The story of my first trip to BODYROTIC… told in 3rd person for some reason, I know not why.
The day started with frustration. The paper truck was late and traffic had built up well before he left for his deliveries. At least today he wasn’t pulled over. The kind of driving one exhibits while throwing newspapers looks awfully suspicious to the law it seems… especially in troublesome areas of suburbs out west.
Despite the late start, work was done by seven and a day of stunning possibility stretched out before him. What to do. What to do on this glorious sunny day, he wondered.
“I’ve not taken Stella for a proper drive”, he thought.
Stella is his car, for those not in the know. She is named so because she thinks she is a rocket ship, destined to leave her terrestrial shackles and fly interstellar.
“If that bloody Tesla can do it why can’t I?” She often says.
Thankfully, today she was satisfied with a trip to Camperdown. He’d been wanting to visit a certain establishment for an age and today was the day. Off they went, leaving Penrith in their wake and venturing off on an adventure sure to get the blood pumping.
Nervous excitement built gradually for the whole trip and his body was tingling with anticipation when he parked. The few seconds he took to compose himself backfired spectacularly, there would be no calm, not just yet. He stumbled out of the car, clumsy as always, and with heart pumping he crossed the highway and arrived, finally, at his destination.
The entrance was portal-like. Passing through felt like leaving one world for another. The hustle and bustle melted further away with each step until he rounded a corner and was greeted by a smiling, friendly guide. Formalities were addressed and introductions arranged.
He met many stunning ladies, but despite the charm and loveliness of all the women who introduced themselves to him, Rain would capture him completely. Her calm and steady warmth reached out, her smile dazzled and her focused, stunning gaze promised blissful escape.
She would take him away with her, if only for an hour; far from the soulless repetition of every day, away from responsibility, beyond where stress or worry could reach. She would touch him gently, stroke and caress him, breathe into his ear, kiss his neck and send such voltage shooting down his spine he might have thought he’d been struck by lightning, and maybe he had. Her hands certainly seemed to wield a charge, for every time she ran her hand over his skin him his whole body sizzled with delight.
During his time with her she soothed his body with her touch and his mind with her warmth and charm and for that hour he was at peace. Completely free. Rain would wash away any negativity and leave him charged, happy, peaceful and calm.
And for that her client is very, very grateful and will most definitely return.
Here endeth the story.
Thank you, Rain, for such a blissful adventure.
C