Celebrity Massage: Part 1
by papaladel@gmail.com

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I was a 30 year old doctor that had a good run of bad luck.

I started an anesthesiology practice with a "friend of mine" only to find out several months into it that he was embezzling money—he sank our practice. It was then that I found myself in my current job. I left the suburbs of Atlanta and headed to California to start over, without a job. My father was generous enough to loan me enough money to get a makeshift massage business up and running in a mall kiosk. It was rather embarrassing, but I was determined to make a go of it and eventually go back into anesthesiology practice by myself. For those of you that don't know anesthesiology is the science of "putting people under for surgery".

I had trained at one of the best schools in the nation and knew a great deal about the subject. Anyway, I digress. I found myself working a mall kiosk in Glendale, CA where I offered massage of various types. I had 3 chairs where people could pay by the minute for a vibrating massage, but the king of my fleet was the Aqua Massage XL table. This table featured a fiberglass lid that came over the client so that water hit them from all angles, while they were full clothed. It was very popular, but a 30 minute massage ran about $85.

While working in the mall kiosk I was right out in the open so it took a special kind of client to take you up on a massage, while many others watched. I had a varied clientele, ranging from young teens, soccer moms and even the occasional celebrity. I will never forget my favorite client and the day my life and his changed forever. The mall was about to close, with the exception of a few anchor tenants and those kiosk operators that had permission to stay past normal operating hours.

I was lucky enough by the nature of my business to be one of those guys. As I was about to close up shop a familiar face approached. I couldn't believe my eyes… could it be? No way! OR was it? I turned all of my attention to the young man that was approaching with a look of curiosity affixed on his face.

As he got closer I took notice of his physique. This was a handsome cat. He strolled up with a smile on his face, wearing a brown knit shirt, distressed jeans and a pair of New Balance 992's. He had on a green baseball cap and sunglasses. With a heavy surfer dialect --"What exactly does that table do?", he inquired. As soon as he spoke I knew exactly who it was, it was my favorite male celebrity … Paul Walker.

I explained that the table was a hydro massage table, it offered dry heat, pulsating water, aromatherapy and sound relaxation therapy and was great for sore muscles and an over-active mind. My sales pitch seemed to peak his interest.

" How does it work?, Paul asked."

Well, I will have you lie on the table on your stomach. Then, we will choose the relaxation C.D. you prefer and I will have it piped through the machine, in addition you will be outfitted with a nose piece that will pipe aromatherapy through this machine. I pointed to a box that was attached to the side of the hydro-bed. He seemed more intrigued and interested with every word that came out of my mouth…. Then, he asked with some hesitation

" Do I have to undress?"

" No", I replied "Just lay down on the table fully clothed and we can get started".

Paul took off his hat and glasses, revealing his short-buzzed sandy-blonde hair and striking eyes. He had just gotten done filming Into the Blue and he had quite a tan. He handed his hat and glasses to me and said "let's give her a whirl".

With that, he laid down on the table on his stomach and awaited my next move. I slowly and deliberately affixed the aromatherapy lines to his nose and asked what he preferred to be piped in. With this, I handed him a brochure of options, he deferred and asked "What do you suggest?" With that, I said ultimate relaxation. He said "sounds good to me, I'm game"

After that, I affixed headphones to his ears and asked if the volume was appropriate. He gave me a thumbs up, indicating everything was great. Before I turned on the music or the aromatherapy there was one thing I had to take care of without spooking him. Now that I had this stud right where I wanted him, I wanted to get him completely relaxed and under my control. I wanted to take his shoes off. It was going to take some finesse because he seemed somewhat nervous about having to take any clothes off. Now, with him lying on the table, I was going to have to remove his shoes without alarming him—I did not want him to get up and say no thanks. Soon, I would have him right where I wanted him.

I approached the head of the bed and handed him a brochure that talked about the features of the bed, on the back it stated in red font "Please remove shoes during session".

I handed the brochure to him and asked him to read both sides. Then, I positioned myself at the foot of the bed. I imagined that at this moment he was reading on the front that it was common for patients to feel as if the bed is moving, although it isn't. Also, I'm sure he read that many patients fell asleep before the hour session was over. I waited patiently for him to turn the brochure over –as he did I slowly and deliberately went to work. I waited a few seconds for him to notice the request and I went to work on my plan. As he was lying on his stomach, I lifted his leg up off the table and began un-tying his right shoe lace.

When, I had it loosened I tugged on his New Balance sneaker and it slid right off into my hand revealing a white and gray no-show sock. I waited a brief second to assess his reaction. He seemed undaunted and had not said anything. He laid there motionless. The brochure I had handed him was now lying by his side. I sat his shoe in the floor behind me and picked up his left leg and began un-tying the laces on his second shoe with a fervor. As I was doing this, I could feel a bulge begin to swell up in my pants.

Was I dreaming? I had Paul Walker in my massage bed and I was taking his shoes off. I tugged on the left shoe and it came off with a little more difficulty than the first. I guess in my rush I had not un-tied it as well. Once, I had it off I passed it by my nose and could smell his cologne emanating from the shoe. I quickly read the inside-- Size 11.5 D. The inside was warm. I took the shoe and sat it next to its partner on the ground behind me.

Then, I grabbed Paul's ankles and soles of his sock feet and positioned him on the table. I took in the sight of this hunk laying on my table with his shoes off. He was so hot. I quickly tuned on the music again and started the aromatherapy line. Then, I shut the lid on the machine. Once I had the lid shut I hit the massage switch that powered up the jets. Next, I grabbed Paul's shoes, hat, glasses and watch and stuck them in my gym bag. From the side pocket of the gym bag I grabbed my padlock and placed it on the hinge of the outside of the massage table, clicking it shut.

Now, Paul Walker was my captive. In my gym bag I grabbed an unlabeled bottle and poured several ounces of its contents into the aromatherapy reservoir attached to the side of the table. The caustic, mind-numbing chloroform that had just been filtered into the line would sure have my victim succumbing to a nice deep sleep in my homemade prison.

My blood-engorged member was almost showing through my buckle jeans now.

I imagined what must have been going through Paul's mind as he drifted off to sleep in his socks. I grabbed his shoes out of the duffel bag and put them on, they were my size. I stuck my Nike Shox in my bag. Then, I unplugged the machine and packed up everything else within my kiosk. My sleeping hunk was out like a baby sucking his momma's tit. I had plans for him, but I wanted to get him home first. I began rolling my massage bed, with my sleeping hunk out of the mall using the service exit. I passed the janitor who inquired

" Taking your bed home for service?"

" Sure enough, Frank", I responded cleverly. "I will certainly be servicing this one tonight".

I headed to my van and quickly pulled down the hydraulic lift…