Alejandro Vargas | massage

You knew Alejandro Vargas. Of course you did. He was a regular customer at that Spa. You also knew what he did, what he did for a living, his tastes... How he liked to be touched.

On the back, of course.

It was normal to receive people like him in that place, after all, the stress was so much that they resorted to places like that.

Alejandro turned to you.

No one else, if you weren't there, would simply not get a massage, maybe a hot bath in total solitude and an appointment would be scheduled for when you got back.

Right now, you were going through a similar situation. You had returned from a week's vacation, and you ran into a date with the man, that same afternoon.

"A little higher up, darling."

Alejandro asks. His nakedness covered by a towel tied around his waist, face down and enjoying the massages of a professional like you.

His back was broad, scarred and flecked with moles, but most importantly, filled with stress.

And of course you were going to help him.