Massaging the Ego









  Dekacho Hasegawa was having a busy evening, considering that
there was no police-work involved in the exercise.  He was
working against the clock on this one, since someone was going
to be home soon.  He'd already run the bath, and the automatics
were keeping the water at blood temperature, so nothing to worry
about there.  The tea was brewing: a nice roasted barley,
suitable for cold, dreary, autumn evenings.  And the heating in
the flat was turned up high - so, no complaints of hypothermia
tonight.  Soothing classics played on the sound system.

  He walked purposefully into the bedroom, and checked that it
was hot enough to pass as a sauna; laid out a large bath-sheet
on the cleared floor area, put the bottle of oil on the bed
within easy reach.  A heady mixture of rose and sandalwood; if
the aromatherapist was to be believed it would both open Melissa
up to feelings of beauty, trust, and wanton abandon, whilst
simultaneously - calming her with peaceful and harmonious
thoughts.  *And if that doesn't work I'll just fill her full of
vodka and shoot the skid-mark she's been working with*.  Now, he
needed a plan of action for every possible contingency: over the
last couple of weeks she'd veered between inarticulate rage, and
sobbing hysteria.  The rage he could handle, temper tantrums
were a speciality of his middle sister, but the crying... that
was the worst.  Definitely the worst.  There was very little you
could do but make soothing noises, and wipe up the resulting
soggy mess.  He really hoped she wasn't going to be crying again
when she came home.  *Please, just let me say - "Nice day at the
office, dear?" - and get my head bitten off, as usual*.  He sat
down to plan, and read his notes again.

  The outer door clicked, and swung open.  There was the usual
set of noises made by Melissa as she removed her shoes, and hung
up her coat, well... she wasn't in tears.  Hasegawa waited for
her to emerge from the hallway.  When she came into the
living-room he noticed that she was carrying herself awkwardly
again.  He sighed, just how many times was he going to have to
tell her to get herself down to the osteopathy centre?  Well,
not tonight, at any rate.

  "Nice day at the office, hime-sama?"  

  She looked up at him wearily, "`evening sweetheart.  Oh, you
know - the usual..."  Yes.  He did know, `the usual'.  She set
her hand-luggage down on the floor, next to the couch, and
arched her spine - hands pressed flat against her lumbar region.
Hasegawa could hear the gristly popping noises; he advanced on
her, shaking his head in resignation.  She held her arms out to
him, "see, Sugar-plum?  No snivelling tonight - you get to end
the evening with a dry shoulder."  She suddenly noticed that he
was only wearing his jogging suit trousers, and looked up
startled, "Oi!  You're not wearing your suit, have you had a
sneaky day off you didn't want to tell me about?"       

  Hasegawa smiled enigmatically.  Then - in a sudden flourish he
crouched, grabbed Melissa by the ankles, and (rolling her supine
before lifting), had her dangling upside-down before she
realised he was up to something.  After a moment of resistance
there came the less than musical strains of Melissa gurgling,
(probably obscenities), whilst her vertebrae re-aligned
themselves.  This position gave the police-chief a whole new
perspective on his lover.  Like: just how many long skirts can
one woman wear simultaneously? just what was it she had against
knickers? and if God had intended us to be seen from this angle,
our eyes would be on our feet.  The glugging had stopped, so
Juzo gently lowered Melissa to the floor.  He let her lay awhile
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to recover her poise, then bent over his bindoro, "are you ready
for your bath now, honourable?"  

One eye opened slowly, "as long as you don't dunk me in it head
first."





  Hasegawa carried his very own occidental aggravation into the
bath-room, and stripped her.  Manfully he ignored all jibes
about his unusually butch behaviour, or the likelihood that one
of them - most probably the man in the room - had done something
so heinous that he wanted to kill her with kindness before she
found out what it was.  He sat her on the wooden stool, and
carefully sorted her clothes into the appropriate wash-baskets.

  "Ju-chan, that really is the sign of an anal retentive, you
know?  Most people just have different baskets for white, and
coloured, clothing.  Not white, coloured, underwear, natural
fibre, synthetics, and outerwear."

  "I like to do a thorough job."

  "So I'd noticed.  What's next on tonight's agenda then?"

  Hasegawa rolled her hair up into a mound on the top of her
head, and secured it with a long wooden pin.  He pulled over the
flexible shower-pipe and sluiced her with pre-heated water,
carefully shielding her eyes, and hair, from the spray.  Then
assured that she was soaked to a turn, he lay the pipe next to
the floor drain and turned his attention to the soap.  Carefully
he shaved small flakes of her unperfumed brand into a little
bowl, and worked it into a lather with a little shower water. 
He knelt in front of her and, starting at her feet,  worked his
way up, rubbing and stroking his way past her knees - kneading
her thighs - sliding a soapy hand into her crotch and letting
his fingers play with her labia.  She rose a little to allow him
easier access to her cunt, and he obligingly pushed his hand
further beneath her, one slippery finger fondling her anus.  She
kissed the bump on his nose, and rested her forehead against
his.  The other hand was soaping her back, and buttocks.  "A
very thorough job", she breathed.

  "All part of the service, honourable"  He extricated his
trapped hand, and turned his attentions to her upper body.  A
small sponge was brought into play to spread the soothing lather
along her arms, and neck, and chest.  He spent a lot of time
lathering her chest, *Ju-chan you're definitely a tit-man aren't
you?*  Finally he scrubbed her face, even wiggling the soap into
her ears, *and another thing - you've been spending too damn
long at that bloody crŠche again*.  Then he hosed his beloved
off  until the water that swirled down the drain ran clear.  

  "Well, come and get it while it's clean!"

  "Not yet hime-sama.  I've got another little job to do first."
Hasegawa lowered her into the steaming bath, secured her head in
the safety restraint, and wandered off to get her tea.





  After she finished her tea, and soaked herself into a state of
near catatonia, Juzo returned with a set of warm towels plucked
her from the deep - and dried her off.  He picked her up again,
and marched into the bedroom.  "I could get really used to this,
I feel it only fair to warn you of that right now."  She yawned
sleepily, "what?  No supper before bed?  What've I done?"

  "We're not going to bed yet, ningyo."

  "We're not?  Oh, poo."

  "Not yet, anyway."

  He lowered her onto the soft towelling, and rolled her until
she lay prone, then he straddled her and rested lightly on the
lower half of her buttocks.  "This is all I am to you, isn't it?
A floor cushion, in the scheme of life." 

  He huffed softly, "first fucking one that complained about
being sat on, though."  He reached for the oil, and poured a
little into the cupped palm of his hand, to warm it.  "I guess
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make you one of those new sex-dolls then.  The kind that moan
about your technique, and use up all your money."

  "Planning on sleeping in the bed tonight, were you?"       

  Hasegawa moved his hands from the base of Melissa's spine, in
gliding strokes, up towards her shoulders, he tracked the
contours repeating to himself mentally, pressure even and
steady.  *Sensual, think sensual.  She's not up to a pummelling
tonight*.  He released the pressure, and slid his hands down her
sides - tickling and caressing as he went.  She wriggled, and
snickered, as he ran his fingers over her ribs.  "Bastard!"  He
repeated the move several more times, properly, using the whole
of the hand to stroke her skin.  Then he changed the move to a
flowing, rhythmic stroke.  Alternately rubbing her spine with
one hand, then the other, from arse to nape.  The motion lulled
him, and the slow rocking of his hips was pleasing - without
giving him a hard-on.   Time enough for that later on.

  Next, a big problem area.  From the base of the neck, to the
tip of the shoulder, and back again; a kneading, moulding,
motion of the hands.  One shoulder, then the other. 
Interspersing it with kisses: half lick, half bite.  *There,
that'll keep you awake!* Then pressing down on her upper back
with his palms, making circles with the oil.  Her skin began to
dry out a little, so Hasegawa poured some more from the bottle
drizzling a little down her backbone.  He brushed some stray
wisps of hair from his eyes, with his forearm, it was fucking
hot in here!  And a good massage raised a sweat on the masseur
anyway.  The oil tasted funny, but not unpleasant, although
perhaps he should have picked one of the flavoured varieties. 
*Hah!  They don't do snatch - well... not in the aromatherapy
shop*.  

  "Osasuri, you've stopped!"

  "Sorry, iki-ningyo.  The management apologises for the
temporary disruption to the smooth running of this service."

  "I'll ask for a refund."

  "You haven't seen the price, yet."

  "Threats, huh?  Must be a yakuza run business!"

  Hasegawa raised himself up and slapped her lightly on the
buttocks, she crowed with laughter "you'll get sea-sickness if
you sit on it now.  It'll take at least half an hour for my bum
to stop wobbling."

  "It's not that bad, it's just like one of those fair-ground
rides.  In fact - didn't you use to work on Izu-Shichi-To at
just that profession?"  He squawked as she pinched his thigh,
"now, now!  Temper, temper!  You don't want to undo all the good
work I've managed so far, do you?"

  He slid a little further down her body so that he could
continue the circular rubbing at waist level, then over the
cheeks of her arse.  Squeezing the flesh gently with his
fingers, easing one oily digit into her anus.  She wiggled her
backside at him, "fancy the sin of Sodom, then?"

  "Not tonight."  He withdrew his finger so he could finish her
back off with a little feathering, even though her ribs were so
ticklish.  He enjoyed having her helpless, even when she was
only quivering with mirth.





  Next, the legs.  Hasegawa wriggled down until he was sitting
to one side of Melissa's legs, down by her ankles.  Slowly he
started to glide his hands up the middle of her leg all the way
to her crotch, then pulled it back to her feet.  Up, down, up,
down, over and over.  Melissa making drowsy noises of
contentment.  With the pads of his thumbs he rubbed the backs of
her knees, and bent forward so that his hair drifted along her
skin - nuzzling at her.  "Pervert", she murmured sleepily. 
"That's pervert-san, to you."  He raised one of her lower legs,
and rested it against his knee whilst he cupped her foot.  Then
he massaged one side of her foot at a time, nibbled her toes,
changed feet.  "Pervert-sama", she sighed.



                                                                
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  "Okay, time to roll over".  

  "Can't."

  "Too relaxed?"

  "Yup."

  "Shame.  Then you won't see what I've got for you."

  Melissa twisted over swiftly enough to suprise even her lover.
"Cheat!  You've still got your kecks on!"  Hasegawa surged to
his feet and, with a dramatic tug, pulled the drawstring of his
trousers so that they loosened, and pooled about his feet.  He
kicked them to one side, and made a palms-up hand gesture,
`well?'  No erection yet, but getting there.

  He crouched again and bent her leg slightly, wedging her foot
between his knee and the floor.  Again his hands glided, firmly,
all the way to the top of her thighs - briefly teasing what he
found there - and pulling down to base again.  Always the same
expert rhythm, the same number of caresses per leg.  A careful
movement pushed her leg as far to the side as it would reach, he
felt the muscles stretch, and the motion released a wave of
vulval perfume. He sniffed appreciatively, that was getting him
hard pretty fucking fast.  Her voice drifted up to him, "funny
place to keep a truncheon."

  "I'm working under cover, you see?  Best place to hide it."

He manipulated the inner portion of Melissa's leg from knee to
groin, good view, maybe he'd been wrong about what God intended.
As he rolled her to reach her other thigh his face began to wear
a familiar, dopey, grin.  He pushed his hands along the front of
her legs, up and down.  Pausing only to kiss her belly, or
nipples, brushing her skin with his hair.  "Your head's going to
end up looking like a pastry brush, Ju-chan."  

  "Good enough for the muff-pie recipe I'm working on."

  "Sexual deviant... sexual deviant-sama."

  The tips of his fingers worked on the joints of her knees,
easing them.  Her leg shuddered, "sore, Lissy?"  

  "Wintry weather, Ju-chan."

  He lifted her legs and moved between them, sitting on his
heels.  He draped her limbs over his own thighs, and began
rubbing along her torso from her pubic bone to her neck. 
Cradling her sides as he moved back down.  She stared him in the
face, and raised one eyebrow questioningly.  "I always knew
there was a reason to go out with overly tall men.  You don't
have to strain to reach that far" 

  "And there I was thinking you liked Gogul because he's hung
like a donkey."

  "I wouldn't know how `Maru's built - and maybe I should be
asking how you do."

  "Madam, I'm a police-man, it's my job."

 He massaged the tops of her legs from the damp crease, to her
knees.  Then rubbed the flesh in the opposite direction. 
Breathing deeply, he summoned his Iajitsu skills and performed a
perfect forward thrust.  Melissa's spine arched and he slid his
arms beneath her to support her body.  Their mouths met in a
prolonged snog.  As Hasegawa pulled back - he pulled out. 
Melissa made a shrill noise of protest.  "Bastard!  Get back in
here and finish that!"

  "Maybe I will.  Maybe I won't."

  "Evil toad!"

  "You say the sweetest things."





  Juzo moved up and sat by Melissa's side.  He took her arm in
his hands and began his manipulations starting at the wrist. 
She let her hand droop and catch him by the prick, so that - as
he rolled her avoirdupois between his hands - the movement
milked his cock at the same time.  As he changed sides, she
changed hands.  Then as he shifted position to reach her neck,



                                                                
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she motioned him forward so that he briefly sat above her face. 
He rocked, and gasped, as her tongue probed him from anus to
testicles.  She reached up and pressed his chimpira down to
where her mouth could reach it.  "I expect you'll want a
reduction in you bill for this?  OW!  Teeth!"  Hasegawa quickly
tumbled backwards, "nasty woman.  You're off my New Year's list."

  He took her head between his hands, and turned it to one side,
supporting it with one palm whilst the other grasped the muscle
at her neck between a finger and thumb.  "More up and down,
Git-face?  How about some in and out?"

  "I've already told you.  Maybe, maybe not."

  This does, of course, count as police brutality."

  "Only if I can't make the charges stick."

  She gasped as he turned her head to the other side.  "See? 
You needed this.  That popping sound was your bones."  He
stroked behind her ears for a few moments, to allow her to relax
again, and - paying particular attention to the fleshy lobes
pinched the area round about, softly.  As her eyes closed, he
repeated the manoeuvre, along the length of her eyebrows; from
the root of her nose, to the end.  He pressed his thumbs
together at the top of her forehead, just next to the hairline,
and guided them to the sides of her face.  Then he retraced the
move across the middle of her brow, and finished just above her
eyebrows.  *There's no good you trying to remove my wrinkles
that way, pet*.  "Working on my pterodactyl feet are you,
Sweets?" 

  "They're only little laughter lines."

  "Nothing's that funny."

  "Nearly done now, mekake-sama."  Hasegawa wrapped the whole of
her face with his hands, and slowly tugged the skin upwards to
the temples, tapering the movement off, so that she lay quiet,
and limp.  He bent forward and slid his tongue between her lips,
her hands reached up to stroke his face.  Juzo excused himself
after barely ten minutes, and went back to the bathroom.  He
returned with his hair tied up, and a warm, dry, towel - to wipe
the excess oil from Melissa's body.  She sighed with delight at
his ministrations.  "That was nice.  Feel free to do it again,
any time you like."

  "So this company can expect your continued patronage,
honourable trouble?"

  "Let me see what the after-sales service is like first."

  He lifted Melissa, and tossed her onto the bed.  Then,
grinning like a maniac, leapt after her.   

  





































                                                                
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