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dipped and swayed in response.
    Finally, the pressure that Alice had been applying to her peaked and she cried—her version short and sharp and loud compared to Alice’s almost silent and long one—and slid down to sit, hard, on the floor at Alice’s feet.
    While her body was still working, she threw her hands around Alice, her girlfriend, and Al, her boyfriend, and cried hot tears of pleasure and wonderful discovery.
     
    Some stories really do have happy endings. Al’s comic work continued to do well, receiving both critical and financial success. Jeannine’s store became a hallmark of the neighborhood. Al and Jeannine, and Alice and Jeannine were very happy together—and their whites were whiter, their colors brighter than ever before.

Full Body
     
    SIMON TORRIO
     
    After a long soak in the tub, I’m ready for a hand job. I climb out of the tub, towel off, and pass from the small hot tub area into the massage room. Even though there’s a door between them, the massage room still stinks of chlorine; it also smells vaguely of male sweat and more than a hint of mildew. I stretch out on the massage table with its threadbare sheet, dark blue so the stains won’t show. I pull the second sheet over my hard-on and flip the switch next to the table.
    You come into the massage room a moment later. I look you up and down approvingly. You’re wearing skintight red hot pants, very low cut, top button unbuttoned. Your almost see-through white halter shows off the curves of your large breasts, and the slight peaks of your nipples stretch the fabric. Your long legs are perched on gold high heels. The gold doesn’t quite match your shoulder-length hair, a badly-bleached shade of yellow slightly messed up from the last client—I guess.
    “Hi, I’m April,” you tell me, smiling.
    “Hi, April,” I say, smiling at you as I let my eyes linger over your tits and the top button of your hot pants where the low waist shows off your hips. Your tattoo of stylized green and black ivy hovers around the top of the shorts, accenting the glint of your navel ring. I wonder if I’ll find anything else pierced down below.
    You purse your full, garishly red lips, making them as kissable as possible. “A rubdown is included in the price,” you tell me, businesslike. “But if you’d like me to take off my top, it’s another fifty dollars.”
    “How much for full service?” I ask.
    “We don’t do that here,” you say, as if you’ve fielded the question a thousand times. “For me to take off my shorts, it’s seventy-five, and to see me totally nude it’s a hundred.”
    “And how much is it to fuck you?” I ask.
    “That’s not allowed,” you say. “Would you like me as I am, topless, shorts off, or fully nude?”
    “That depends,” I say. “What are you wearing under those shorts?”
    “Why don’t you pay me the seventy-five, and you can decide if you want the shorts off after you see.”
    “What if I want to fuck you?”
    “I don’t do that,” you say irritably.
    I sigh in disappointment. “The money’s on the table,” I tell you. “That should be enough to let me fuck you.”
    “I told you,” you say. “We don’t do that here.”
    “Oral? I’d love to fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” I tell you, staring hungrily.
    “No, I don’t do that, either.”
    “Then at least give me a hand job,” I smile at you innocently. “That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
    “That’s not allowed either,” you tell me. “But if you’d like to finish yourself, that’s all right.”
    “Take off your clothes,” I tell you.
    You prance over to the tip table, tottering in your tacky high heels. You pick up the wad of money and count the twenty-dollar bills.
    “This is way too much,” you say.
    “I figured that’d be enough if I wanted to fuck you.”
    “I told you, I don’t do that,” you say. “But this’ll get you fully nude. And full body.”
    “Full body?”
    “I’ll climb on top of you,” you