The mysterious and often unorthodox world of a professional massage therapist is the backdrop for this sultry, humorous, and sizzling story of new love. The sexy, funny, and sometimes plain awkward encounters of professional massage therapist and German import Angie parallel her romance with Marcus, a writer of mystery novels. While working through the twists and turns of this new passion, the pair is tested by dark characters in both of their lives.
Secrets of a Massage Therapist is an intriguing story by debut novelist Andy Vogt. It will hook you, make you laugh and smile. Most of all, it will keep you entertained to the very last page.
Meet the author…
Andy has worked as a professional massage therapist for many years, and as such she promotes personal transformation and a healthy lifestyle in her private life as well as in public appearances. Originally from Germany, this free and independent spirit has a passion for writing and a deliciously wild and crazy imagination. One day her warped sense of humor met a keyboard. The rest is history. She is now a published author, freelance writer, and public speaker.
When asked if the novel is based on true events and a reflection of her life, the slightest hint of a coy smile appears on Andy’s face. “It is fiction and a child of my imagination. But naturally, as with a lot of good novels, the book is based on my personal experiences. And–I’m sure, if those stories didn’t happen to me, they happened to somebody somewhere…” And what about those steamy love scenes between Angie and Marcus? Andy smiles, leans back, and winks coquettishly. “As I said, I have a wild and crazy imagination…”
Visit Andy at www.andyvogtbooks.com
Secrets of a Massage Therapist by Andy Vogt is now available in paperback on Amazon.com and anywhere books are sold, and in e-book format on Amazon Kindle and Barnes&Noble Nook.
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Life Is Too Short–So Kiss Slowly,
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The following is a little excerpt from ‘Secrets of a Massage Therapist’. Lean back, relax…and enjoy!
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My next client, Tom, was a fairly new addition. One of my regulars had referred him to me, and when I first saw him I was afraid my table wouldn’t hold him. I had estimated him to be about 6’5″ with a very muscular physique, kind of like a professional wrestler.
The table held up, but that first massage was quite a workout for me, and I was completely covered in sweat afterwards. Based on that experience I now asked him to turn up the A/C a little. He eased onto the table and I prepared myself for a workout.
He had earlier told me that he was a bookkeeper for a small automotive company, and as I beheld his nearly 300-pound frame, I smiled at the thought of him being a paper pusher.
I went to work, and he almost immediately dozed off, and just a few minutes later I heard him snoring. Several minutes passed as I worked my magic, the only sound that of pounding skin and air flow. Suddenly I heard a noise at the door, and I looked over. It was Tom’s wife, but not like I had ever seen her before.
She wore the determined look of an Amazon going into battle, and she just silently stood there–her strong and muscular legs slightly spread.
She said nothing, but her outfit spoke volumes.
She was dressed as a dominatrix, with knee-high boots with high heels, fishnet stockings, and a black leather body garment sporting two holes–one for each of her dark red, almost purple nipples.
She seemed strangely enchanted by my deer-in-the-headlights look. I stopped the massage and watched her slowly walk over to her still snoring husband. The whip she had hidden behind her back now appeared, and she used it to slap him on his back. I stepped back further.
“How many times have I told you not to get a massage without my permission?”
Startled, Tom jumped, and tried to turn over.
“Don’t you move! Not ’til I tell you.” She slapped him again and he stopped fidgeting. As for me, I just stared in disbelief.
“So you want to test me? You asked for it, you got it. Punishment will be swift!” With one quick move she pulled the sheet off him. “Get down, on your hands and knees, and crawl.”
She moved away from the table and stood waiting for him to follow her orders. He slowly lifted his head and glanced over at me in a silent cry for help. Then, this huge, lumbering man carefully got down on his hands and knees–his head hanging down like a dog who knows he has done something wrong–and slowly crawled towards his wife. I sat on a nearby armchair, unable to look away. Soon he had made it over to his wife. She slapped him again, this time on his buttocks.
“I have a very special punishment for you today, just to make sure this won’t happen again.” She pointed to her feet with the whip. “Here–lick my shoes, and then my feet. But do it right. Don’t make me tell you again.”
He did. He first licked her left shoe, and then the right one, before slipping the shoes off and licking both of her feet.
“You missed a spot.” She pointed to the top of her right foot. He followed her demand. This spectacle took several minutes.
“Good boy, good boy!” Tom lifted his head with a little smile on his face at his wife’s approval. He had not said a single word during all of this.
“Okay, you can follow me now.” She motioned for him to get up. I wondered, follow her where?
The basement…?
She held out her hand to me. “Here’s your check. You don’t mind letting yourself out, do you?” I took the check, and she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Tom followed her like a dog on a leash.
It only took me a minute to pack my stuff. I backed out of the driveway and took one last look at the neat house with a fenced-in back yard, rose bushes and trees, a mailbox painted with colorful flowers, a minivan in the driveway, and a family dog.
Just a typical all-American family…
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