Royce (46 page)

It was her eighth month that drove her crazy, the baby was pushing on a nerve and her back hurt like crazy.  “Oh god my back hurts," she told Royce and he tried to rub out the pain and she tried to walk out the pain and Sister Anna Maria checked her and said everything was normal, but as the body makes room the organs get pushed aside.  Maybe something is pushed up against a nerve, “I can give you pain medication, it will help.” “No, it might hurt the baby.”  “It’s safe, I wouldn’t give you anything that would hurt your baby senora,” she said, but Joy wouldn’t chance it, she thought she could get through it.  It couldn’t possibly last too long. 

Through the headphones Jameson heard her in the day and heard her in the night while Royce’s steady breathing was beside her he heard her fretting, tossing and turning, and after days of this he went to her.  She was lying in bed wearing Spanish maternity clothes, a big loose top and flouncy skirt.  He could tell she was in pain, he’d heard her and seen her walking in the courtyard trying to do something.  Her door was open, he saw her lying there her hand over her forehead, he knocked gently, she looked up and her eyes showed the strain. “Oh Jameson you need something?”  He could hear the pain in her voice and he walked in and shut the door, “I can see you’re still in pain, is it still your back?”  She nodded.  “I can help you ma’am, I can help,”  he’d debated and stressed himself a bit wanting to help her but was so afraid.  He didn’t want her to think differently of him, but hearing her day in and day out in pain, his heart hurting for her he finally decided to go to her.

Joy looked at him, “You can help?  If you can help take this pain away then you’re a miracle worker,” she said.  “I can, it’s a technique I learned when I was guarding a diplomat in India,” he said, “It’s most effective, my wife had severe back pain with our son and I did it to her and it worked, no more pain,” he said.  Now he had Joy’s attention, “Really then do it, whatever you have to do,” she said.  “That’s it ma’am, that’s what I must explain…I don’t want to be inappropriate and have you think of me in a different light.  I have to touch you and it may feel intimate and I don’t want you to think I’m being anything…other than taking away your pain. I don’t want you to think of it in any way other than it is the method I must use…,” he was rambling on and on.  “Jameson what are you talking about I don’t understand what you’re talking about?”  “It’s the technique it’s…I have to touch you…I don’t want you to think…”  He’d learned the technique in Mumbai. 

He was in India, he and his partner had the night off and decided to take in the sights.  They walked around looking at the people and checking the markets to see if they wanted to buy anything to take back to their loved ones so they just walked, looking and talking and they turned a corner and there they saw about five Indian men, men with the turbans on their head and they had people against the wall of a building and were touching them, up under their clothes.  Lots of people were standing around and they didn’t know what to make of it, it looked like they were molesting tourists.  Standing behind them their hands under their clothes and the patron with hands against the wall like he was being held up by the police.  They stood there and watched, when one Indian man finished with a customer the guy gladly gave him the rupees he asked for and he was smiling and thanking him.  The customer picked up his coat and put on his shoes and left and another person took his place.  The Indian men were bowing and thanking them for their business, he watched as he stood behind the new customer, it was a woman, her hands against the wall and he clapped his hands together and rubbed them together vigorously, then he touched her down the side of her neck, then he moved down her back, his hands went under her shirt and Jameson could see her shirt moving like a small rodent was crawling around under it but her sounds of, “Oh, ah, ah,” showed it felt good and that’s what all the people were doing making pleasurable noises.

“By god what in the world is this?”  His partner said, “I couldn’t began to tell you,” so they walked up and watched for a moment and discovered it was an ancient massage technique that took away pain in the body.  It looked weird but everyone was pleased when their turn was up. “What do you think?”  His partner asked. “I don’t know it looks like he’s fucking them,” he whispered and his partner laughed, “I’ll try it if you will.”

He went to one man with a turban and his partner to another.  “Place your feet firmly on the ground and your hands flat against the wall,” the man told him after he’d taken off his shoes.  He felt the man stand behind him his crotch against his backside and he didn’t like it one bit, but the man clapped, rubbed his hands together, and touched his forehead right in the center, he rubbed around and around.  He’d had a headache from all the noise and unfamiliar smells, it was like he was zeroing in on that spot, then he moved down his neck, he pressed down his neck as he went.  He pulled his shirt from his pants and went from the top of his back down, he rolled his fist and knuckles down his spine and he felt this sensation in his body, he felt his body releasing, opening.  Then he used his thumbs to roll and press along the sides and Jameson felt his body giving in and releasing every pent up, twisted, tied in knots feelings he had, “Tell me when the pain is gone sir,” the turbaned man said and sure enough he felt it leave his body and he said, “Now.”

“Ah good, we are done sir,” the man said and he stepped away from Jameson and bowed to him, “Thank you sir for letting me serve you,” the man said, and Jameson found himself acting like everyone else he was so grateful and felt so good, so alive. He bowed and thanked the man and gladly gave him the rupees he asked for plus a huge tip.  His partner felt the same, “Man I feel like a new man don’t you?”  And he couldn’t agree more.

They went on sightseeing and messing around and later found themselves passing that same building and they saw the men packing up going home. “Let’s find out how they do that,” he said, “I could use a technique like that.”  They approached one of them and asked, “Can you teach us how to massage like that?”  “I can but it is a service, if it put to good use I can,” the man said and they told him they’d put it to good use.  “Follow me,” he said.  They had no idea where they were they just followed the man through the slums of India.  People spoke to him as he walked by, then he turned and stopped in front of pieced together shack.  He took off his shoes, they did the same.

The place was small, his wife was preparing something in a pot and a child was lying on a blanket.  She was startled to see them, but he said something in Indian, she bowed, removed the pot from the fire, took the child and left.  The man sat down crossed his legs Indian style and they did the same, “I will teach you for a price,” he said and told them, “Each of you give me half of what you have in your pockets.  This is ancient medicine, you must not think it is cheap,” he said and they emptied their wallets and gave him half.  “Good now you will learn,” and he showed them and when his partner asked about the sexual nature of it.

“It is not about arousal, you are a servant of the medicine, it should not matter if your customer is male, female, child, you see.  Your focus is on the points, the points of the body that control the pain, the tension, all bodies are one in the same.  Your focus is to release the tension, not arousal,” he said, “The planting of the hands and feet is important, it grounds your customer to earth.  Make sure feet are bare and flat to the ground and hands are flat to the wall,” and he showed them how to find the pressure points, and that night they went back to their hotel room.

They shared a room with two double beds, it was either the CIA or the diplomat being cheap, “Okay let’s practice.”

They were in their underwear, the man had also told them it was best done with a barrier between you and your customer when you press against them, “That is only to brace them firmly, it is nothing more, then there is no suspicion,” he said of the standing behind the person.  His partner wanted to practice on him first.  Jameson leaned against the wall and planted his feet, his partner stood behind him, his crotch against his backside.  He clapped his hands and rubbed them, he touched his neck and went down and as he rolled his fist and knuckles down his back Jameson felt him growing aroused.  He jumped away, “Hey man what the hell?” “Aww man I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.”

"Ah well okay let me do you and I assure you Mr. Hard Dick will not appear.”  His partner was ashamed and looked away, but he stood against the wall and planted his feet.  Jameson stood behind his partner, placed his crotch against his backside.  He clapped his hands and went down his neck, then he rolled his fist and knuckles down his spine, he began to touch the places on the back he’d been shown and before he knew it he was aroused against his partner who jumped like he did, “Oh who’s Mr. Hard Dick now?”  And he couldn’t say anything, “Fuck, I’m going to bed,” he was so mad at himself, he didn’t want to be with a man, what the hell was that all about?  The Indian man had massaged all over them and he didn’t get a hard on.
What was wrong with them?

He lay there ashamed, thinking,
we’re American,
he thought,
everything is sexual to us even when it shouldn’t be.

Now he was offering to do this to Joy.  The woman he loved, but since then he’d done it many times without getting aroused, except with his wife.  He always got aroused with her, but this was Joy, she was so damn pretty, but she was in so much pain.

“It worked for your wife?” She wasn’t looking at him, her eyes were closed and her hand across her forehead.  She looked like she just hurt, just hurt all over and he wanted to reach out and pull her in his arms.  “Yes”, he said but he didn’t tell her they were naked when he did it and by the time her pain was gone they were so hot for each other he’d enter her right there, her hands still against the wall and fuck her brains out. “But I don’t want you to think anything, I don’t want to do anything to upset you…”

"Jameson I know you don’t want me like that, you call me ma’am for god sakes!”  He looked shocked at her, not at her outburst, but that was the problem, he did want her and he didn’t want her to know it. 

To Joy a man didn’t want a woman he called ma’am.  He’d relegated her to undesirable, unattainable, not someone he could be romantically involved with, “If you can take this pain away then you have to help me!”  She did look at him now, her eyes tearing a bit and the pain showing.  “Okay but please ma’am…”, “For god sakes Jameson, just do it!” “Okay I need you to get out of bed and stand by the wall.” 

He took off his shoes and showed her how to stand against the wall, her hands flat, her feet flat on the floor.  Joy was breathing hard and wincing she was in so much pain.  When he had her in the right position he stood behind her, “This is the part that’s somewhat intimate ma’am but I have to do it, it braces you in place,” he said, “I’m sorry ma’am.” and he pressed his crotch against her backside. “Oh,” Joy said in surprise. “Are you ready?”  “Yes,” he raised up her shirt and unhooked her bra, he felt his hands tremble a bit at that. 
Stop it
, he warned himself and he rubbed his hands together.  He’d stopped doing the clap a long time ago, it always seemed silly to him.  Then he pressed up and down the sides of her neck, then he rolled his fist and knuckles down her spine. “Oh,” she said this time softer, like that felt good and he went to work, wanting nothing more than to take her pain away.  He used his thumbs to find her pressure points and massaged her back and sometimes he knew he rubbed her more sensually than he should.  He couldn’t help it he was fighting against his man’s desire and helping her it was a struggle and sometimes he gave in just a little and then he felt it, felt it growing and getting harder and harder, and the next thing he knew he was hard against her, “Aw nooo, I’m sorry Mrs. Harrington, I’m sorry I’ll stop!”  “No, Jameson you said you’d take the pain away.  You have to help me, forget about that, help me!” 

Joy had been feeling what he was doing and she felt her pain ebbing away, he was taking it away and her body was opening, releasing the tension and he was helping her.  He couldn’t stop because of a god damn hard on when the pain wasn’t gone, she wanted it gone and this was working. “Okay, but fuck!...I’m sorry ma’am,”  he kept going, he was so damn hard, and he was fighting his desires, he wanted to hump her, just a few pumps against her.  He knew he moved her skirt a little too far down when he went to the base of her spine, he could see the top of her crevice.  He caressed her, pressed her pressure points, rolled his knuckles down her spine, gently touched her sides where her swollen belly connected to her waist, all while fighting the urge to turn her around and take her in his arms and take her to bed.  Other than his wife he’d never wanted someone so bad.  He fought against that and did what he knew would help and finally she said, “It’s gone.  Oh god Jameson it’s gone,” he stepped back. 

He untucked his shirt to cover his aroused crotch, at least it wasn’t visible even though it was still there.  Joy stood up, pain free, “Hook me up please," she said adjusting her clothes, he did with trembling hands.  Joy looked at him smiling but he was tormented, she softened, “You’re a man Jameson, don’t worry it happens okay, you tried to warn me.  I just didn’t understand, don’t worry about it.  You helped me that’s the most important thing,” she said.  She wanted to hug him, but he looked so pained she thought that might send him over the edge.  “I know you want to be professional at all times, but you helped me and that’s what counts,” she walked to the door, so far all he’d done was nod and acknowledge her but she could see he was tore up about his response to her. 

They walked out her happy as can be and him torn to pieces, “I’m famished,” she said.  She hadn’t eaten in days, her appetite left when the pain set in, she was chattering away now, “You have to show Royce how to do that…”  “Show Royce what?”  Royce was coming down the foyer, he’d been coming to check on her off and on the last few days he’d been so worried about her.  He walked towards them, she went to him smiling and kissed him. He saw her smiling, then he looked at Jameson, “What’s the matter with you?”  Jameson looked pale and stricken, and he wondered did something happen back home?  “Oh he gave me a back massage and you know how he is, always the professional,” Joy said trying to play it down.