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comfortable massage couch, coupled with her already-intoxicated state, led her to quickly doze off, but she was awakened almost instantly by the masseur’s greeting.
     
    “Hallo, ma’am,” he said professionally. “In the mood for a massage?”
     
    “Mmm, yes,” Eloise murmured, wishing the masseur would shut up and get to work.
     
    “Very good, ma’am,” the masseur answered, oiling his hands. He lifted back the sheet, exposing Eloise’s lithe back, where he poured a small amount of the oil and began to work it in with strong hands. Eloise began to doze back to sleep.
     
    Some minutes later, she felt a soft nudge from the masseur, who asked her to roll over. Eloise thought to herself that a massage couch should be made to flip the patron over without any effort of her own. As the masseur’s muscular fingertips worked Eloise’s arms, biceps, and temples, Eloise happened to gaze upon the masseur’s face: he was a Swedish man in his early 30s with blond hair and bright blue eyes, the corners creased in concentration. Seeing Eloise’s eyes open, he smiled warmly and continued to work. Eloise counted the hours since she’d last had someone; it had been at least ten, she decided, and that was long enough. The masseur began to wrap up the massage.
     
    “Sir, you’ve missed a place,” Eloise said.
     
    “I beg your pardon, ma’am?” the Swede asked, looking puzzled.
     
    “There is a place on my body that has not received your excellent attentions, my good man, and I should very much like for you to pay it the same care.” She glanced significantly down at the blanket covering her lower torso.
     
    “Oh, of course, ma’am,” the masseur replied. “Most patrons do not care to have their legs massaged, for modesty’s sake.” He carefully moved the blanket off of Eloise’s right leg, expertly keeping Eloise’s privates covered. Eloise rolled her eyes and huffed to herself. The masseur’s hands felt good on her legs, but the sensations so close to her groin began to stimulate her and tweak her lust further. The masseur’s bottom looked inviting, she thought.
     
    Finishing one leg, the masseur covered Eloise and repeated the exercise on the left leg. Again he began to wrap up the massage.
     
    “That was most relaxing, sir,” Eloise said, bringing out her finest manners, “but I’m afraid there is still a place that has not received your attention, and now more than ever, I should like very much for you to give it the same care.”
     
    The masseur looked perplexed. “I beg your pardon, ma’am,” he said, “but I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
     
    Eloise used her hands to frame her feminine flower under the covers. “In this region, sir,” she said eagerly.
     
    The masseur started, and then recoiled indignantly. “Ma’am!” he said, taken aback, “This is not that type of establishment, and I am not that type of masseur!”
     
    Eloise concealed a scowl and adopted some additional charm. She’d encountered people like this before. Nothing a winning smile and some sweet words couldn’t handle.
     
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said innocently. “I thought that after having provided such excellent service, you’d be interested in going beyond the call. Of course, if you really were disinclined to provide the service that my body needs,” she continued, flashing her smile, “I’m sure we could work something else out.” She made a light thrusting motion beneath the covers.
     
    The masseur’s jaw dropped, he took a breath, and then left. Eloise scowled at the empty room. She was horny, and it was that masseur’s fault! Oh, well, she thought. She could take care of herself here…
     
    Before she could even do so much as touch herself, the masseur and the deck manager entered the room.
     
    “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to get dressed and come with me,” the deck manager said brusquely but with careful textbook courtesy.
     
    “What’s this all about?” Eloise