Cal had worked in Finance on Wall Street for 20 years before he'd made enough to quit and open his own spa here in town. He'd gotten his massage therapy license simply because he wanted to be able to talk about the treatments his spa offered intelligently, and to cover his therapists when they went on vacations.
After the serum, he had started seeing one-time clients as requested. Having the ability to dramatically alter bodies through massage was his gift, and the spa was doing brisk business because of it.
Entering into the treatment room dressed in the white bootie shorts and white muscle tank with the logo of the spa emblazoned across the right pec, he smiles at the man laying on the massage table. “Hi, I’m Cal and I’ll be giving you your massage today. Was there anything you wanted me to focus on in particular?”
