The hot oil he dribbled onto her already hard nipples caused her to instinctively arch her back in pleasure.
David cringed, disgusted.
It was a job, but a paycheck didn't make it any easier to handle when a "client" took such pleasure in his work.
The Jasmine Absolute had been warmed over the flame of a candle a little too long, but he was behind schedule, so it would have to do. He hadn't expected such a reaction to oil intended to calm.
Even though he was almost finished the current session he wondered how he would get through the last of it.
When David had moved to Hollywood two years earlier to pursue an acting career, he hadn't envisioned anything even approximating where he now found himself.
Sure, he'd expected that being a waiter would be required until he began landing acting roles. But when he found that all of the decent service jobs were taken by other, better, out of work actors, he had to return to the very job he'd held during high school in Michigan; however this time he was twenty two and in Beverly Hills.
His client lay on her side now, and as David massaged the oil first onto her stomach and then her nipples she began to groan a guttural, almost demonic sounding groan.
"What's the matter?" he asked, lifting his hands from her for a moment.
Her head turned and stared calmly into his eyes, seeming to beckon him to continue.
David placed his hands on her again, but instead of another groan she growled, showed her teeth, and snapped at his hand before he could react.
He pinched his skin and saw blood gather on the surface in a tiny eruption. It was the fifth bite of the week, and suddenly it was five too many.
He walked her out of the room and handed her leash to the owner of the Beverly Hills Pet Boutique, a short, chubby man, impeccably dressed in the latest spring line.
"I quit," he said to the stunned owner before walking out the door towards home.
