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I wanted to get as much testosterone built up as I could, so that I would be ready for some release later. Also, I wanted my body to look as good as possible. When I came out of the shower afterwards, I checked myself out in the mirror as a vanity exercise. Granted, I didn't have the body of an Adonis, but it wasn't bad now. A bit of tone, greater muscle mass, and a much smaller belly. Overall, I'd dropped about 80lbs in the last 18 months, and I felt much better for it.

All fired up and with somewhere to go, I jumped into my car and drove over to the massage place. The half hour drive through the night streets of London served to calm my mind somewhat, and by the time I pulled up at the nondescript block of flats where they were based, I was feeling relaxed and ready for the whole experience. The door was opened by the customary grumpy old woman, albeit a different one from my days of frequenting Soft Body. I was led to the massage room, and told to wait.

This room was different from the one at Soft Body. It was bigger - the flat was in a classic English six storey house which had been converted into a block of apartments. The rooms in these houses were absolutely massive, since rich people in the Victorian era needed excessive amounts of space to enjoy their decadence. The walls were painted in the standard white, and the large sash window was covered with a black curtain. Instead of a massage table, there was a thin mattress laid out on the floor, the same as the ones that are used for Thai massages. As always, the lighting was dim, and the requisite candles were scattered around the room, mostly on the chest of drawers where the tools of the massage trade were kept, and on shelves of some small empty bookcases and tables. Ambient music played gently from a small portable stereo in the corner of the room. A large mirror was propped up against the wall in parallel with the mattress. All in all, a perfect setup.


Show me, slowly, now that I'm focused

Falling free, now you see

Feel the walls closing


The door clicked, and then she walked in. My heart jumped a little bit as I saw Camilla once again. This time she was dressed in a what looked like a black, two piece, nurse's uniform. She looked different as well - physically she was more tanned, obviously from her travels, but also her face was more mature. To me, she looked more beautiful than I remembered.

She started to speak, but then stopped as she looked at me for a long moment. Then her face broke into a smile, and she exclaimed, "Oh my god! It's you!", dropping her professional demeanour, and coming closer to give me a big hug. Relief was my first over-riding emotion. When we disengaged, she looked up and down at me, and said, "You look so different!"

I smiled, almost speechless, and feeling a little bit embarrassed.

"I'm glad you still remember me," I stuttered out, almost speechless at her enthusiastic greeting. She then made a mock angry face, and replied, in a reprimanding tone, "Of course I remember. But I didn't recognise you at first. You look so good!"

I couldn't stop myself from blushing at the compliment.

"Well, shall we get started?" she then said, motioning towards the mattress on the floor. I didn't need another invitation, and started to disrobe. As I stripped off, she watched me, smiling in approval at my remodelled physique. With words of surprise she pointed out the 'V' shape I had managed to get on my abdomen, and once I was fully naked, she took my hand and led me to the mattress.

Once I was laid down, she poured on the oil, and started with the massage.

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