Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
One of his hands that had the long, many-jointed fingers lowered and deposited something that felt like a small, smooth oval in her right palm.
“What’s this?” Kelli brought it up to her eyes so she could see it better. There were two lit buttons on it—the one on the right was green and the one on the left glowed red.
“This is your intensity adjuster,” the massage robot informed her. “If you feel that the pressure I am giving you is too little, please press the green button on the right and I will increase the force of the massage. Conversely, if you feel the pressure is too intense, please use the red button on the left so that I can decrease the intensity. Is that clear?”
“Yes, perfectly clear.” Kelli nodded and put her face back in the hole in the table. She definitely felt more at ease now that she knew she could change the pressure intensity of the massage.
Too bad you can’t do that back home, she thought. She loved getting massages but she’d had some bad ones. Once she’d had a very nice male therapist who talked about his boyfriend and made her laugh but he pressed her so hard she ached for days afterwards. It also didn’t help that he had a lot of coarse hair on his forearms so that when he rubbed his arm across her back to loosen her muscles, it felt like she was being massaged with a cheese grater.
She’d also had massages that weren’t intense enough. One woman therapist had told Kelli the entire story of her life and how she had written a book that was a best seller and everyone loved her. And all the while, she was barely touching Kelli’s back and arms.
Several times Kelli had politely said, “You can go a little harder, if you don’t mind” but it was like she hadn’t said anything at all. The therapist just said,
“Uh-huh” and kept up the barely-there pressure. At the end, Kelly felt like someone had rubbed lotion on her back and that was it.
So obviously she was hoping for a good middle ground between too much pressure and not enough. She kept the remote cupped loosely in her hand just in case.
“I will begin with medium pressure. Please tell me with the indicator if you wish me to change my intensity,” the massage robot said. And then he started.
Kelli was delighted at first. He was using his many rollers on her and he was using them all at once. Two large rollers on her thighs and calves, an extra large one on her back, three smaller ones on the back and sides of her neck, and two more medium rollers on her arms. All of them rolled up and down in the same rhythm, pressing her muscles in perfect time with each other.
It was a unique experience and Kelli found she was really enjoying it. She could feel her eyes closing in bliss as the robot’s rollers pressed all the stress right out of her.
“Mmm, this is amazing,” she sighed. “Klaus, you don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I’ll take your word for it, sunshine,” he growled sarcastically.
Kelli giggled—she liked his little nickname for her. She wished she knew why her Protector was so dour all the time. They never talked much about their respective pasts but she had the idea that something bad had happened to him when he was younger. Something that had soured him on life. If only he would tell her what it was, maybe she could help him get past it.
Just as she was getting extremely relaxed, the robot therapist spoke again.
“And now I will introduce a new level of massage,” he said.
“Oh really?” Kelli asked, a bit nervously. “Because I really liked the rollers.”
“We can return to the rollers in a moment if you like, but my sensors are detecting high levels of muscular stress in certain areas of your body,” he told her. “I must digitally manipulate you to release the stress.”
“Digitally manipulate me? That sounds kind of dirty,” Kelli remarked. But the rollers were already being withdrawn and the long, multi-jointed robot fingers were taking their place.
This part of the massage wasn’t nearly as pleasant. The long fingers were really pinching her hard, especially around the tender areas where her shoulders met her neck and the place where her upper thighs met her ass. Kelli wanted to press the button to lower the intensity, but the remote, which was smooth and oval, had slipped out of her hand when she got so relaxed earlier. She finally found it again but because it felt the same on both sides, she wasn’t sure which button she was about to press.
She held off, thinking that she didn’t want to make the massage worse…and then the robot started using the rollers on her again. But not on her body—on the soles of her feet.