19. Secret for long?

"I'll go after her," Cattie grinned. "Unless you want to do me, babe?"

Heather shook her head without opening her eyes. "I'm the bartender, not the masseuse. Maybe tomorrow."

"Well, I'm not missing out on free massages," Terra kicked in. "And JC doesn't have the patience. He starts a foot rub and five minutes later I'm getting railed on the couch and missing the plot of Game of Thrones."

This set all the women to cackling, and I started rubbing the lotion into Cassidy's skin at her waist and lower back, pressing my thumbs along her spine. "Ugh, Tiger," she mumbled. "That's good."

The ladies kept chatting - part of it them trying to explain the plot of Game of Thrones for Terra, who never had gotten past the first season - while I slowly worked over Cassidy. First I did her back, then up and down her arms all the way to between her fingers. Then I reached around her and softly did her stomach and abdomen, then around her top and chest and neck. I carefully massaged her throat, cheeks, nose, and forehead. The entire time she was making appreciative noises, but it was when I quickly, but softly, rubbed some lotion into her ears and she let out a louder moan, a little more sexual in nature, that I started to wonder if something else was going on.

"You OK over there, Cass?" Cattie asked. "Sounded like Robbie just made you come from rubbing your earlobes."

"What can I say," Cassidy said dreamily, with a satisfied look on her face. "My man knows how to work a lady over."

"Alright, alright," I said as the other women made little catcalls at Cassidy and I. "Turn around so I can get your legs, Cass."

She stood and quickly sat back down between my legs, but with hers up and nestling against my sides and under my arms. I quickly sprayed her shins and thighs and began rubbing the lotion in there.

"Nowthat is a new way of doing sunscreen," Wanda said, watching me work.

"Not the most efficient," I said, "But when you live in Vegas, you start finding new ways to make sunscreen flirty."

"Hey, all power to you," she laughed.

"It's also great for foot massages as long as you're a little limber," Cassidy said, pulling one leg back and positioning her foot right in front of my chest. "We can still talk while looking each other in the eye."

"Cute," Heels said. "But I hate having my feet touched."

That set off a whole conversation about feet and whether the girls liked foot massages or not, and the hypocrisy of receiving foot massages but not giving them out. Heather in particular had a hard stance of not wanting to give them, but being perfectly happy to receive - which Cattie made a sly dirty joke about that being the opposite in the bedroom.

I tuned most of it out though, as I worked Cassidy's thighs and watched her face as she seemed to zone out and melt under my hands.

"Babe," I said, and she opened her eyes with a smile. "Fess up."

"Hmm?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm good, but I'm not this good," I said. "So what's going on? Is this one of those surprises you mentioned?"

Cassidy blushed and bit her lips, examining my features as she slowly nodded.

"Are you going to tell me what it is?" I asked.

"It's called 'Midas Hands,' and was an upgrade of an upgrade. The first one meant your hands would feel good when you touched other people - like, a little pleasurable warmth. The second upgrade to it amped that up. The third makes your hands into perfection - you'll always find the best spots to touch for the person you're touching, and when you do they feel it and know it."

"That explains Becca earlier," I mumbled.

"What happened with Becca?" Cassidy asked, perking up a bit.

I had finished her legs and actually did start massaging my fiance's feet. "The test driving boat hit the dock - on purpose - and she stumbled and I caught her. She was more thankful than I thought she should be, and I couldn't figure out if she was getting flirty."

"Oh," Cassidy said and got a sneaky smile. "Yeah, that must be it."

"Cass," I said.

"OK, maybe it's another one I got you," Cassidy said.

"Are you going to tell me what it is?" I asked.

"Can I keep it a secret a bit longer?" Cassidy asked. "I promise, it's fun. Please?"

"Would you tell me if I said you had to?"

"Immediately," she said, no hesitation.

I slowly nodded. "OK, surprise for now, but I'm going to want to know."

"I know. And I'll tell you when it's more relevant, OK?"

I just nodded.

She smiled and leaned forward and kissed me softly, then practically leapt up from her seat. "Alright, all done. Who was next, Wanda?"