and the massage table looked inviting. Positioned above the table were long wooden bars.
âOh, Alex is my special friend.â She laughed like a giddy schoolgirl. âIf he sent you to me, then I have to treat you extra special.â
âNo you donât,â Travis assured her. He didnât know what kind of freaky shit she and Alex had done, but whatever it was, he wanted no part of it.
âGet undressed and lay down on your stomach. Drape a towel around your waist. Iâll come back in a few minutes and then weâll start.â
Travis did as instructed and before long MiMi returned. She turned on some soothing music that was pleasing to his ears. MiMi held true to her word and had placed Travis in a euphoric state of mind. Her touch was like an intoxicating drug that made him feel as if he were floating on a breeze.
âIâm going to make sure that I tip you very well, MiMi,â Travis uttered.
âShhhh, quiet. The best part is yet to come.â MiMi didnât like to be interrupted.
She placed a light amount of warm massage oil on his back and then stood on the massage table and held onto the bars above him. Being careful not to place the full weight of her body on him, she skillfully maneuvered up and down the length of his spine with her feet. She used her big toes to massage each of the vertebrae along his backbone. Her soft feet glided along the curve of his shoulders and down the side of his arms.
Travis couldnât remember exactly when he fell asleep or how long he was out. However, when he awoke he felt revitalized and just like MiMi had said, as light as a feather. He got dressed and exited the room. He walked toward the front and found MiMi waiting.
âYou were asleep for a long time,â MiMi said.
âYeah, Iâm sorry about that. I usually donât fall asleep like that,â Travis apologized.
âThatâs because youâve never been touched by MiMi before. Imade you feel good, aye?â She smiled at Travis and awaited his confirmation that sheâd done well. Travis looked at her differently now. When he came in, she wasnât sexually attractive to him at all. Now he wondered, if she was that good with her feet, how good was she in bed?
âYouâre going to come back and see me soon, right?â MiMi asked as Travis removed his wallet.
âYeah. Hell yeah.â Travis could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth.
âAre you from New York?â
âNo. Iâm from California.â
âOh, thatâs too bad. I was hoping youâd come back to see me next week.â
âLook, Iâm in town for a few days. Iâd love to come back again before I head home.â
âGood. Letâs make your appointment now? It would be a good idea.â MiMi suggested a date and time that fit into his schedule. Travis tipped her well before saying good-bye.
Travis hailed a taxi and gave the instruction to drive him back to his hotel in Times Square. As soon as he was situated, he gave Alex a jingle.
âWhere is your crazy ass at?â Travis blasted out his friend as soon as he answered the phone.
âIâm in a cab heading to the hotel. I just landed not too long ago. Did you go see MiMi?â he asked.
âThat was some weird shit, man. Sheâs got me feeling high like a damn satellite.â
âI know. Sheâs freaky as hell, too.â Alex laughed.
âMan, please donât tell me you hit that.â
âShit, I didnât fuck MiMi. She fucked me. She was massaging me and the next thing I knew I felt her toes fondling my balls andââ
âDawg, spare me the details,â Travis said as the cab approached his hotel. âHow long will it be before you get here?â
âAbout another twenty minutes.â
âGive me a buzz when you arrive. We can go out and grab a bite to eat and then figure out what weâre going to do. I was