Wanted: Masseuse
Author: Patch
E-mail: patchkhan1@hotmail.com or
             kittiekat90@yahoo.com
Rating: PG

Hello everyone! Just a note, Hotmail decided to
punish me last week by not allowing me to
receive any mail so I apologize to those who
wrote to me. I was ready to hack into Hotmail's
system and... well, never mind. But as a result
of last week's nastiness I now have two e-mail
addy's that I check often. Pick and choose!
Enjoy reading!
Patch.


Insert Standard Disclaimer Here.


	"Usagi-chan, what do you want for
your birthday?"
	"Nothing."
	"Usagi-chan, is there anything you
need for your birthday?"
	"No."
	"Usagi-chan, is there something
you've wanted for your birthday?"
	"No."
	"Usako, what do you want to do
for your birthday?"
	"Nothing big."

	"That's it! I don't know what to do
anymore!" Minako sighed as she plopped
down onto the sofa.
	"I agree, Usagi-chan will simply
either avoid or simply not answer any
questions related to her birthday," Ami
added.
	"What are we going to do? I don't
think I've been this frustrated with Usagi-chan
in a very long time," Rei said, opening a box
of cookies.
	The others looked at her with
doubtful faces.
	"Nani?" she sat up defensively. "It's
true, I can't remember ever being this
frustrated with my best friend."
	"Okay Rei-chan," Makoto said with
a smile. "So we'll just forget last week when
you yelled at her because she couldn't decide
what she wanted to eat."
	"That... was different."
	The other girls just rolled their
eyes and giggled until Ami spoke.
"Alright minna, we really must figure out
something for Usagi's birthday. It has to be
something she'd never expect."

	"Usako, diajobu?"
	"Hai, Mamo-chan, just very, very
tired."
	"Long day at work?" he asked.
	"That word doesn't even begin to
describe half of what I went through today."
	"So tell me about it."
	"Maybe later, I just want to close my
eyes right now..."
	Usagi leaned over until her head was
resting in her husband's lap and her body lay
curled up on the rest of the sofa.
	Mamoru leaned back and absent-
mindedly stroked his hand through Usagi's hair.
His gaze fell to the pumps she had tossed off
before settling herself to sit next to him. His
eyes narrowed slightly in worry. Those shoes
looked as though they could really hurt after
putting in a whole day at work.
	"Usako?"
	"Hmm...?"
	"Aren't your feet killing you? Those
shoes of yours look positively treacherous."
	"You get used to them after awhile
Mamo-chan. But they do ache slightly, to be
honest."
	"Well how about I massage them
for you?"
	"Would you, really?" She leaned
up on one elbow, smiling hopefully.
	"Of course," he lifted her chin to
kiss her lips and then told her to turn around.
	She did so that her feet were now
lying in his lap. Usagi sighed and rested her
head against the armrest.
	"Do your magic, Mamo-chan."
	Five minutes later, Usagi was
laughing so uncontrollably she had to beg
Mamoru to stop.
	"No more, no more!" she yelled,
gasping for breath.
	"What? I haven't even gotten to
touch your feet, you've been moving them so
much!"
	"That's because you're tickling,
not massaging!" Usagi shot back, trying to sit
up.
	"Matte, let me try again," he said,
grabbing one of her feet. It was a depressing
thought to him that he couldn't even massage
his wife's feet without her bursting out
laughing. He would massage her feet and he
would do it successfully.
	She fell back, as he pulled her
left foot upwards with determination.
	"Mamo-chan, love, you look too
serious for this. It's okay if you can't do it,"
she began, but was interrupted.
	"Of course I can massage your feet
Usako. What husband can't do this small
service for his wife?"
	Usagi kept quiet on that one, but
her eyes were twinkling with amusement.
	"Alright, let's try this." Mamoru
brought his legs up so he could sit cross-
legged and then pulled Usagi's foot into his
lap again. "Now I should be able to massage
your foot properly."
	"If you say so, Mamo-chan."
	He pressed his fingers into the
sole of Usagi's foot and Lord help her but
	Usagi wanted to scream with
laughter.
	But for the sake of her husband's
ego, she tried her best to keep quiet. 'Tried'
being the key word.
	She bit her lip and tilted her face
upwards, trying desperately to hold the
laughter in. But when his fingers pressed into
a particularly sensitive area of her foot, she
couldn't help herself. Her foot jerked,
hitting Mamoru and she gave way to gales
of laughter.
	Through the haze of her giggles,
she realized that Mamoru had immediately
released her foot instead of holding on like
he had done before and she wiped her tears
and sat up.
	"Mamo-chan?"
	"Usa..." he groaned and it was
then that she saw the look of pure agony on
his face and the way his body had become
stiff and his hands were now... oh no.
	"Oh my gosh, Mamo-chan, are
you okay?" she sat up on her knees and
placed her hand on his shoulder.
	"No... not really," he gasped out
and fell sideways.
	"Oh Mamo-chan, gomen ne! My
foot hit you *there* didn't it? I'm sorry!"
	"It's okay," his voice came out
from where he had muffled it against the
cushions of the sofa. "I'll be okay... as soon
as the nausea passes."
	"Oh, Mamo-chan! I didn't think
this would work out. I should just post a
want ad in the newspaper for a professional
toe massager, can you imagine the phone
calls? I'd probably get some guy named
Gustavo who only wears tight, black muscle
shirts and massages for a living," she joked.
	Mamoru did not find anything at
all funny. He was in the throes of shame and
pain. Peachy. The simple service of
massaging his wife's feet had gone
completely awry. What would the Husband's
Club say? Probably banish him forever and
call him a disgrace to husbands everywhere.
	He moaned slightly. And on top
of this mental anguish, there was this physical
pain. What in Kami's name had possessed
him to sit cross-legged with his ticklish
wife's foot in his lap... right next to a place
that could hurt like the very devil in certain
situations??
	"Mamo-chan..."
	He could feel her fingers brush
his hair back behind his ear.
	"I'm so sorry Mamo-chan, you're
not upset are you?" she asked softly.
	He took a deep breath, removed
his hands from their *former* area and
pushed himself up.
	"Iie, Usako, I'm not upset at all...
just a little pained, but it's okay."
	She smiled and then leaned
towards him, still on her knees. Her hand
curled around his neck and she brought
him in so they could share a few kisses.
	"I feel a whole lot better," she
whispered with a smile, and pressed her
lips against his again.
	"Really?" he murmured. His
ego was rising from its place of shambles.
Like the phoenix he thought crazily.
	"Hai, because you've given me
something to laugh about for a very long
time."
	Ego back in shambles. Forget
the rising from the ashes part.
	"Usako..." he said threateningly.
	"Would you look at the time? I
told the girls I'd meet them for lunch and I'm
late! I've got to shower and get dressed,
Kami, I have to hurry!"
	Before he could put a word in
edgewise, Usagi had jumped up off the sofa
and had run into their bedroom. Minutes
later he heard the shower turn on as he still
sat there.
	I could join her, he thought... or I
can sit here and contemplate my dilemma.
	And Mamoru did just that. He sat
there with a frown on his face and didn't
even realize how much time had passed
until Usagi walked out, tying up her hair.
	"You're still sitting there?
Mamo-chan, I hope you still aren't thinking
about my feet," she said giggling. "I guess to
become a masseuse you need that special
touch. Don't feel bad, Mamo-chan." She came
over to him with her sneakers and sat down,
pulling one on. "I love you just how you are,
with or without the massages."
	She gave him a kiss, grabbed her
bag and left the apartment. "Ja ne!" She called
out.
	The door closed but he still sat
there with a small frown. He wanted her to
love him... with the massages. And no
Gustavo masseuse would touch her. He would
be her only Gustavo.
	He turned to look at the closed
door. And she wouldn't need to post those
want ads anytime soon, he'd make sure of it.

	"Mako-chan, it's me!" Usagi's voice
called out.
	Makoto rose from her sitting
position and went to the door.
	"Glad you could make it Usagi-chan.
We weren't expecting you any time this century,"
Rei said good-naturedly.
	"Baka! I came home late from work,"
Usagi replied, sticking out her tongue for good
measure.
	She followed Makoto into the
living room and sat down on the floor next to
Minako. She grabbed a handful of popcorn and
leaned back so that she was resting against the
sofa.
	"So how is work?" Ami asked,
taking nibbles from a sandwich.
	"It's tiring, I'll admit, but I love it."
As she spoke, she unconsciously rolled her
shoulders, trying to ease the tension in the
muscles.
	"Hey, are your shoulders stiff?"
Makoto asked. She was sitting on the sofa and
slid over so that she was behind Usagi. "I can
massage them for you," she offered.
	"That would be really nice,
Mako-chan. My poor shoulders really need it."
	The other girls looked on and talked
about little things. Usagi closed her eyes and
waited for Makoto to begin. Her hands settled
on Usagi's shoulders and Usagi sighed.
	A second later, her eyes shot open
and she yelped, causing the other girls to stare.
	"Ow! Mako-chan, that's too hard! Ow!"
	"Patience Usagi-chan, your muscles
are so stiff, that naturally it's going to hurt at
first."
	"Itai! Mako-chan, you're rubbing too
hard. My muscles may be stiff, but my shoulder
blades do not need dislocating!"
	"Just hold still, Usagi-chan," Makoto
said, digging her fingers right under Usagi's
shoulder blades.
	Usagi flinched and then cringed.
"Mako-chan, damare! I can't take it anymore!"
	The other girls were laughing so
hard, they were on the floor holding their
sides.
	Usagi glared at all of them and then
turned her head to look at Makoto.
	"Mako-chan, gomen, but you're
hands hurt! You're almost as bad as
Mamo-chan!"
	The other girls stopped laughing
and sat up with curious looks.
	"What do you mean by that,
Usagi-chan?" Minako asked, wiping a few
tears. "Did Mamoru-san attempt to rub your
back?"
	"Iie, he tried to massage my toes
and-"
	She was interrupted by the girls
who began laughing all over again.
	"And what happened Odango
Atama? You somehow managed to kick his
face?" Rei teased.
	"No! I... I just ended up kicking
him... where it hurts," she ended in a small voice.
	"Oh, that must've hurt," Makoto said.
"I remember back in middle school when I
kneed a guy there, he fell like a stone and
moaned for five minutes straight. It's awesome
to know you can cause a guy pain like that."
	The other four just looked at her
wide eyes, until Ami just shook her head.
	"Mako-chan, you really must
control that bloodthirstiness of yours."
	The others just nodded in
agreement as Usagi slowly backed away
from Makoto.
	"So what all did happen with
Mamoru-san?" Minako asked.
	"Well, he offered to massage my
feet because he saw what kind of shoes I
wore to work today. And then when he tried
to massage my feet, he just couldn't do it
right and ended making me laugh for the most
part. And then he insisted he could massage
my feet and I think I heard him mutter
something about his dignity or something
but then he grabbed my foot and I swear I
tried not to laugh but I just couldn't help it!
And then... and then I couldn't control
myself and my foot jerked into his... well
you know," she ended meekly.
	She saw the others staring at her,
ready to laugh and sought to defend herself. "I
didn't do it on purpose!" She giggled a bit and
went on. "I told Mamo-chan I'd have to put up
a want ad for a toe massager but now after a
session with Mako-chan, I might as well ask
for a professional masseuse who does
everything!"
	The girls suddenly grew silent and
shared looks. The same thought crossed
everyone's eyes. It was too perfect.
	"Hey, did I say something wrong?"
Usagi asked, noticing the quietness.
	"Iie, Usagi-chan, we just..." Rei
began hesistantly.
	"We just wondered if Mamoru-san
would ever allow another man to massage
your back," Ami, said with a small blush.
	Usagi giggled. "Probably not."
	Another shared look between the
girls and the plan was set.

	Many hours later, Usagi left and as
soon as the door closed the girls came in close,
with wide smiles on their faces.
	"This is great, what a perfect idea!"
Makoto exclaimed.
	"But we have to make a few phone
calls first, ne?" Minako asked.
	"Hai, so which place first?" Rei said,
bringing the phone to the floor.
	The girls looked at each other and
giggled. Of course they knew who they had to
call first.
	Rei dialed a number she knew by
heart and waited as the call went through.
	"Moshi moshi," a male voice
replied.

Over the next few days...
	"So you see, you must press down here,
at this spot, right where the muscle is."
	"I see."
	"And then your fingers must make a
circular motion right into this muscle over here."
	"Hai."
	"You must be careful, you cannot press
too hard nor can you pinch the skin. Also, you
cannot press too softly."
	"Hai."
	"Do you have any questions?"
	"When do we get to the feet?"

	"Alright guys, where are you taking
me?"
	The girls giggled in response and led
the blindfolded Usagi down the sidewalk.
	"Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous,"
Minako said happily.
	"Dangerous? Minako-chan, what do
you mean by that?"
	"Nothing, except that you'll have a
wonderful time," Rei supplied, shooting a warning
look to the other girl. They didn't need to scare the
birthday girl away.
	 They entered a building and Usagi
was finally made to come to a stop. She sniffed at
the air. It smelt so... refreshing. There was no
other way to describe it. She was now really
curious to know what her friends had in store for
her.
	"Finally, you guys. Thank Kami I
wasn't wearing any heels today. My feet would
have surely rebelled against me then."
	"Oh," Makoto said resignedly, "maybe
we *should* have made you wear heels. You
would have definitely appreciated this place."
	"Nani? Where have you guys taken
me?"
	"Okay Usagi-chan, time for your
surprise."
	She felt one of the girls untie the
blindfold and when it fell from her eyes, she
gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.
	"Kami..." she breathed.
	"Happy birthday Usagi-chan!" her
friends chorused happily.
	"You guys! You brought me here?
This place is my birthday gift?" she asked
incredulously.
	The place in question was one of
Tokyo's most renowned spa and treatment
centers. It had been critically acclaimed in
many positive lights and was known to be
quite a popular place.
	"You don't like it?" Ami asked
uncertainly.
	"Like it? I love it! This place is
exactly what I need. How'd you guys know?"
	Makoto laughed outright at the
question. "Call it a really good guess," she
said, still chuckling.
	"Oh this is so great! Thank you so
much!" Usagi exclaimed, turning around and
hugging each one of her friends. "I can't
believe you did this for me!"
	"You deserve this Usagi-chan,"
Minako said as Usagi hugged her. "You
deserve the ultimate relaxation today."
	"By the way, what did
Mamoru-san give you?" Makoto asked.
	"Oh, well he made breakfast and
all, wished me a happy birthday with one of
his astounding kisses and then said he had a
surprise planned for me later. I hope I don't
take too long here. I don't want to keep him
waiting."
	"He won't mind Usagi-chan,"
Ami said reassuringly.
	Usagi realized a woman was
waiting for her and turned to her friends
once more.
	"Thank you, minna, so much. This
means so much to me even though I didn't ask
for it!"
	"It's a birthday present, Usagi-chan,
we want to give this to you," Rei replied.
"Now, we asked for one of the special
packages, so first you're going to go through
the mud treatments, the facial treatment, etc
etc. And then in the end you'll be getting the
rubdown," she finished, with a mischievous
smile.
	"We'll be leaving you now, so
enjoy yourself as much as possible," Makoto
added.
	The girls said their good byes and
Usagi was led to a room where she could take
off her clothes and wrap a towel around
herself.
	This will be heaven, she thought
happily.

	A while later, Usagi emerged from
her facial, an absolutely luxurious experience
in her opinion.
	"Where to now?" she asked the
woman who was standing by the door.
	The woman giggled and with a
twinkle in her eyes led her to another room.
	"This is the final stage of your
treatment," she informed Usagi. "Just lie face
down on that table you'll see in there and
someone will attend to you shortly."
	Usagi entered the room and went
over to the table which was as soft as her bed,
truth be told and let out a sigh.
	Poor Mamo-chan, she thought, he
could use one of these treatments as much as I
do. She tried to picture him lying down with
cucumbers on each of his eyes and giggled.
	Now that would be a sight she'd
pay to see.
	"Ahem, my name is Gustavo and I
will see to your massage."
	Gustavo? No way, she thought,
leaning up on her elbows and turning her head.
	She let out a shocked gasp at the
sight that greeted her.
	There stood 'Gustavo' formerly
known as her husband, in black pants... and a...
black muscle shirt.
	"Mamo-chan?" she asked
incredulously.
	"Iie, I am known as Gustavo to you
today," Mamoru said, coming further into the
room to stand beside the table. He pressed a
hand between her shoulders to make her lie
down.
	"Mamo-chan! What did you...?
How did you...?"
	"No more questions, Usako," he
ordered. "Just lie down and relax," he ended
soothingly.
	"Oh, so the great Gustavo is
allowed to call another man's wife Usako?"
she asked teasingly, lying back down to rest
her head on her hands.
	Mamoru grinned from above her
and poured some oil into his hands. "Fine
break my illusion, call me Mamo-chan if you
must," he said beginning to press her shoulder
blades.
	"I like that name a whole lot more,"
she replied and then sighed as Mamoru began
his work.
	"Mamo-chan... when did you become
this good?" she asked a few minutes later, the
magic of his hands putting her under a relaxing
spell.
	"Just close your eyes, Usako. I'm not
done yet," he answered, placing a kiss on her
neck. He rubbed a particularly tense muscle
and smiled at her groan of pleasure.
	"Who would've thought my
Mamo-chan could be so professional?" he heard
her mumble a little while later as he moved
down her back.
	He stared down at the smooth
expanse of skin and he could not see himself
allowing another man to touch his wife like this,
no matter how professional he might be. He
grinned at himself. If Usagi had heard his
thoughts, she would have leaned up to hit him
and call him a possessive chauvinist.
	His hands moved down her legs
and as he neared her feet, he could feel her
muscles tense.
	"Usako, work with me, ne?" he asked.
"Just forget the other day..."
	"For you Mamo-chan," he heard her
reply with an easy voice.
	He paused to rub a bit more oil into
his hands and then took one foot into his hands.
He pressed into a muscle and then waited, ready
to cringe.
	Silence.
	He pressed the muscle a bit more and
then suspiciously looked back at Usagi. Her
shoulders were not shaking in silent laughter, that
much he could see. She didn't even seem to be
holding back any laughter
	He went back to her foot and after a
bit, moved onto the other one. When he was
finally finished with the massage he sighed with
relief. He had done it... he had fully massaged his
wife's body with his ego still intact. Amazing.
	"Mamo-chan... come here..." he heard
her order drowsily.
	He walked back to the head of the
table and bent his knees so that his face was next
to hers.
	"Yes Usako?"
	She turned her head from its sideways
position and met his gaze, her eyes a soft and
languorous blue. Her hand moved to the back of
his head and before she pulled him toward her, he
heard her say, "You're so good."
	She kissed him slowly, lazily almost
as her mouth moved over his.
	"Arigato, love," she whispered as
they continued to share kisses.
	"You're welcome," he whispered and
stood up slowly, not breaking contact as he bent
over her as she continued to lie on the table.
	"Happy birthday," he said against her
lips a little while later.
	"I love this gift," she replied, lifting
her head to kiss him again.
	They heard voices and stopped
abruptly, her hands entangled in his hair, his
hands behind her back, both breathing heavily.
	"Home?" he murmured.
	"Home," she answered.
	She sat up and he handed her her
clothes which he had pulled from the other
room before entering this one.
	They left together, but not before
Mamoru got a chance to thank the owner
profusely.
	"Mamo-chan, how long have you
been hiding those massaging skills?" Usagi
asked as they drove back to the apartment
complex.
	"That's my secret," he replied,
not even giving a hint of his whirlwind
lesson.
	By the time they reached home,
Usagi had fallen into a light sleep and
Mamoru picked her up and carried her into
the lobby and up the elevator until they
reached their apartment.
	As he walked to their bedroom,
he heard her speak.
	"I love you Mamo-chan, with or
without the black muscle shirt."

~*~*The End*~*~
Welps, that was it. I know it was tad late,
considering Usagi's b-day has already
passed but the idea came a bit too late. Oh
well! Better late than never, ne? Thanks
for reading!
Patch:-)(-: