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Victoria moves into the dark room, and is informed that her client is going to enter a short while later. She knows what she must do, and works through her usual routine, setting up her oils and ensuring that the temperature of the room is just right, and that her hands are the right temperature, and that she has a beaming smile on her face. Good customer requires plenty of subtle preparation, although one would not know it unless one is seasoned enough to see customer needs when they are seeds that even the customer is unaware of.She stands against a wall with a plush wall carpet on it, and wonders who her next client is. The client turns out to be a Hollywood starlet whose first name is Susanna. She?s been making a minor splash in the celebrity circuit because of her dalliances. In contrast to her modest showbiz resume, Susanna behaves as though she?s won a few Academy awards. She is supercilious and thinks that people in the service industry are dirt beneath her feet. Nothing pisses Victoria off more, but she decides to calm herself and stays professional.?How long have you been a masseuse?? Susanna asks her, although her tone tells Victoria that she has completely malign intentions in asking her question. Victoria has no option but to answer her, since she doesn?t want to be disagreeable or unprofessional.?A year and a half,? she tells Susanna truthfully.?So you?ve seen plenty of customers,? Susanna asks her.Victoria nods.?Do people wonder about your flat chest?? Susanna asks.It hurts Victoria. She has come to terms with her chest and knows that girls like her probably stay flat on top all their lives. She?s heard all the jokes. She?s heard girls and guys call her a landing strip behind her back. She?s heard a joke about why boobs are çankaya escort (http://kadinguzelligi.com/ad-category/cankaya-escort/) like soda. Nobody likes them flat. She?s never really had someone directly ask her about her flat chest, though. This is a new level of rudeness, and she wonders how Susanna ever made any friends in Hollywood or elsewhere.She ignores the rude question, and continues to massage Susanna?s long, golden blonde hair. She?s asked for a full body massage, and whether Victoria is massaging an angel or a bitch, she decides that being professional in her approach and at least several feet north of competent is a must. Personally, though, she wants to strangle Susanna.Susanna doesn?t repeat that question, but she is offended by the lack of response. Victoria feels her tense a tad under her skillful fingers. She pours another capful of grape seed oil on her palms, rubs them together, and runs her hands through Susanna?s hair. Susanna?s hair is a striking golden in color, so with a healthy amount of oil in it, it shines like polished gold. It is a very attractive head of hair, Victoria notes to herself. Too bad that it belongs to such a bitch.She gathers up Susanna?s hair in a mass, and massages the oil into the greater portion of it, making sure she reaches the roots, and making sure her tugs and squeezes don?t bother her client. Susanna jerks her head impatiently, and Victoria senses that her client is upset. She knows that that is none of her business right then, though. She knows that to engage her in conversation may mean she ends up being her whipping girl.She feels loath to move away from Susanna?s lovely, blonde hair, but she knows the time is nigh. She lathers her palms with more oil, and starts working on Susanna?s neck and shoulders. rus escort (http://kadinguzelligi.com/ad-category/rus-escort/) Susanna moans at the pleasure of so much tension being released in one fell swoop.She continues working on her client?s shoulders, when Susanna?s verbal diarrhea plagues them yet again.?You are a skilled masseuse,? she says.Victoria is pleasantly surprised. Perhaps she misjudged her client.?Why thank you,? she says.?You?re welcome, can you increase the pressure,? Susanna says, as Victoria uses her palms down her upper back, massaging in a thick layer of grape seed oil into it.Victoria says yes and does just that. She presses her weight down on her palms, warm feelings for her client pervading her mind.?I still want the answer to my earlier question,? Susanna says. ?It is only a factual question.??Sorry, what was the question again?? Victoria says, hoping that it is another question.?Do you get a lot of comments about your flat chest?? Susanna says, with just as much rudeness as earlier.Victoria is more annoyed this time than she is shocked. She is working her client?s lower back now, and applies the proper pressure. She decides that an appropriate response is required to someone who shows this much disrespect.?That is not a subject I want to discuss, ma?am,? Victoria says, trying to keep her voice as polite as humanly possible.She continues to knead the delicate flesh on her client?s lower back, and hears her moan, but also senses the anger in her from her body.Susanna doesn?t say anything, and Victoria hopes that that uncomfortable topic is passed. A gorgeous woman with a beautiful body, and an abundance in mammary endowments is obsessed with her masseuse?s lack thereof. That doesn?t compute.She moves down to Susanna?s buttocks, and kneads some eryaman escort (http://kadinguzelligi.com/ad-category/eryaman-escort/) oil into the juiciest parts of those glutes. Susanna sighs in pleasure. She is lost in her appreciation of the massage, and Victoria hopes that the danger is past. Her hope is in vain. As she works her client?s buttocks, Susanna asks her again.?Girl, I want to know about your experience,? she says, ?I am only trying to help you. You can?t be too stupid to understand that.?Victoria steps back from her client. Enough is enough.?I will stop your massage at this point, ma?am,? she says, looking at the actress lovely neck and wondering how it would feel to wrap her fingers around it and squeeze tightly.?I?m paying you for this massage, bitch!? Susanna says, sitting up and facing Victoria, her oiled blonde locks falling down her shoulders. Victoria thinks she looks more like a she wolf than a woman when she?s angry, no matter how beautiful she is. She has enormous breasts, and her persistent focus on Victoria?s flat chest makes it doubly bitchy.?You?re not paying me for abuse, bitch,? Victoria says in an even tone, keeping her cool and crossing her hands across her chest.Susanna leaps up from the table, almost slips off it because of the oil on it, and then gains a standing position.?Flat bitch!? she says in a spiteful voice.?Shut it bitch!? Victoria says, glaring right back at her client turned enemy.They face each other. There appears to be no doubt that the little massage room is like a powder keg with a spark in it. Both of them know that ignition has already happened, and the next stage of the explosion is only a matter of time.Susanna takes the first step. She reaches out and slaps Victoria across the left cheek. It is a resounding slap, and the sting from it burns all across the greater area of her cheek. She staggers from the force of the slap, and tears spill involuntarily from her eyes. She knows though that she did not strike the first blow and she will not shrink from striking the second.Susanna is aggressive in her attack.