"For the love of GOD, Malachai, would you pick out an outfit foe school?!" Irian loved her son, hell, even lived for him, but her patience with his indecision had reached its end. When was the boy going to realize that they were both on a VERY strict schedule, especially on mornings that she did home visits. Finally, the five year old entered the kitchen, fully dressed and backpack on as Irian did her final check before they headed out the door. Satisfied that she had everything she needed, she headed out the door and to the car after locking her front door behind her.
After she had dropped Malachai off at school, she rushed to her eight- thirty appointment with Mr. Merryweather. He was an elderly gentleman who was home bound, and therefore couldn't go to her clinic for his weekly massages. So, Irian went to him. He was a sweet old man and he tipped well. A hundred dollars in a tip for a massage was more then she thought she deserved, but she wouldn't dare tell the old man no. He would see it as an insult, and that's not the business she was in.
She got back to the clinic around ten a.m. Trisha was happily sitting behind her desk when Irian walked in. "Irian, you have a ten thirty with a man named David. He's a first time client, he says, but he says he knows you."
Not thinking about who David was, Irian told Trisha, "Give him the usual intake forms and all that when he gets here. You did tell him to be fifteen minutes early, right?"
"Of course I did. Are you kidding me? I know my job, Irian." Trisha was trying to hide how insulted she was by Irian's comment. Irian could see it.
"Trisha, I didn't to imply that you don't. I'm really sorry. I've just got a lot on my mind. Did he say he had a preference in lotions or oils?"
"He said something about lavender oil or rose oil. I can't remember which."
Irian nodded. "Ok, I'll have both of them in the room. You know what to do when he gets here. I'm going to head to my office and place the order for new sheets and more oils and ear candling supplies, then probably step out for a quick smoke."
"I'd get the cigarette first, Irian, then place those orders. Calm your nerves, then deal with the stressors."
Irian smiled. "You always do know what to say. Thanks, Trish. I should give you a raise. I don't I pay you enough."
"Since I am the one who handles pay roll around here, how big should it be?"
Irian shook her head and walked off.
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David walked into the clinic and up the front desk. The blond behind the desk smiled at him. "Hi there. Welcome to Body & Soul Massage Therapy Center."
He smiled back. "Hi. I'm David. I have a ten- thirty with Irian."
"Well, you're right on time, David. Fifteen minutes early is optimal for a first time massage without clinic. It gives you time to fill out all of the paperwork and read the brochure." She handed him a gray folder with some paperwork in it and a pamphlet that had the name of the clinic and Irian's smiling face on the front. She was very pretty in that picture. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and must have hit her right about her shoulder blades. It looked recent, but he wasn't the best judge of how old the picture was. He didn't know her that well. He took the folder and pamphlet and took a seat in the nice relaxing lounge she had set up there. About fifteen minutes later, Irian emerged from the back. He was studying the pamphlet that the receptionist had given him.
"I gave you my answer last night, David", Irian said when she spotted him.
He looked up at her, confusion written on his face. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm here for a massage."
"Oh, so you're my ten- thirty?" He nodded. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were the David that I was seeing today at ten thirty. I sincerely apologize."
"Not a problem. We all make mistakes."
She walked over to where he was sitting and went through her intake procedures with him. He wasn't on any medication, didn't do any heavy drugs or drink within at least twelve hours of his appointment, hadn't had any recent surgeries, was having trouble with his shoulders and also wanted a little glute work done. He said that his ass muscles were a little tight. Irian had to bite her tongue so as not to reply to his comment or laugh at it.
Once the intake was done, she led him back to her room and instructed him as she instructed every client. She asked him to get under the top sheet and the blanket on the table, face up, after undressing to his comfort level, then left the room so that he could undress. A few moments later, she knocked on the door and asked if he was ready. When he responded that he was, she walked in to the room, place the "In session" on the door, and began his hour.
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