Tanden Massage session (Patreon)

Being a criminal is so rough. All the smuggling, intimidation and extortion really hits your back pain.

As a way to reward yourself with something nice, you decide to go to a massage recommended by your cop neighbor. She said the place was really nice and the first session was free of charge - and since you never back down from a good bargain, you decide to give it a try. Maybe that's what you needed after all.

You go to the clinic, a small place lost in an alley filled with neon lights of other business - and inconspicuous sign said "therapeutic massage clinic". Very professional.

Entering the clinic, you find a small reception with a black woman smoking behind a desk. She had a volumous redhair and equally volumous breasts - which you couldn't help yourself to stare for almost half a second before looking at her deadpan face.

"You must be Tanden, right?" she said, blowing some smoke. "I'm Cassandra, the masseuse who talked to you on the phone. Good, you're on time".

You watched her discarting the cigarrete in an ashtray, noticing how the smoke filled the air due to the size of the room - actually, just by standing up you almost filled the whole room. Why this place was so small?

Almost as reading your thoughts, Cassandra commented.

"Don't worry, just the reception is this small. The room with the table is way bigger".

She wasn't lying. You felt relief being able to actually stretch without hitting a beam, a second more in the reception and you would add another place to the list of muscles Cassandra had to take care off.

Then, while taking some oils from a wardrobe, the woman said in a bored tone.

"Take off your clothes and lie here". She must notice your expression, which her added. "I have to see your muscles, sharkboy. How can I massage while you're using this coat?".

Begrudgingly you comply, a bit suspicious about this massause and the way she looked at your when you took of your shirt. Was this some kind of setup? Was she planning something?

Once you laid on the table, the massage started. You had back pain, after all, that must be 90% of all pains that makes people go look for a massagist nowadays.

She was pretty good. Her able hands didn't left untouched every inch of muscle, making the pain just a faint memory. You started to feel you should give a reward to that woman, not paying for a massage that good felt like a steal. At least until she whispered something for herself, probably.

"Wow, never saw a guy this big".

"I'm sorry?" you reply, a bit confused. Maybe you misheard.

"Hey, you're pretty hot, bro. Did you hear that often?"

"Uh... not much, honestly". Actually, you never noticed that. Carmen, Jasper and Wanda weren't as direct as her and Zeke rarely talked anything that wasn't business related. Does anybody actually told you were hot before? Scratch that: does anyone actually gave you a hug or something? Damn, people are always coming to you looking for something.

"I'm not. You can talk anything to me" She whispered, making your neck chiver.

"Did I said that out loud?" you ask.

"Yeah. I can tell you're quite stressed. A handsome guy like you shouldn't put so much weight on your shoulders. You can always rely on me and my massages to help you relax".

"That's nice to h-".

"How about we fuck, then?".

Ah. Of course there was a catch.

"Here we go again". You sigh.

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A 3koma with Tanden, meeting a new challenger! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)