The Chair

Years ago, the parking lot of this mall would have been filled at 7:00 PM. Now, it’s bare bones as it nears its current closing time of 8:00 PM. Every store that I had ever shopped in is now gone. Not sure how the one department store, or the comic book store keeps it alive, but they do. Most people now use it as somewhere to get exercise, though the three floors have now been reduced to only one being accessible. The only reason I'm stopping by is to use the massage chair that's planted in the lobby. It's strange seeing these two leather chairs in the middle of the floor when there's hardly anyone there to use them. I passed them before on several trips to the Victoria's Secret that is also gone.

"Recharge And Relax" said the sign that is right next to the money receptacle to activate a chair. Back then, I bought my body sprays, and was on to the next store when I’d see them, and recalled a similar chair that I used at Walmart. It wasn't bad, so I decided that I would come back to the mall to test this one out. I came today, specifically, to use the chair. I have been experiencing back and neck pain: I’m old, and I thought the chair would temporarily stop it. Or, if nothing else, feel nice. I'm delighted to find that both chairs are unoccupied. It's already 7:15 PM, and the place will be closing in 45 minutes. If both were taken, I would’ve been pissed. If only one was open I would have felt awkward sitting by somebody else. Maybe the thought of paying for the massage drove people away—not me.

I knew the drill. I got my money out, and I shoved a $5 bill into the machine. That gave me 15 minutes of relaxation. Happily, I fell into the chair. There were places for your legs to go, but I put mine on top of those things. They reminded me of blood pressure cuffs the way they tighten around the calves, then go slack; not very comfortable. I leaned back, clutched my purse, and waited for my massage to begin. It’s funny, because whatever stage it left off from the person prior is where it picks up again. There isn’t a list of settings, or the stages of massage that it goes through. Whoever came before me was getting their back beat up! Moderately, but still a bit rough to start with. I couldn't help but giggle, because this was unexpected.

It felt like someone was knocking on both sides of my spine, moving up from my tailbone to the base of my skull. Thankfully, I didn't have a headache. The knocking lasted a good two minutes. The mechanism inside the chair then switched to a soft kneading. It literally felt like two hands were moving down my back and grasping at my tired muscles. Now this… Ahhh… this is what I came for! I put my head back against the headrest and relaxed as the chair rubbed down my neck, then my shoulder blades, down my spine, to my lower back. All of a sudden, it went lower… to my butt! My eyes snapped open, first from the surprise of it going there, then because it really felt like hands were groping my ass! I didn't remember the chair at Walmart doing this… It felt nice, and while I realized that a real masseur would behave like this, I was still stunned by the chair.

The “hands” moved up my back again. Now, the setting changed to an aggressive kneading… unbelievable! It even moved up my neck, and into my head… Why have I not done this before? I looked at the clock that showed how much time I had left: eight minutes. I closed my eyes again as the kneading turned into a straight, continuous rubbing up the center of my back, with medium pressure behind it. I felt this wild prickling in my scalp that let me know I was enjoying this. Every so often an eye flickered open to see if anyone was watching me. I only saw two women power-walking around together, deep in conversation. Ok… I'm good.

The mechanical hands went back to grasping at my skin. This time, they went super slow, moving down my back. Only now, I felt the seat under my ass move. Oh my God! It feels like there are real hands down there, too! Like someone is palming me… rubbing both cheeks while someone else is massaging the hell out of my back. I couldn't help but feel slightly aroused. The mechanism of the chair used enough pressure to make it seem like there were hands all over me. This was an experience that I have never felt before. I didn't mean to get turned on… but with these hands going down my back, and the other pair gripping my ass, I know I let out a sigh that would have sounded naughty to any passers by.

I looked at that clock again. Three more minutes. Damn… I’m not sure if the pain I had was being remedied, but I'm definitely getting something out of this! The hands started a circling motion up and down my back, up my neck, up through the back of my head, and back down. The seat was still massaging my cheeks. The cheeks on my face felt flushed. Why does this feel so good? I hate to admit it, but I'm sure I'll be wet by the time this is over.

At this point, I'm imagining a guy—any guy—is the one responsible for this dirty massage that started so innocently. His strong hands just moved up and down my back. His thumbs went in circles as they pressed into my muscles. He glided down my back to my butt, and firmly squeezed both cheeks. I know a moan escaped from my mouth, but I didn't care; he was doing a good fucking job. Yes, touch me…

All of a sudden, he stopped. There were no hands on me anymore. My time was up; the machine stopped. I glanced around guiltily, hoping no one saw or heard me misusing the massage chair. With no one in sight, I jumped up, realizing my back didn't hurt at all. I considered putting more money in, but I knew the mall would be closing for the night. I have to come back…

As I headed for the exit, a sheen of sweat visible on my forehead, I heard one of the women that was walking around ask her friend, “You got change for $10?”