Stress Relief Ch. 01

Note: This story features a futa main character. In other words, a person with both male and female genitalia.

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The elevator couldn't have taken longer to reach the top floor if it tried. Ari sighed.

"You've got this, Ari. You've got this."

When Ari had seen the application online a few days ago, she had to blink twice to make sure her eyes hadn't misread anything. Nowadays, she hadn't really been doing much. At 24-years-old, she was jobless and mostly coasting off savings. Massage therapists were like personal trainers in the gym. If you asked people, most would say that they're worth getting but no one actually went and got them.

Work was... Scarce. To put it that way. The sad part was, there wasn't too much Ari could do about it. Well, that was in part her own fault. After all, she was the one insisting on being her own boss.

So, with that self-placed handicap as a thing to overcome, all she could do was post articles online about her services. Beside a picture of her grinning in a blue outfit that seemed a lot like scrubs without actually being scrubs, there read the description:

"Ari Carson, a dedicated massage therapist with flexible hours willing to work with men, women, and futas! With an associate's degree in massage therapy, you can rest easy that your body is in safe hands!"

She wasn't exactly a marketer, so she had no idea as to the effectiveness of her description. The one part she was glad to have there was the fact that she was willing to work with futas.

A lot of futas were embarrassed about their dual genitalia. Some were outright ostracized for it in the more rural parts of America. Ari had always been a supporter of futas though. She'd dated one in high school and that was still to this day, the best relationship she had been in and it only ended because the woman had to move out of the country.

Jake could honestly learn from her.

At the moment Ari discovered that job, Jake was sitting on the couch, a hand down his pants scratching God knows what while watching some action movie.

"Hey? Jay?" Ari walked over to him, her laptop open in her hands. "I got a job interview." She smiled sweetly.

Jake didn't reply. Ari sighed and walked into his line of vision.

"Huh?" Jake looked like he only just noticed she was even in the room.

"I said, I got a job interview."

"Oh, cool."

Ari blinked.

"Cool? Jay, this is huge!" Ari put her laptop down on her kitchen table. "I've been waiting for a chance for so long and, I got it, you know?"

"Yeah, cool," Jake replied and Ari rolled her eyes.

"Well, don't have a stroke about it." She mumbled, walking up to the couch. Was some form of excitement too much to ask for? When she rounded over to him, she found that he was actually on his phone, not even watching the movie.

Well, maybe whoever she was texting was delivering even more exciting news. She hoped that was why Jake was smirking down at his screen every now and then. Oh well.

What had been happening in their relationship? Ari couldn't remember the last time they had actual sex and not just Jake half-assing for thirty seconds.

When she sat back down at the kitchen table, her laptop propped on it, she opened up the message she'd been so ecstatic about. She hadn't even fully read it yet because she was so sure she'd say yes to whatever conditions or requests were on it. She was desperate at this point.

[Hello! Due to constant recommendations from those around me, I've decided to hire a personal masseuse to help me relax after work. I noticed your ad and I believe you may be appropriate for the job. I would like to have a talk with you first, but if you agree to my offer and I like what I hear from you, then this would be a long-term arrangement. I hope to hear from you soon.]

- N.

Okay, the message was slightly robotic but the "long-term" part did excite Ari. If this was a good deal, this meant she wouldn't have to worry about getting work for a while, at least.

Well, if this person wasn't some kind of axe murderer.

The woman, as Ari had learned from a series of texts after this, left her number under the message. She sounded a little more human in text form, and that led to them agreeing to a meeting at a nearby coffee shop. Good, public. Less potential for serial-killerness.

And so, the next morning, Ari was staring at herself in the mirror. She wore a black dress that hung just a little further down than her knees along with black heels. Her figure had always been something Ari was proud of. She had enough meat on both her chest and her legs to be deemed thick with two c's, but she didn't look chubby. With her long blonde hair loose and hanging below her shoulders, she breathed deep and put her hands behind her back.

"You're going to go there, you're going to sweep her off her feet, you're going to kill it, because you're awesome." She muttered and nodded. "Alright, let's go."

With that, she exited her bathroom and began walking towards the front door. Jake was, just as he had been yesterday, on the couch scrolling through his phone. Actually, scratch that, he was on some girl's Instagram. Whatever, she had enough self-respect not to be the bitchy jealous girlfriend.

Though, she did have to ask one thing.

"I'm going." She called out.

"Bye." Jake replied blankly.

"Uh... Okay." Ari shook her head.

"Focus on the interview, just focus on the interview."

A few minutes later, she was sitting down, with the smell of coffee pouring into her nostrils, waiting for the woman to show up. They had agreed to meet at 10:00 am. It was around 10:10 right now. Okay, a few minutes late, that was normal but Ari couldn't help but think maybe someone had just played a prank on her.

Before she could continue that train of thought though, the front door of the establishment opened. A bell signaled the fact and someone walked in. When Ari turned to look at her, she had to physically keep her jaw from falling on the floor.

This was, ultimately, for a few reasons.

First: The person who had reached out to her was none other than Nia Stone. "Who is this?" You may be asking? Well, none other than the richest woman in Lowlight City. Ari was such a fangirl that she knew most what anyone could know about her.

At just 18-years-old, Nia had already amassed a larger fortune than most people could dream of through inheritance. Of course, the majority of that money went into the tech company she owned, but now, at 27, she donated large sums to different charities, saving a lot of people's lives in the process.

It didn't hurt her image either that she was downright beautiful.

And, God, looking at her in person, Ari didn't understand how it was possible, but she looked even better in person. The perfect hourglass figure, slightly tanned skin, a two-piece suit and a pencil skirt, and fit legs to top it all off. Raven-colored hair tied into a ponytail and red eyes with a natural squint to them, looking right at Ari.

Ari gulped as Nia walked to her table.

"Hello, sorry I'm late, traffic was worse than I thought it would be."

Her voice was like the finest silk. Deeper than normal in a sultry way, but not unkind. That was Nia's whole aesthetic, really. Confident, but not arrogant.

"N-No problem." Ari breathed in to calm herself down. "I just got here."

"Oh, well, I'm glad you didn't have to wait for too long." Nia crossed her legs, Ari had to resist the urge to look away. She wanted to make eye contact, but those crimson eyes were a bit much to take in. "I, uh, I assume you know who I am."

"Yes, yes." Definitely. Nia sighed softly.

"Well, I guess this will be quicker then." Nia put a folder on the table and began to explain. "First of all, sign this."

"What's that?"

"An NDA. Non-disclosure agreement. I don't want what I'm going to tell you to get out."

"You're not gonna tell me you're some kind of superhero in need of a few massages before fighting crime, are you?"

Nia chuckled.

"I wish. No, the truth is far more boring." Ari nodded and signed the paper.

"Alright." The CEO breathed in. "Lately, my work has been kind of hitting me. We've been thinking of expanding into the small town of Halfgreen but the arrangements have been... Tedious, to say the least. Anyway, a friend advised me to seek some form of massage therapy. I was looking online and now we're here."

"Oh." Ari laughed nervously. "That is actually pretty simple."

"No, I'm just saving my "I'm Iron-Man" speech for later." Nia winked at her and Ari felt her heart speed up. "Well, that's what's going on."

"So, why make me sign the NDA?" Ari asked. "The expansion is public knowledge."

"Because, and this is what I didn't tell you," Nia leaned forwards, checking to see if anyone around was listening, "don't get me wrong, your advertisement was alright, but what really made me consider your services was the fact that you also work with futas."

Ari's eyes widened. Did she hear that right?

"Uh... So, um, you..."

"Yes, I am a futa." Nia nodded. Her confidence was still there, but Ari didn't mess the slight twitch of her bottom lip. "Recently, futas like myself have become more accepted in society but, to out myself right now would be a bit troublesome since we're expanding into such a small town. So, yes. I would like it very much if this remained a secret between us."

"O-Oh! No problem, seriously, I once dated a futa in high school. I'm cool with it."

"Nice to know." A genuine smile bloomed on Nia's face. "Well, that's what I wanted to let you know. Now, onto the business side of things," she opened up the folder. "This is the contract, it's not too many pages long, you should be able to read it in a few hours. Basically, we would schedule sessions from 9:00 pm which is when my work ends, till you see fit to end the session. We would meet three days a week and I would pay you the amount that you see at the bottom there."

"Where?"

"Right there." Nia pointed at a series of numbers.

Oh... Oh God. Ari almost gasped. She couldn't keep herself from staring.

Ten thousand dollars a month. She knew Nia could afford to toss out thousands like pennies but to see it in action was something else. To see it offered to her, that was something out of a dream.

And yet, that was the reality. Nia wanted to pay Ari ten thousand dollars a month for massages. Ari decided then and there that she was dreaming. No way. There was no way she was being paid this much to put her hands on one of the most beautiful women in the country.

"So, what do you say?"

"Y-YES!" Ari basically bowed. "I ACCEPT!"

"Well, the first session would be tonight, as a trial. So if I don't believe your work is satisfactory then we will not be hearing from one another."

"You won't be disappointed!" Ari smiled. Something shone in Nia's eyes.

"I sure hope not."

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That was how Ari ended up on an elevator, on her way to the top floor of Nia's company.

"You've got this." She repeated over and over again. When the elevator signaled its stop, Ari breathed deeply and straightened her back.

Her mission was simple. To give this woman the greatest massage a human had ever received. She wasn't sure what exactly Nia wanted, so she brought with her a pair of latex gloves, a towel, and some almond oil.

What exactly awaited her? Was she going to see a plain office? Was it going to be like a mansion but on top of a building?

The elevator led her to a hall with just two doors. As soon as she was about to knock on the one in front of her, it opened.

"Hello." Hearing that voice did things to Ari that she didn't understand. "Come in."

"Thanks." Ari nodded and followed after the woman.

It wasn't really what she was expecting, but it was flashy. Glass windows covered the room, overlooking the city and providing the kind of view that Ari had only seen from planes.

"Well, make yourself at home. I can't imagine that an uncomfortable person could make someone else comfortable."

"You'd be surprised." Ari found herself responding. "Uh, sometimes I get... Eccentric, clients. Still have to do my job though."

"Hm. That's admirable." Nia sounded impressed. "I took the liberty of buying a massage table and hooking up some speakers around the room, to add some elevator music to all of this."

"That's nice." Ari nodded. "I am the talking type though."

"Glad to hear that, because I'll be relying on you to carry most of the conversation," Nia smirked.

"Sure." Ari smiled in return. "You can just focus on relaxing."

"Will do."

With that, it was time to start things off.

"So, what do you want me to do for you?"

"Oh? I'm sorry, I was kind of hoping you'd just tell me to lie down and get started."

"I could." Ari chuckled. "But I want to make sure I don't do anything you don't want."

"There's not much you could do to me that I wouldn't want."

...

Wait. What?

Ari blinked. Did Nia just... flirt with her?

"O-Oh. Okay." She couldn't help but blush. "Well, I could do a full-body session. See where you're the tensest and work with that."

"That sounds fine." Nia took her shirt off. "Should I get naked?"

"That would help." Ari nodded. "But, you'll have a towel on so... I won't... You know, see any..."

"That's good." Nia sounded like she was having fun with this, at least. "Well, this is the craziest idea I've had in a while, but it's working out, I suppose."

"You should wait till I'm done to say that."

"Will do."

In a few seconds, Ari's hands were gloved and the most gorgeous woman she'd ever seen was naked, lying on her front with a towel covering her waist and her butt. Ari looked down at her hands. Well, this was the opportunity she'd been waiting for. She wasn't about to screw it up.

She couldn't keep stalling. She placed her hands on Nia's shoulder. Firm. That was the first thing she noticed. It wasn't that visible from the outside, but touching the woman's body now, that strength you could see in her character was definitely there in her muscles as well.

She spread the oil throughout the woman's body. Her tan skin shone brilliantly.

"So, what does a rich woman do for fun?" Ari asked brightly, trying to remove the somewhat tense feeling in the air.

"She gets massages from other beautiful women," Nia replied.

Oh.

Well, shit. That was not exactly subtle.

Nia laughed as Ari took a while to respond.

"Just teasing you a little, sweetheart." Nia chuckled and Ari could feel her lungs vibrate under her hands. "Well, not much, if I'm being honest. Usually, I like to read. Sometimes I'll catch a movie or watch some show online."

"What have you been watching?"

Ari's hands ran down the woman's lengthy back. Dimples of Venus were visible in a way that teased at what was being covered by the towel. Ari hadn't felt this much... Something, over someone in a long time.

"Oh, just a few rom-coms."

"Nia Stone is a hopeless romantic?" Ari asked with a light tone. "I wouldn't have guessed." Her fingers pushed into the woman's lower back and it earned her a sigh of pleasure.

"No, I'm a very hopeful romantic," Nia replied.

"When was your last relationship?" Ari hoped she hadn't asked too much. So far though, Nia appeared to be an open book. She skipped past the towel-clad area and her thighs and started pressing on the woman's calves.

"Hm... A year ago." Nia replied. "My God, your hands are great."

"I've been told," Ari smirked, not that Nia could see it.

"I bet." Nia chuckled. "I'm guessing you've made a lot of women very happy."

"And men." Ari began roaming back up, tending to the thighs she'd left alone earlier. They felt too good. Ari could feel her body warming up. There was a strange, sweet scent in the air and it took Ari a while to figure out that it was coming from Nia. Her perfume most be incredibly high quality.

"I could imagine, but that's not as interesting."

Okay. There's nothing wrong with a bit of playful flirting, right? Ari talked to everyone like this. Growing up, the most common thing that people would say about her was that she was a massive flirt. If she could do that with Nia, she was damn sure going to take advantage of that.

But, at that moment, a traitorous thought came to mind.

She wanted to feel Nia's ass. The way it acted as a bump on the landscape that was her body had Ari salivating. Greed. She was aware that that was all it was. Pure greed. But she still asked.

"Can I take the towel off?" Ari asked and quickly followed up with an explanation. "I mean, I can do more for you if I do... I mean."

Nia hesitated. Ari could see a sliver of something on her face, which turned to look at Ari. Yep, this was it. She had messed up and now she was about to get kicked out and a restraining order would definitely be involved.

"Okay."

What?

"What?"

"Okay." Nia nodded. "Take it off." She laughed. "Work your magic."

"You won't be disappointed."

"I'll bet."

With that and a nervous gulp, Ari took the towel off.

It was heaven. It was paradise in the form of a perfect, round ass. The tan skin only served to highlight the curves of her cheeks, made firm through years of exercise, probably. Ari's butt was bigger, but Nia's had a shape to it that could make models jealous.

Of course, below her cheeks, Ari could see Nia's penis poking out. Only, there was something about it she hadn't guessed could happen.

Nia was hard.

Even lying face-down, Ari could see it. Maybe this was why she sounded nervous? Well, Ari had dealt with hard dicks before, this wasn't a big deal. No matter how much it made Ari's mouth water.

And dear God, when Ari put her hands on Nia's butt, she had to hold herself back from leaning down and kissing a cheek.

"I'll, uh, I'll do your front in a moment."

"Could we maybe ignore that?" Nia asked. Her voice sounded less sure of itself.

"If, well, if you really want me to then I will... But, I don't mind, by the way."

"Hm?"

"Your, you know, situation."

"Wow. You actually brought it up." Nia was surprised.

"Yeah, it's happened before. It's normal, totally natural."

"It is?"

"Yeah." Ari placed a hand on Nia's shoulder. "So, trust me, it won't get in the way."

"Okay... Then, if you're sure."

"I am."

With that out of the way, Ari could focus completely on the woman's butt. She squeezed and pushed, all while biting on her bottom lip and hoping the thudding of her heart wasn't audible. It felt too good.

Jake's was nothing to write home about. This was something to write books about.

Oh, shit. Jake. Her boyfriend appeared in her mind. Come to think of it, everything she'd been doing a few seconds ago was massively inappropriate. She had gone too far. She needed to tell Nia that she was in a relationship, no matter how boring- Where did that thought come from?

Anyway, she wasn't available. No matter how hot the woman under her was.

"O-Okay. I'm done with the back."

Nia turned on her own.

Oh, no. Only now did Ari realize what a mistake this was. Firstly, her chest, again, smaller than Ari's but still great to see, was pushing up and down with Nia's breaths. She had abs, toned beyond belief. An actual six-pack, nearly an eight-pack. But, worst of all, her cock.

It sprang up with her movement and stood proudly so Ari could see it. It had to be eight inches. Had to be. Maybe nine. And, now that it wasn't smothering her other part, Ari could see Nia's pussy, where a man's balls would be.

Oh, this was a mistake. Judging by Nia's blushing face, which was cute in a way Ari didn't know Nia could be, she might have been thinking the same thing.

"Okay, I'll... I'll start."

"Good." Nia closed her eyes. Ari was glad. Better that they don't have to make eye-contact for all of this.