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You fix your hair in the mirror softly, adjusting your shirt as well as you examine yourself, turning, bending, and primping.
“Where are you off to?” A voice chimes, bored.
Your brother.
“I have an appointment today-.” You begin, but he interrupts.
“You still wasting your money pining over that stupid fraud guy?” He asks, his face twitching in a bothersome way.
You cross your arms, feeling your face grow hot as you give him a look. “He is NOT a fraud..” You huff, adjusting your shorts. “He is an opportunist.. you’re just jealous-.”
“Hell yea I am.” Your brother adds, cackling. “Wish I could make cash being such a fake ass too! Too bad I’m a good person.”
“That's highly debatable you little shit-.” You hiss, pushing past him as you make your way to the door. “I’m going to my appointment, don’t wait up.”
You slam the door just as he begins to speak. You don’t care what he has to say, all you care about is being punctual. You knew the sandy haired blonde admired that, and you’d give anything to be admired, even ogled by him. Speaking of which, once outside you adjust your shirt and roll up your shorts a bit so they appear shorter. You smirk stupidly, snickering as you view your ass after your adjustments. Nice. Plus it was hot out anyway, and who would be rude enough to comment on it?
You approach the Spirits and Such Office, doing your last final adjustments as you suck in a breath, approaching the entrance. Sure you’ve been here before, and even talked to the man multiple times. But for some reason he just had a way of making you nervous. A way of making you feel like a small smitten school girl in love with a senpai. Sure it made you stumble on your words sometimes but the feeling he evoked from you was intoxicating, and he didn’t even know it.
You enter, making your way into the building.
“Spirits and Such Consultations- how may I-“ The man stop, hand pressed to his desk.
Big large hands.. hands he would be using on you.. hopefully not just for your appointment.
“I’ve seen you before haven’t I?” He asks, giving a soft smile.
You feel yourself melt under his gaze. Ah! He remembered you! Reigen Arataka, remembers you!”
He chuckles softly at your tiny smile. “Of course, how could I forget such a face? Such e/c eyes.” He sits at his desk again, gesturing. “Come sit- what can I help you with.?”
You sit, shivering softly as you feel his eyes on you, toying with your shirt and hair. “Well- I was here a few weeks ago- a-and I’ve been here a couple times..” You clear your throat, continuing. “The massages really help- they really relieve my stress and take all the bad energy out of me- so I’m back for another.”
You give a bashful smile, adding in a tiny voice. “You’re very good with your hands.”
Oh. He likes that. You know he does. Reigen Arataka loooooves to have his ego stroked. You wonder what other things he liked to have stroked.. too bad said assumption was behind his desk. Long legs tucked under the desk, ankles crossed over each other.
He gives a wide grin at the compliment, gesturing to himself. “Only the best for my customers!” He chimes, standing up as he cracks his fingers, gesturing to the massage room. “Lets get started shall we? I believe you know the drill.”
You giggle stupidly, shuffling into the room as you make your way to the small closed off area to strip your shirt off, grabbing one of the towels to cover your chest. You wait, feeling your face heat up and trying to calm down before stepping out. You hear him hum softly as he sets up, moving bottles and things to prepare the room. His humming is enticing, and you softly weasel your way back into the room, appearing in front of him, red faced and covered by only a towel.
“Just lay down on the table and relax.” He adds softly, rolling up his sleeves and lighting some of the candles in the room. It would seem romantic but you know it was just part of his job.
You awkwardly shuffle over to the table, hoping in and laying face down, staring at the floor from the hole in the area your face was in. You wondered where such chairs were even bought, but that thought faded as you saw his cheap but well polished shoes approach. That meant he’s close.
“Now just relax..” He adds, laying his oiled hands on your bare back, causing you to shudder.
He works his fingers into the grooves of your skin and muscles, sometimes his nails against your skin and it makes your toes curl.
“Now.. I must ask..” He adds, applying more lotions and oils to his hands as he rubs them together before bringing them to your soft skin again. “What's got someone like you so overwhelmed? This isn’t your first visit.”
You swear you can feel him grinning behind you, stammering on your words. “W-Well ya know- work, daily life stuff- sometimes it just builds up ya know?”
“Hmm.. I see..” He adds, working on your shoulders. “Have you tried other methods?”
“What like other places?” You ask shyly, letting out a laugh. “Nah- once I had you I just stuck with it, why leave a good thing right?”
You purr happily as you feel him dig his palms into the back of your shoulders. You swear he’s applying more pressure than usual.
“Why? Do you not have any usual customers?” You ask, toes twitching a bit.
“Nah- not really.” He adds, working your sides. “I don’t think I’ve ever left someone so satisfied they’ve returned for my services.”
God why did he have to word it like that. If he offered those types of services you’d be broke by now. You're already spending money to just have his hands on your body, even if only for half an hour.
“Want me to write you a good review?” You jest. “If you give me a discount on my next massage maybe I’ll fluff it up a bit for ya.”
You hear him laugh, causing you to blush, smiling stupidly to yourself. “I couldn’t ask such a faithful customer to do something like that for me.”
He finishes his work, wiping off his hands as you sit up a bit bummed it's over.
“Thanks.. again.” You add, holding the towel to your chest as you give a small awkward laugh.
He wipes his hands with a nearby table. “Not a problem.”
You kick your legs a bit before hopping off, entering the other small room to get changed. Once you put your shirt back on you shuffle out again, watching his back as he cleans up the room a bit.
“Just gimmie a sec to clean up okay? Then we can talk about payment.” He adds
Youre too preoccupied staring at his ass to respond, clearing your throat as you follow him into the other rook, back to his desk. You shuffle through your pockets to fetch your money as he sits down, digging through his desk for his money box.
You grab one of his business cards, chewing your lip as you decide its now or never. You grab one of the pens on his desk and write down something on the card, quickly shuffling the card in with your money before he looks up again.
“Okay.. so that’ll be..”
“Here you go-.” You add, sweating very obviously as you usher the wad of cash into his hands.
You smile before going to dart for the door as he stands, calling out to you. “W-Wait! I still owe you-.”
“Keep the change, thank you again, okay bye!” You ramble, jiggling the door handle as you nearly fall out the otherside, scaring the person outside the door.
“Oh- sorry-! My bad!” You add to the small black haired boy who looks like a startled cat.
“It’s alright-..” Before he can ask you anything you rush off, still apologizing as you make your way down the block.
The boy watches you, worriedly almost, wanting to make sure your okay. He eventually decides against following you or he’ll be late. He instead enters the office, removing his bookbag.
“Hey Shishou, did something happen? The person who just ran out- they..? Do they have a spirit they need taken care of..?” He asks.
“Mob..” The sand haired blonde adds, sweating, his face red.
“Whats wrong shishou?? Was it a strong one??” Mob asks worriedly, approaching his desk.
A stupid wide grin makes its way across the con mans face as he lifts up his bussiness card, nearly shoving it in his disciples face. “THEY GAVE ME THEIR NUMBER! HAHAHAHA!”
“For another appointment?” Mob asks blankly.
“No- NO-!” He barks back. “Theres a heart!! See!?”
“Oh.” Mob adds. “So no spirit.?”