmen, all for the sake of growing a customer base and reputation.

Of course, much of that stigma really was mere legend, and for the majority, massage parlors in the modern age were respectable establishments that sexual acts were never performed in. Massage was becoming a recognized and legitimate form of therapy, and a lot of professional masseuses took great pride in their work, and being able to help people with their unique brand of skills.

An otter by the name of Jon, one who had been dealing with nagging pains in his neck, upper back and thighs, was one of the brave few who decided to try and alternative form of treatment before he went to a doctor and waited for a man in a white coat to shove a bunch of painkillers down his throat.

"You're in luck, sir. You arrived right between appointments...I can get you set up right away, actually."

Admittedly, the female working the counter wasn't exactly the kind of woman Jon was expecting to see, but then again, that wasn't all bad. She was a puma: one who kept the fur upon her head cut short and neat, with a little more thickness to her curves than the stereotypical rail that worked in massage parlors. She dressed modestly for the position, save for the v-cut in her long sleeved shirt, one that allowed for a preview of ample cleavage to show through, and beneath, a pair of black jeans, every bit as common as they came, hugged upon her hips and accentuated the extra thickness of her thighs, giving a rather flattering appeal.

"You seem a little nervous. Is this your first time going to a massage parlor?" she asked, offering up a smile that was a little too friendly to be authentic, but then again, she knew what it was like to have an edgy customer on her paws.

She couldn't wipe the grin from her face as Jon nervously smiled back at her and gave a quick nod. "Y-yeah, it just...seemed like a better option than pills, y'know?" he asked, his voice just as wobbly as he was, at least, at the moment. She didn't have any ill intent, so she didn't have any shame in admiring his choice of rather tight cargo shorts and a plain, but certainly form-fitting white t-shirt upon his torso. He was one of the cuter patients she'd had to work on recently, but in her heart of hearts, she was still a professional.

That didn't mean the thought of taking things beyond a professional relationship with him hadn't crossed her mind, but she did her best to keep those thoughts outside of work as she started filling out a little paperwork. "Well, you've got nothing to be nervous about, and I think you're making a great choice in coming here first. I'll just need your name and a signature, please."

"It's Jon," he told her, finding his nerves were eased rather quickly by the kindly smile, and the downright enchanting amethyst orbs of the puma. "And sure, I'll sign."

"My name's Dawn, by the way. I'll be the one taking care of you this afternoon," she said, as she handed over a clipboard, with an 'X' next to a blank line. Jon got the picture and left a quick scribble that sufficed for a signature, and quickly handed the clipboard back over, finding himself just a little eager to get started, now that his fears were being eased away by someone who was truly a master of both conversation, and relaxation. Dawn was even a soothing name for her to have, and Jon knew he'd be able to easily remember it as she stood up from the desk and stepped to a very plain, white, six-panel door on the back wall of the rather small office. "Step inside, would you?"

Jon gave her a quick nod and stepped forward, walking right into the mostly empty room. There were a couple shelves on one side of it, holding towels, oils, candles and the kind of things that one might expect to see in a standard massage parlor, while a long, cushioned table sat in the middle, with a small indent for Jon to settle his muzzle in when he finally climbed atop.

"You can go ahead and get yourself comfortable," Dawn offered, as she stood behind Jon, keeping a paw on the door knob. "I'll let you have a little privacy so you can...ahem. Strip down," Dawn paused, knowing that it was a bit of an awkward point for some customers. "Go ahead and climb onto the table when you're all undressed. There's a towel on it, waiting for you. Feel free to call out to me when you're all done."

Dawn offered one last kindly smile to the otter before she closed the door, letting out a long, quiet breath on the other side of it. She was in a unique position that she could shamelessly fantasize about all of her customers while they were undressing, but at the same time, she really was a professional, and didn't ever want to succumb to the thoughts that occasionally crossed her mind. Jon was a little bit nervous and edgy, and perhaps a bit smaller than the typical male she'd be attracted to, but there was already something else about him...something that made her just slightly uncomfortable as she listened to the rustling of fabric, knowing that Jon was stripping his clothes away.

Jon proved to be polite, even in a place where he might have a little freedom to be demanding. His shorts and shirt came off easily, as was the plan in wearing them, but he still folded them and set them next to the table before he climbed onto it, glad to see that fresh, clean sheets had been placed over it. Even with the vocal comforts that Dawn provided, Jon was still just a little uneasy about climbing up onto the table, but he grabbed the aforementioned towel as he did, all while holding his own member, making sure that he didn't smash it with his belly while he awkwardly got into position. He didn't see how so many men could be into the idea of that place as a sexual one, but he draped the towel over his bare backside and covered it, keeping his tail flat over his most private areas the best that he could.

Once he was satisfied, sure that he wasn't showing anything or giving off the wrong impression, Jon sucked in a deep breath and got comfortable against the deep, cradling cushions and called out to Dawn.

"Okay, Dawn! I'm ready."

He did his best not to sound overly eager, worried that it might give off the wrong impression, but Dawn was all smiles when she entered, anyway. She closed the door quietly behind her and locked it for the safety of both herself and her patient, before walking slowly around the table one time, making sure that Jon was in a good position. His body was flat and limp, and her eyes took a long look, perhaps a bit too long over the towel and the lower part of his thighs that were still exposed, making extra sure that nothing would threaten to pop out in the middle of the massage.

"Looks like you certainly are, Jon. Thank you for being such a great patient so far," Dawn replied, her voice reassuring in every single word. She walked over to a small boombox in the corner, something that Jon hadn't seen before, and turned on a little soothing background music, made up almost entirely of instrumentals. "Now, in order to properly help you, I'll need to know what areas have been giving you the most trouble."

Her eyes were twinkling with curiosity as she looked him over, but Jon kept his face down and tried to stay relaxed, finding the music just as soothing to his ears as Dawn's words. "It's mostly been my upper back, but...my neck and thighs have been bothering me recently, as well."

"That sounds about right," Dawn said, showing off her experience as she came and stood next to the table. "Back pain often causes you to walk with poor posture, which, in turn, causes pain to radiate in the neck, and then, you'll subconsciously change your walking stance to try and help, which will cause a pain in your legs, usually around the thighs and knees. Hopefully I can get you by for the next couple weeks and get your body back to working quality," Dawn suggested, as she looked over the specific areas that Jon had mentioned. She could easily see the tension in his upper back, as his lithe figure allowed his muscles to jump up through his fur, making it that much easier for her to pick out the spots that she truly had to focus on. His neck didn't look as bad, but his thighs were certainly frozen up and tensed, confirming everything that Jon had said about himself.

Jon already felt just a little bit better as soft, gentle paws finally came down to rest upon the middle of his back, focusing on the spine. "That's...that's all good to know," Jon admitted, though he wasn't sure what else to say. Just by diagnosing him, it felt like Dawn sucked up all of the conversation, but when her paws came to the problem area of his upper back, he could scarcely form a word, much less a proper sentence.

Dawn widened her eyes for a moment as she hit the tension with her paws, surprised that someone could carry so much stress in their muscles, even after all of her years in the industry. It felt more like she was trying to grind rocks into dust than to simply push muscles back into relaxation, and at first, Jon was gritting his fangs as he felt something akin not to pain, but to an immense pressure in his upper back. "Someone hasn't been giving himself enough downtime," Dawn theorized, as her paws eased up just a little bit, giving Jon a small break from that part of the massage. She was impressed at his musculature, and wanted to keep her paws upon it, but she knew just how difficult it would be to take such treatment without a breather. "I think we just figured out where you carry all of your stress, Jon. It's like your back is cut right out of the side of a mountain!"

"Y-yeah," Jon replied plainly, letting out a deep, gasping breath as Dawn pressed her paws in again. He was doing everything that he could to relax, but it wasn't until he felt small, delicate circles being worked into the center of the mass, as a pair of pawtips swirled within the tense, taut muscles that the tension finally started to disperse, and Dawn smiled brightly as she could literally see the muscles deflating. "It's...it...ooooh. That's...that's heavenly!"

"It's a bit like cleaning a room, Jon. Sometimes it has to get a little bit worse before it gets better," Dawn joked with him, giggling at her own sentiment. She felt her own sense of relief as Jon's back finally properly yielded to her touch, and she had the chance to explore him a bit more thoroughly, working her claws as delicately as she could through the thick, tufted fur upon his back and finding the very lines where his muscles sat. She was impressed at just how thin and gentle his frame could be, and yet, still harbor the kind of muscles that could experience such a tension. She was already getting to know them properly as she moved up, feeling for any tension in the base of his neck, but it was already fading, thanks to the release of the stresses in his upper back.

That left only one other spot to focus on, and it was the one that she was the most worried about, if she were to be honest with herself.

"Sure feels like it's w-working," Jon grunted, unable to keep his voice from stammering as Dawn slipped her paws skillfully over his spine, her digits working in such a way that Jon felt as though the stress were literally being pushed from his body and exiting through his pores. The sensation went from a pressure that started upon his back to a melting sensation through the whole of his form, as if he was melding into the soft, cushy table beneath him.

He was so relaxed that he could scarcely feel Dawn's paws creeping a little lower on his back, down to the edges of the towel...and she had to catch herself. She hadn't even noticed her eyes zeroing in on the towel and narrowing as she reached her destination, or the fact that her pulse was beginning to rise as she went down, inch by inch.

She was suddenly beside herself as she hesitated, but Jon really looked like he was on the verge of simply falling asleep in his relaxation...she was trapped on temptation island, with only herself to blame if something went wrong, from there.

The touch she started with was subtle. It crept just under the edges of the towel, but she kept using a very professional technique, effectively massaging Jon just at the top of his buttocks, still able to feel a little tension there, and thus, she wasn't quite overreaching her bounds, just yet. There was a delightful firmness there, however, one that wasn't caused by stress, but simply by well-toned muscles...one that she found rather to her liking as she continued, knowing that she was creeping further down still, as if she were moving out of control.

"Jon..."

With his face buried and his body almost limp with relaxed delight, Jon could hardly turn his head to reply. "Mnnf...y-yes?"

"I may need to...uhm...lift your towel."

"Huh?"

She had his attention, but he didn't quite understand what was going on. "Just to make sure that I'm a little more thorough. I don't like to leave a customer walking out with any pain, after all."

As far as Jon was concerned, Dawn had already done a simply masterful job, but he wasn't going to protest, if she really knew what she was doing. He nodded slightly, but knowing she wouldn't be able to tell, he let out a slow, uneasy response of "S-sure, Dawn. If you need to."

Some patients only stripped down to their boxers when they went for a massage.

Dawn had been quietly hoping that Jon was of the more adventurous variety, and her prize was revealed, as she slowly, delicately pulled the towel back away from his body...exposing the bare flesh and fur of his rear end.

Now we're getting somewhere, Dawn thought, as professionalism began to slip away from her grasp, replaced by something a little more sinister. She didn't know why she couldn't help herself around the adorable creature, but the further down her paws crept, the less her touch became a massage, and more of an outright grope, until she finally rested her paws upon each of his cheeks and squeezed firmly, delighting in the taut, rounded muscles of his rump in her palms.

When Jon squealed with muffled delight upon the bench, it only made things worse, and the sound faded into a chitter of ecstasy as Dawn moved around to the back of the table. She maintained her grip and squeezed again, drawing a low, happy purr from the otter, who was beginning to think that this wasn't part of the normal treatment for Dawn's patients.

Naturally, he was right, and when he could feel the cheeks of his rump being spread gently apart, he was damn sure that something was up. "D...Dawn? Is that...is that really necessary?"

By this point, however, Dawn was just grinning down at the fruits of her labor. She could sit and watch all day as Jon's backside tensed up in her grip, and each time she felt it tensing, she squeezed again, refusing to let him settle throughout the treatment. "Entirely necessary, I'm afraid. After all, that pain in your thighs could be starting from here..." she explained, her voice fading just slightly as she leaned in closer. Reluctantly, she took leave of one side of his ass and gripped the base of his tail, pushing it off to the side so that she could admire the pucker that rested within. "Just as I thought: it looks awfully tight back here, Jon. I get the feeling this is the source of a lot of your stress...so narrow and taut, it must be very difficult to...penetrate the tension, I'd imagine."

Dawn's wordplay was just a failed attempt at trying to maintain the guise of professionalism, especially when she and Jon both knew that what she was doing was wrong, and well outside of the realm of normal medicine. Being as shy as he was, however, Jon couldn't even try to protest, even as he felt the thumb of her free paw pushing up against the tight, squeezed pucker between his cheeks, but it didn't go straight for penetration. Instead, she simply massaged it there, using the kind of touch that only she could, through her years and years of experience. In a way, it almost didn't feel sexual, as her thumb rotated around the orifice and teased it, using a touch specifically meant to help it open up and relax, rather than just to stimulate the entrance.

"Dawn, y-you...you can't...this is wrong..." Jon suggested, though his words felt every bit as weak as the muscles that voiced them. He'd been lulled into such a state of comfort that he was pliable to suggestions, and even more susceptible to a rather attractive puma coming onto him, especially given how skillful she really was with her paws. His ears flickered back in curiosity as she pulled her thumb away, but that was only so that she could swirl her tongue around it and coat it in a thin layer of her saliva, giving it just enough lubrication to press back down against his asshole, and with a little more rubbing...it finally penetrated him, leaving him a throw a long, muffled moan into the cushions of the table.

That wasn't enough for Dawn, however, who could see another important organ starting to poke out into view. Jon was smart enough to lay flat so that his member wouldn't be smashed, but it was growing from all of the attention, and point back toward Dawn, who giggled at the sight as it filled with warm essence and pointed at her, as if it was begging to be played with. She couldn't deny that request, of course, but first, she was happy to reach down and gently fondle his balls, moving them around within the lightly furred sack and demonstrating more of her professional skills that could be applied to a sexual situation.

Pleasure the likes of which Jon had never known before ran up into his tummy from his groin, and his whole body shuddered as he felt his swollen orbs being so fully tickled and teased, and yet, the touch upon them was so calculated and delicate that he wondered if he was just imagining the whole thing. It was an indescribable sensation, one that left Jon lost for words as Dawn leaned over the back of him, digging her thumb deeper and deeper into his anus and swirling it around within him, tickling and teasing each of his inner walls as she did. "It's okay if you...need to release a little more pressure, Jon," Dawn made a rather blatant offer to him, finally panting just a little bit herself as her wrist grew tired from fingering his ass, but she didn't dare to stop...even when she gripped the base of his cock and felt precum drizzling down into her palm, she didn't slow down, knowing that it wouldn't take much to finish the otter off, anymore.

"Y-yes...o...okay, Dawn," Jon cried back, not knowing just how sexual he could be in such a situation. It was as if his mind was still sold on the concept of this being an innocent massage, even when it long past such a point, and he still felt that there was some kind of a risk in embracing the sexuality of the moment. It became harder and harder to ignore, however, as he felt Dawn's pawtips squeezing and stroking back and forth over his cock, drawing excess precum from the tip and working it right back into his flesh, all while pounding her thumb into his ass with such a depth that he could feel an internal pressure, each time that she dipped it back in. "I t-think I'm gonna..."

"Just do it!" Dawn ordered him, her voice filled with exhilaration as sweat began to bead upon her forehead from her rapid touches. She was used to working slowly and taking her time, finding her work rather easy on herself, but this time, she was exerting everything that she had into her patient, until she finally felt the thick, creamy essence of his cum spilling onto her pawtips and spraying across the sheet, and even as far as the tummy of her top. "Yes...that's the way, Jon! Let all of those stresses out!"

Dawn buried her thumb in as deep as she could reach, and Jon's inner muscles clenched around it as his body released the very last of the tension it had, all in the form of an orgasm that was both soothing and mind-blowing. "Ooooh...ohgod... c-can't...stop it! Fuck! Dawn, I'm...I'm cumming!" he gasped out a long string of panting moans, his voice still the slightest bit apologetic as he felt the veins in his cock tensing up with each passing moment, until his seed sprayed across the table. He couldn't see the way that he'd soaked the sheets, and Dawn's paw, and her arm, and even her top, but she continued stroking all the way through, able to feel his anal walls clenching, and thus, knowing that he still had a little bit left to give. She gripped his manhood tightly and gave a few quick, choppy strokes upon it, squeezing firmly around the tip to milk out the last of his juices, until she finally felt his anus relaxing...and her thumb easily came free.

"Ha...w-well then, Jon..." Dawn panted quietly, glancing down at her top and seeing the white stains all over it, ones that were already sinking and fading into the light blue of her shirt, "I'd say that you're feeling quite a bit better, hm?"

Jon couldn't escape the warmth of his own blush, as his face was still pressed to the cushion, but he gulped, almost too nervous to lean up from the bench. "Y-yeah...I guess so."

Using her cleaner paw, Dawn giggled behind it and stepped forward, patting the otter on the small of his back. "Relax, Jon. I...I don't normally do that with my clients, but you didn't force me to do it. I did it because I wanted to," she admitted, finally getting the otter to look up from the table. "Go ahead and wipe yourself down with the towel, and I'll take care of the rest...and since you're a first time customer, I'll throw in a little discount for keeping you so long. Sound fair?"

Most men would have killed for a happy ending and a discount for getting it, and though the nervous Jon might not be an exception, he wasn't expecting such a treatment. He still wore a bright, friendly smile as he grabbed the towel and nodded, stepping off of the table so that Dawn could clear the messy sheets away. "That's really very kind of you to offer, Dawn. You don't have to do that."

"I'll sleep easier tonight if I do," she said, letting out another nervous chuckle and stepping toward the door, intending to give him a little privacy. "Oh, and Jon? Don't go telling your friends about your special treatment. I want to keep this a secret...and if you do that for me, I can promise that your massages will only get better from here on out."

An offer like that, Jon simply couldn't refuse, and he could see the twinkling amethyst in Dawn's eyes was every bit as honest as her actions. "...I won't tell a soul," Jon offered, still wiping the excess mess away from himself. "Th-thanks again, Dawn. Sincerely."

"Anytime, Jon...I mean it," she said, before closing the door and leaving him to his devices, while smiling to herself and quietly hoping that she'd just made him a customer for life.