Moreau College, proclaimed the sign over the enterance to the office building. However, it was the sandwich board sign in front that was captivating your attention. "School of Reflexology and Massage Needs Subjects for Our Students, FREE MASSAGE," said the sign. Your shoulders do feel a bit sore after helping your girlfriend move yesterday, so you trot up the steps and follow the paper signs to the Massage School lobby.
A pretty young student hands you some paperwork to complete, and then shows you to a room with a table and a locker. She hands you a towel and tells you to put your clothes--all your clothes in the locker, and to get on the table and a student will be with you shortly. You comply. As you lay there on your belly, you start to get hard. Will it be the cute petite brunette, the tall willowy blonde you saw in the lobby or someone else?
The door opens, and closes. Before you can turn strong hands firmly grip your shoulders.
"Ah, that feels good," you sigh. You open your eyes and look through the hole in the table you see two very large and very hairy sandaled feet. Visions of "Helga" the masseuse from the 50's comedies, looking like a Soviet woman tank commander. But the strong hands feel good on your muscles, as does the hot oil that the strong hands are now rubbing in.
A deep voice says, "You've got good skin, lots of potential."
"Huh?"
"Oh, I'm you're masseur Bruno, and I was just saying, nevermind. Just relax and enjoy."
Bruno? You're already tensing up and his hands are drifting lower, but it feels so good? You turn your head to see Bruno. He's a giant of a man, but he's butt ugly. He's really hairy with a squashed looking face like he'd been in an accident. Most scarily, he's dressed only in a bright red speedo, and sandals. And the bulge in his speedo suggests he really enjoys giving you a rub down. You try to get your own erection to subside, but if anything its getting harder.