Your Story Is Your Soul Chapter 2

Your Story Is Your Soul
Chapter Two
You’re The Boss

I felt proud of myself as I walked outside the dressing room and onto the main
room of the club. Jack ducked a few times and squirmed plenty but in the end I
finally did rassle that skinny boy down and got my way with him.

I really didn’t feel it would take that long to have him wrapped around my little
finger, and at that time he would happily do whatever I asked him to do.

I looked around this large place but Jack was nowhere in sight. Two stages down a
rock band was playing and a large group of people were cheering them on and
dancing to the music.
I looked over at the bar that Pop was tending but he wasn’t there on this occasion
as a young woman was now performing the bartending duties.
My anger began to kindle as I was realizing that I had been stood up by Jack.

“You’re strong, where do you work out?” I heard a man ask.
I looked over my left shoulder and noticed that a large woman had a man pinned
to the wall. The two of them were having a petting party and making out like
there was no tomorrow.
“The Island,” she said, “down on First Street.”

I again looked over at the crowd of people dancing and enjoying the music of the
band on stage. My, these people love to dance.
Looking beyond the crowd I searched for Jack but he was nowhere to be seen. I
could feel my face beginning to become flush as my dander began to rise.

If he wanted to play this game then I was all in. I’ll knock Jack bowlegged, better
yet I’ll just run his scrawny body through a knothole in the fence if he thinks he
can treat me this way.

“You have sexy wide hips, how big are they?” The man asked the woman.
Once again I glanced at the two lovers and the man’s hands were all over her like
white on cotton.
She gulped for air, “forty-two inches.”
They were groping one another hot and heavy and I was tempted to tell them to
get a room.
“Nice!” He told her as his hands freely explored her back side.
She had her knee between his legs and again she came up for air, “what do you
have in your pants?”
His hands caressed her curvaceous body and nearly out of breath he said, “A
rolled up sock.”  
She giggled, “but it’s hard, no really, what is it?”
“Forget about it.” The man gasped, “Let me try counting your teeth with my
tongue.”

I glanced around hoping to spot some air-sick bags, or at the very least a bucket.
At this point I was more than ready to move on without Jack as I no longer could
stand being around these two passion crazed lovers any longer.

The woman giggled, “Oh Jack.”
“Jack?” I said loudly, “Is that you?”

Jack sheepishly peaked over the woman’s shoulder and noticed Cindy.
“Who’s that?” the woman said with a tone of jealousy.
“That’s Cindy,” Jack answered, “she volunteered for the midnight run tonight.”
“She did?” The woman said sounding impressed.
“That’s right.” Jack said proudly and the two of them began to untangle from one
another.
Jack asked her, “Hold the ladder for me tonight?”
“No can do, I have a big date tonight.”
She gave him one last kiss, “thanks for the warm up Jack.”
She then walked over to the crowd of people that were dancing.

Jack gazed at the sizeable woman as she sauntered away.
Cindy asked, “Is that your girlfriend?”
“No, she’s Bob’s sister,” he said. “She’s got some great breeder hips, don’t you
think?”
“Is that what you’re looking for in a woman?”
“Among other things.” Jack answered. “I need a wife that can give me a lot of
children. How many kids did your mother have?”
“Mamma had four.”  
“That’s pretty good,” he said, “I’m looking for at least six. More if possible.”
“Obviously you like children.”  
“Yeah I do,” Jack said studying Cindy’s hips, “I want a bunch of little Jacks and
Jills. I need a big family.”
Cindy noticed Jack staring at her, “My hips are forty-three inches.”
“Really?” Jack stood back and reexamined Cindy. “Oh yeah, now I see it. Your
upper body is so generous that it makes your hips look a lot slimmer than they
really are.”
Cindy stroked her curvy hips.

“You’re very womanly,” Jack panted. “Do you like children?”
“Yes I do,” she told him, “They’re right up there with puppies and kittens.”
“Cool,” Jack said eyeing her in an affectionate way, “this might be my lucky day.”
Cindy crossed her arms, “Jack you have lipstick on your face.”
“Damn.” He said wiping his face with his hands. “Did I get it?”
“No,” she said, “you have it All over your face.”
“I’ll be right back.” Jack said as he walked down the hallway.

I stood there waiting for Jack and that clumsy square-headed fella, the one Jack
called Cornbread walked by me. I was surprised to see him still in one piece
bearing in mind all that supperware of Pop’s he had destroyed.
He strolled by and scratched his woodenhead as if he was lost in the woods.
Bless his heart.  
He took a few more steps and then he turned about and stood before me.

“Ah…Cindy? Is that your…name?” Freddie asked. “I saw you…talking to Pop and
Jack.”
“Yes, that’s my name.”
“Have you…seen Jack?” He asked
Cindy pointed down the hallway and said, “He’s cleaning up.”
“Okay…thanks.” He said to her and wandered off with his head still in the clouds.

Less than a minute later Jack came back from the restroom. He was walking with
a young woman and he had his arm around her shoulder and she had her arm
around his waist.

Jack told the girl, “and the man said, you do that lady. Here, let me help you, I’ll
hold your monkey for you.”
He and the woman busted up laughing.
She laughed, “That’s a good one!”
Then they embraced one another and enjoyed a long kiss.
Jack asked her, “Hold the ladder for me tonight?”
“Sorry not tonight hun. Got me a hot date! See ya Jack.”
She then walked over to crowd of people dancing.

Jack gawked at the substantial woman as she sauntered away.
Cindy again asked, “Is she your girlfriend?”
“No, she’s Bob’s sister.” He answered.
Getting irritated Cindy asked, “How many sisters does this Bob have?”
“A lot!” Jack smiled, “and they’re all very friendly, if you know what I mean.”
She rolled her eyes, “oh brother.”
“Best part is,” smiling Jack said, “is that they’re all blooming right now. It’s a great
season.”

Needing to get Jack on the right track I adjusted my blouse, and placed my hands
on my hips. Then I puffed out my well-built breasts and only did a half flex of my
pecs, as I didn’t want to rip the fabric of this lovely blouse I was wearing.

Cindy asked with a seductive air of superiority, “Well, how do I look?”

Jack looked, gulped, and considered her.
Cindy’s five minutes had turned into thirty minutes but now when he really
looked at the tall built beauty, he decided the delay was definitely worth the wait.
She fixed herself up in a dark red dress that came down just above her knees. Her
light red blouse covered up her deal-breaker arms but greatly exposed her
massive and eye-popping chest.
She was wearing classic black three-inch heels and a gold anklet on her left ankle.
Again she wore dainty gloves but this time they were rosy red in color.

Her face was delicate with high exotic cheekbones with full wide lips, a small
sweet nose and those perfect white even teeth. Her ultra-feminine face was a
wonderful contrast to her unbelievable well-muscled body Jack thought.
Covering up her deal-breakers she looked like a regular ordinary smoking hot
supermodel. The woman in red was a true traffic stopper he said to himself.

Jack had a great grin on his face, “You look like Superwoman all dressed up!”
“What?” Cindy said bewildered at his comment.
“You’re perfect!” Jack shined. “Physically, that is.”
“Well thank you.” Cindy smiled confidently.
Then she stared at him skeptically, “Wait, are you saying that I have some sort of
mental or emotional failing?”
“I can’t judge those attributes, I don’t know you yet.”  
“Fair enough.”  She nodded her head.

Cindy towered over Jack and he gazing up at her said, “I don’t usually like looking
up at people, but with you it doesn’t bother me.”
“Then you must be a big fan of vertically challenged people.” She told him.
“I guess so,” he laughed, “I never thought of it that way.”

Then Cindy looking into his eyes suspiciously asked, “Your demeanor has changed. Have you been smoking?”
“Well yeah,” he smiled, “while I was waiting for you. It’s been a long tough week.
You know, working for the weekend.”
“Loverboy.” Cindy said, and with a somewhat edgy face added, “I hope you saved
some for me.”  
“Chill out,” Jack said, “I got you covered.”
Jack stepped over to her and held out his arm, “let’s go to my office and indulge.”

I took a hold of his arm and we began walking. Jack with the moves of a magician
quickly maneuvered his hands and now he had a hold of my arm.
He stroked and felt my upper limb like it was some sort of priceless jewel. It was
like he was copping a feel but I guess I really didn’t mind.
His touch was genuine and when he told me, “you got great arms, they’re very
sexy” he made me feel better after hearing that “deal-breaker” bullcrap from that
old goat Pop.

Jack and Cindy walked down the hallway and suddenly Jack stopped.
“Feel that?” He asked. “A cold spot.”
“No I don’t.” Cindy answered. Then she said, “Maybe it’s the air conditioner.”
He pointed his arm, “no, the vents are way down there.”
She shivered, “Well perhaps it’s-“
Jack interrupted her and softly said,
“Soulless spirit from the deep dark hole, leave us alone, don’t hurt our souls.”

Cindy getting peeved asked curtly, “What is that, voodoo?”
Jack jumped, “Look!” He pointed this arm shouting, “See that!”
Cindy jumped. “No I don’t!” She lied and closed her eyes tight.
She drew closer to Jack, opened her eyes and gasped.
He comforted Cindy by putting his arm around her waist. He said, “Don’t worry,
I’m right here.”
Seconds later Jack said, “It’s okay. It’s gone. Wow, that’s the third time this
month.”
“What was that?” She asked.
“Don’t know,” answered Jack, “but ever since that last blood red moon there’s a
lot of strange things happening.”

I being imprisoned didn’t see no bloody moon as he said, but I certainly was
unnerved at what we both had seen.
We continued our walk down the hallway. I decided to put to bed what had just
happened believing it to be some sort of natural phenomenon like a green sprite
or Saint Elmo’s fire or something like that.

Jack unlocked his office door and the couple walked into his place of work.
Cindy asked, “Is this where you cook the books Jack?”
“No,” he smiled, “we have accountants to do that. I deal mostly with the staff.”

His office was modest in size and decorated in modern Japanese style. The dark
hardwood floor and the oriental rugs made his office look very professional.
I noticed two guitars, one acoustic and one electric on either side of his desk, and
to the right there was a small wet bar.


Taking off his boots he said, “You can leave your shoes here.”
“Japanese custom Jack?” She asked.
“Yeah,” he said, “something I picked up in my travels.”

Cindy took off her heels and she noticed Jack move her shoes and pointed them
away from the doorway.
He walked over to a dresser and pulled out some slippers that were wrapped in a
clear plastic bag.
She asked, “Have you been to Japan?”
“Yeah,” he said, “with the twins. It’s a cool place, the Japanese work hard and play
hard. And they sure know how to party.”

He broke open the bag and got down on one knee. “Here let me put them on.”
He took a hold of her ankle and placed the slippers on her feet saying, “You really
have sexy legs,” Jack slobbered, “so long and shapely.”
“Thank you sir,” Cindy grinned with growing confidence.
“Good, the slippers fit,” he said. He stood up and looked into her eyes smiling,
“men’s size thirteen. I’ll try to remember that.”
“You do that!” She snapped at him feeling a little embarrassed on account of her
large feet.

Jack silently laughed to himself walked over to the window, and drew the curtains
open.
Opening the window he explained, “This office is always a bit stuffy.”
Cindy quickly composed herself and asked, “Who are the twins?”
“Friends,” he said, “you’ll meet them tonight.”
Standing back from the window Jack said, “Check out this beautiful view. “ Then
he laughed, “Of the parking lot.”

Cindy quickly walked over, and stared out the window. She drew a deep lungful of
air and it immediately helped her.  
Jack walked over to his desk and flipped on his computer, “would you like
something to drink?”
Cindy wanted bourbon but she needed to keep a straight head at this time so she
said, “wine will do.”
Jack stepped over to the small wet bar and asked, “Did you like that wine that Pop
served you?”
“Yes, it’s fine.”
He asked, “On a scale from one to ten, ten being best, how would you rate the
wine?”
“Mmm, about a six, maybe six and a half.”

Jack pulled out his phone and typed into it saying, “thank you. I take surveys all
the time. I’ll add your name to my list of people. That way I can get your opinions
on different things.”

Cindy was still standing at the window enjoying the night air and Jack handed her
a drink and placed an ashtray on the window sill.
He said, “That’s sake, Japanese rice wine. It’s really more like beer but with a
higher alcohol content. I hope you like it.”
Cindy took a sip, and then a gulp, “Yes, I like it, it’s refreshing.”
Jack then pulled out a pack of cigarettes and remove a joint and placed it on a
clip. Lighting it he puffed on it a couple of times and said, “That’s all I need.
Enjoy.”

He sat down at his desk and said, “Let’s fill out this employment form while we’re
here.”
“All right,” Cindy said as she smoked and enjoyed the sake.

They went through the usually information and then he asked, “Where were you
living before you were incarcerated?”
“Atlanta.”
“Are you a Georgia peach? I mean were you born and raised in the great state of
Georgia?”
She looked at him as he smiled at her and waited for her answer. “Yes,” she told
him, “I was born and raised in Augusta.”
“Really? Cool.” He said. “Have you played at the golf course?”
“I’m been there a couple times, and no I don’t play golf.”
“I’ll teach you.” He smiled at her, “it’s a great game. With your upper body
strength you’ll really be able to pound the ball far.”

She smiled at him, and was amused at what he said about her. About this time
the buzz that Cindy wanted so much began to kick in.

He then said, “I need the names and address of your next of kin.”
She giggled, “Why do you need that?”  
“In case of illness or accident.” He told her.
She gave him the address and then he asked, “Is this your parents address? What
are their names?”
“Yes it is.” She again giggled, “And their names are John and Peggy.”
“Perfect,” he said. “and their phone number please.”
She snickered, gave him the phone number and continued to smoke the joint and
cool her throat with the rice wine.

He continued to work on the computer and in seconds he said, “They live on a
farm. A big farm!”
Cindy felt uncomfortable and took a large gulp of wine.
“Now I’m envious.” He told her is a serious tone of voice.
Cindy felt embarrassed and she stared at him. She stepped forward and looked
over his shoulder. He couldn’t take his eyes off the satellite photo of the family’s
farm.
He said, “You have two, no three fishing ponds, and four creeks that run through
your land.” Jack looked at Cindy, “I’m really jealous.”

I couldn’t believe it. He had found me out, and it took him less than an hour from
the time we met. Now he knew I was just a farm girl from the sticks of Southern
Georgia. I felt humiliated, and ashamed as this city slicker of a boy now knew my
personal history.

“This is really cool.” Jack told her.
“What? What are you talking about?” Cindy asked red in the face.
He looked up at her saying, “I got into gardening not too long ago. I really love it.
Now I’m not comparing your family’s huge farm to what we do in the back and
front yards, but wow, I sure would like to be in your family’s shoes.”

Perhaps I was paranoid from the weed, he must be teasing me I told myself.

He asked, “Did you like it? I mean, did you love being raised on a farm?”
“Yes, I suppose.” Cindy said awkwardly.
“Well I know I’d love to be raised on a farm.” He said authentically.

For a moment there I felt this city boy was going to make fun of this country girl,
but Jack was sincere in what he said and I could feel that he was truly envious of
the old family farm.

“Your other siblings, are they Sisters? Brothers?” He asked.
“Three brothers,” I told him.
“Older, younger, what?”
“All older.”
He turned to her smiling, “You’re the baby!”
She gave him a half smile and took another hit.
He walked over to her and drooled, “And what a baby!”

Taking a hold of her arm with both hands he said, “Now I know how you got the
base of your super body.”
“Pardon me?” She asked bemused.
“All that hard work that you did on the farm. It gave you a solid foundation to
grow your super physique.”
She said, “I suppose,” Then she flexed her biceps for him as a reward for being
kind to her.

Jack gladly felt her muscular arm saying, “You have got to tell me your story.”
“My story?”
“Yes,” he said, “and start from the beginning, please.”
“Well, I…”
Jack began rubbing her shoulder, “You’re tight, you need to loosen up. Did you fly
in today?”
“Yes I did, and I came directly here from the airport.”
“Oh that’s a long day,” he said. “I’ll bet you’re all dried out too. That conditioned
air in the plane can really dry up the skin.”
“I’m fine Jack, really.”

“Oh. A thousand pardons,” he said pulling her towards a chair in front of his desk.
“Would you like to sit down?”
“Thank you Jack, I would.”

He took the clip away from me and placed it in the ashtray. Then led me to the
chair in front of his desk. Sitting me down, he quickly stepped behind me and
began massaging my shoulders. I had to admit, it felt good.

Jack enjoyed rubbing her shoulders, thick, broad, and no doubt strong.
A minute later he said, “Hey! I got some special oil that I bought in Japan.”

Going to his desk he dug through a drawer and pulled out a highly embellished
bottle. He twisted the cap off and then held the bottle near Cindy’s nose saying,
“smell this!”
She took a small sniff, and then a much greater one. “What is that?”
“I’m not sure,” said Jack, “but it smells like heaven, doesn’t it?”
“It most surely does.” Cindy agreed with him.
“It cost a pretty penny, believe me,” Jack declared. “Not only does it smell great,
but it’s an excellent moisturizer too.”
He handed her the bottle saying, “Here, let’s put some on your upper body, and
then we’ll do your legs.”
“Oh no Jack, that won’t be necessary,” She told him.
“What?” Don’t be silly,” he said, with a sour face.
Then he smiled, “It’s my pleasure.”

“Allow me take your drink for a minute,” and he placed her glass on his desk.
Then he flipped around the computer so she could see the screen. He asked, “Is
that the barn?”
It took Cindy a moment to gain her bearings as she looked at this satellite view of
the farm. “Yes, it is,” she smiled, “and the house is just west of it.”
He said, “I hope this doesn’t make you homesick.”
“A little,” Cindy lied to him, as she was very homesick.

Jack moved behind her again and said, “Lean forward please.”
“What for?”
“So I can slip off your blouse.” He said.

I sighed, they instructed me not to play coy with him, but there was something
inside my stubborn mind that just didn’t want him to have his way with me.
And for goodness sakes we just met less than an hour ago, and he was already
trying to get my clothes off of me.

“No Jack please.”
“Well you said you wanted to get better acquainted,” Jack smiled, “no better time
than the present I always say.”

Damn it! I cursed myself. It did appear that I had just stepped into a rather large
cow pie. He called my buff, and I realized that there was nothing I could do about
it.
Besides that there were plenty of women just outside that door that were more
than willing to give Jack all the female affection that he wanted tonight.
I again smelled the bottle of oil. The aroma was out of this world. Reluctantly I
moved forward and permitted Jack to remove my blouse.

Jack salivated over Cindy as he hung her blouse on his chair.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Jack said gloating with his victory.

I puffed out my chest for him and watched with glee as he eyes widened. I had to
show him who the boss was in our newly formed relationship.

“Shall we take off your bra?” Jack asked sweetly.
Cindy’s stubbornness kicked in again, “Let’s take it slow Jack.”
He took her nearly empty glass of sake and walked over to the wet bar saying,
“not too slow, I have a lot of fish to fry.”
“Like fast women do you Jack?”
At the bar he began to rinse out her glass, “sure,” he said.
Then he threw her a wink, “fast cars too.”

Jack filled up her glass again and soaked a towel with water in the sink. He
delivered the drink to her asking, “How would you rate that rice wine?”
She said, “I’d give it a solid seven.”
“Cool.” Jack said, and punched the number into his phone.

Cindy took a sip of the new drink, “this one is stronger, and it’s good.”
“It’s Habushu, it’s made in Okinawa, Japan.” Jack explained, “Other names for it
are Habu Sake or Okinawan Snake Wine.”
“Made from snakes, is it?” Laughed Cindy.
“Sort of,” Jack said walking back to the bar. Holding up a large glass bottle that
had a viper in it. He walked back to Cindy and showed her the elixir.

Cindy snarled, “Is that what I’m drinking?”
“Well no,” Jack chuckled, “they take the snake out and filter it of course, after the
fermenting process.”
Cindy gave him a tart stare.
Jack smiled, “it’s good don’t you think? It gives you sexual strength.”
“Is that what I need Jack?” Cindy asked with anger.
Jack laughed, “How should I know? I guess we could go for it later tonight if you
like, then I’ll know.”
“How about I stuff you down a gopher hole later tonight.” Cindy said and took
another sip of her drink.
“Good one.” Jack laughed, “And I’ll bet you could.”

Walking back to his desk to put the large jar away saying, “Ah, thanks again Cindy,
for volunteering to ride with me tonight. I really appreciate it.”
She smiled and gave him his own words back, “it’s my pleasure.”
Jack came back over to her, “Don’t know why, but it’s getting tougher and
tougher to find co-drivers.”
He touched Cindy’s shoulder with his warm hand, “there’s something about you
though. I can’t put my finger on it, maybe it’s that country girl in you, but I think
you’ll work out all right.”

I liked the fact that he had faith in me. As a recompense I tightened my shoulder
which made my right boob flex, “I’m glad you feel that way Jack.”

It was a joy to toy with Jack as his jaw dropped and his eyes grew large at the
sight of my beauty.  I could see that his hand wanted to touch me in a sensual way
but the poor man managed to control himself.
Not getting what he wanted to do he stepped behind me and with his strong
hands massaged my shoulders and neck.

Jack said, “You need to loosen up, you’re too tight. Were you born on the farm?”
“Pardon me?” Cindy purred as he caressed her.
“Your story,” he said, “let’s start at the beginning. Were you born on the farm?”
“Yes. We all were.” She said in a soft voice.
“Did she have a doctor present?”
“Mamma had a midwife.” She said in a joyful moan.
“Darn bra straps,” Jack complained and stopped the massage, “they’re in the
way.”
“Don’t stop,” Cindy ordered him. He then continued the rubdown.

“Listen Cindy, this is the way I see it, and if you think I’m wrong please tell me.
You were in prison for two years and-”
She interrupted, “a little over two years.”
“Okay, fine. Before that you were dealing with the cops the district attorney and
all that crap. What I’m saying is that you have had a pretty rough season.”

She nodded her head because this hands were nearly putting her to sleep.
He continued, “But now your circumstances have changed, and for the better.”
“Thank god for that.” She said a delightful drowsy daze.

“Cindy, this is my vision for you. You need to be pampered, and get some rest and
relaxation. Not that you won’t work, you have to do something to keep your
parole officer at bay, but what you need is good old fashion t.l.c. do you know
what I mean?”
“Yes,” she said, and the tender loving care she was getting now was an excellent
start.
He took the towel and said, “I’m going to wet you down before I apply the oil.”
“Oh, that’s very sweet of you.” Cindy said in a dreamy daze.
“Too bad about the bra straps, they’re going to get wet.” Jack grumbled.
“For goodness sakes! Undo me then!” She snapped tired of his complaining.
“Now we’re moving forward,” Jack smiled.

She was still drinking so she used the other hand to hold the bra-cups close to her
breasts.
Jack said, “I’d like to spread this oil over your entire body. The bottle would be
spent, but it would be well worth it, what do you say?”

The warm wet and ultra-soft towel felt good, and Jack took special care as he
wiped me off slowly and smoothly. Of course I liked what Jack said to me. Some
tender care is actually what I needed, and I deserved it.
Jack continued to wipe me off and he massaged me with his other hand. I’ll say
one thing about this skinny scarecrow of a man he sure could make me feel
special and-

“Oh, no!” Jack said, “The water is running down to your skirt.”
Cindy’s relaxing trance was broken and she shouted, “Well wipe it up!”
“I’m trying.” He said in exasperation, “but you have to stand up.”
Cindy groaned at the thought of standing up, but she did it anyway.
“This isn’t working!” Jack said as he dried her off.
He then walked over to the left of Cindy saying, “Why don’t you get undressed
and lay down on this massage table. It will be much more comfortable for you and
I can do the job right.”

I cursed myself again. In less than an hour after meeting Jack he was going to get
all of my clothes off of me.
I suppose I had at least of couple of reasons to get naked in front of this man. One
was his wonderful hands caressing my body, and the another reason was that I
couldn’t wait to get that perfumed oil kneaded onto my figure.

Standing in front of the table, Jack told Cindy, “Hop aboard princess.”
“Oh what the hell.” She said and walked to the table.

Jack rolled out a large towel on top of the table and then placed a folded towel on
top of it.
He turned his back to her and pulled the chair over so she could place her clothes
on it.
As Cindy was undressing Jack said, “Listen Cindy, you don’t have to be a rocket
scientist to figure out that you’ve been pumping the iron really hard. It’s like
you’re four weeks away some a body building contest.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” she told him.
“No you’re right, and you can be in this shape but only for a time,” he said. “All
I’m saying in that you’ve been overtraining, and now it’s time to recover, that’s
all.”
“I see,” Cindy said, and managed to lay down on the table and she placed the
extra towel over her buttock.

Jack turned to her and his hands took a hold of her inner shoulder, “I’ll bet you’re
sore, right here. Am I right?”
It was tender and she answered, “Yes.”
His hands felt good as he rubbed on that sore area. “You just need some time to
rest and put on some womanly round.”
“Pardon me?” She asked, “How much weight?”
“I say…at least seven percent of your body weight.”
Then he shook his head, “No,
more like fifteen. Yeah that’s it, the fifteen percent plan.”

I did the calculations in my head. What? That would be over thirty pounds!
Cindy chuckled, “If I put on that much weight I’d burst out of my clothes.”
Jack laughed, “Now that would be a real crowd pleaser!”
He stared at her. “Wait a minute, I wonder if that would work. On stage that is.”

I ignored his silly question and looked up at the wall that was above the table. I
saw five diplomas or some sort of certificates all in Asian style picture frames. One
of them I noticed was written in…I'm guessing Japanese.
Now I didn’t know if they were just matchbook cover degrees or what. All I knew
was that his hands felt good and he seemed to know what he was doing and more
important than that, he seemed to know what I needed.

Jack came back down to earth and let the fantasy of Cindy bursting out of her
clothes go saying, “I’ll bet you’re hungry. I got some fried chicken in the
refrigerator. I’ll get it for you.”

He walked back over the bar and said, “I had a working lunch here today.
Unfortunately I worked and didn’t eat the chicken, didn’t even touch it. It’s really
good, want me to heat it up for you?”
“No,” Cindy told him, “I like cold chicken, bring it over.”
“I’ve got some dips here too,” Jack said, “if you would be so kind, could you rate
them for me?”
“Yes, I can do that,” She said. “Hurry up!”
“You know Cindy, there’s two restaurants here at the club.” Jack explained, “The
employees get a good discount. The food is really good too. Plenty of meat.”  

Cindy licked her lips when she heard that.
He said, “I’ll bet the food was bad in stir.”
“Yes, and there wasn’t that much of it!” She told him in a frustrated voice.
“Well things are going to be different from now on Cindy, you’ll see.”

Jack walked back to her holding two plates and then laid them down on a small
table at the head end of the massage table.

“Nothing but breasts and thighs.” Jack said looking at the fried chicken. Looking
up at the delicious Cindy he licked his chops, “Bon Appetite.”

Propping myself up onto my elbows I quickly snatched up one to the breasts of
chicken and sank my teeth into it. This was the first time in over two years that I’d
had fried chicken and I wasn’t going to be genteel in eating it.

“You will have to forgive me.” Jack said walking over to his desk to retrieve the
bottle of oil. “My humble office isn’t like those high class beauty salons in Atlanta,
which I’m sure you visited all the time. But let me assure you Cindy, I always do
my best.”
“This place is fine Jack,” Cindy said savoring her food and knowing full well she
didn’t ever visit those high class beauty salons in Atlanta.

Coming back with the oil Jack dug out a small hose from a cabinet underneath the
table turned it on and began spraying Cindy down with warm water.
Jack asked, “Is the water temperature all right? I can make it hotter or colder if
you like.”
“It’s fine,” mumbled Cindy chewing on her fried chicken.

Jack sprayed her off and stroked her body with his other hand.  Seeing Cindy for
the first time without her gloves Jack said, “You have pretty hands. Do you always
wear gloves?”
“Yes,” she chewed, “they make me look more ladylike.”
“I see,” said Jack, “yeah they do make you look sophisticated.” He added, “You’re
only wearing a small towel on your rear end, and you look all woman to me.”
“Well thank you Jack,” she chomped and smiled.

“Oh,” said Jack, “found a blackhead.”
“Get rid of it!” Cindy ordered.
“Okay, hold still.” He said. “Here’s another one.”

Oh my. His hands gave me an occasional jolt, my body tingled when he caressed me
in certain spots. Jack’s magical hands preening me felt good, so was the chicken.
No doubt about it, I can get use to this.

“Now I got to tell you Cindy, I’m a certified personal trainer, but since you’re such
a beautiful and strong athlete, I think we have to get you the best trainer
possible.”
“Who would that be?” Cindy munched.
“The number one trainer around here is Tom. He just happens to be in town for a
while. You’ll love him.”

She dipped a piece of chicken into the barbeque dip, “Do you feel he would go
with the recovery and weight gain plan?”
“Yes of course… but…” Jack paused.
“But what?” She chomped.
Continuing he said, “The only thing different is that he would go with a seven
percent plan. He likes his students to be on the lean side.”

“Well,” Cindy chewed on her chicken, “I might be jumping the gun here.”
Jack stroked her muscular thighs, “Yes?”
“But I much prefer the fifteen percent plan.” She told him.
“Really? Interesting.” Jack contemplated. “Well it’s your decision.”

“That’s right. It is my decision.” Cindy dipped a chunk of chicken into the ranch
sauce. “I want you to be my trainer and I want the fifteen percent plan. That sir, is
the final word on that.”
“Yes ma’am,” Jack said, “you’re the boss.”