Baxter, with his back to the doctor gladly removed the gown, feeling much more comfortable in a towel.
"Alright then, just lay down right here and someone will be in momentarily to give you the massage."
Baxter complied and laid face-down on the massage table thinking about the $25,000 check he'd soon be cashing. Baxter relaxed to the sound of background music in the room and was not at all expecting what happened next.
Someone came in wearing what looked like one of those CDC suits that prevent contamination. Baxter, frightened, jumped off the table and darted into the corner, his towel falling off in the process.
"Who the fuck are you?" Baxter screamed, trying to cover his genitals with both hands.
"Relax, Baxter, my name is Sherri and I'm here to give you your massage."
Baxter gave her a sideways glance, wondering why she would be dressed like that, and then picked the towel off the floor and laid back down on the massage table.
Needless to say, the massage was a little uncomfortable as it seemed like Baxter was in some weird alien abduction scene. It was not the best massage he ever had. Sherri put loads of the cream all over Baxter's body, covering him from head to toe. She even removed his towel and put ample amounts of the cream in both Baxter's ass and all over his dick and balls. He couldn't help but be hard when she did this and it proved to be the only stimulating part of the massage/ After all, who gets a kick out of a rubber gloved massage?
When Sherri was finished, Baxter had been flipped over, denuded and covered in cream. He looked like he was covered in whipped cream. If the massage wasn't stimulating, the cream gave him a good tingling sensation.