Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or its characters, but I sure would like to!

Author's note: This story has graphic sexual content so be warned. Also entirely in Bella's point of view. All Human.

The Customer

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BPOV

I moaned internally as I thought of another day of work. I never thought I would come to hate this profession. You see, in college I had become fascinated with sexual massage. It just intrigued me to think that I could bring the poor people of this world pleasure. They deserved it, I thought constantly. I signed up for the class only to find that I was the only one! My professor had a very busy schedule, so instead of conventional learning in a classroom I learned at his house.

I had passed with flying colors and the school referred me to a facility not far from my apartment. I figured I would only be there until I got my own practice. I was quickly proven wrong. I have worked at Relief for two years now, and though I'm closer to my goal to get my own practice, I am still far short.

I looked over at my alarm and read 6:30 am. Well, I guess I have time to make a good breakfast, look nice, and relax a little before I have to leave for work. Relief doesn't take appointments until 10:00, so I get to start pretty late. I sat up in my bed and looked around my room. It wasn't totally glamorous, but it wasn't bad either. I had a nice queen sized bed with dark and light brown coverings. The walls were painted a dark chocolate color with beige trim. All the wood in my room was mahogany from the little night stands on either side of the bed, to the bookshelf, dresser, and full length mirror standing next to it. There was no closet because I didn't need one. My best friend Alice had practically had a heart attack when she heard that. She is a fashionista. I'm not. Plants adorned every available surface and the bookcase was full of classics and poetry.

I slowly stood and stretched hearing my joints pop as I awakened. I walked into my bathroom, a theme of whites and blues, and started the shower. I shaved and washed my hair and body with my strawberry scented shampoo and soap. Then I got out, wrapped a towel around myself and brushed my teeth. I had this strange feeling that something amazing was going to happen today so I flossed and used mouthwash too. I then walked into my room, put on extra deodorant, lotioned myself up, put some baby powder on and went to my dresser. I debated on which underwear set to use and decided to wear this dark blue lingerie set that Alice had gotten me. It still had the tags on it. She told me to wear it for a date. What can I say, I just had this feeling.

I looked through all my clothes and found the dark blue blouse that Alice always says brings out my creamy skin and a black denim miniskirt to go with it. I put them on and looked at my shoes, finally picking the strappy black heels Alice got me. Thank god the heel was small. I didn't need more problems with my coordination; I was clumsy enough as it is!

I then looked in the full length mirror and decided to leave my hair down so it could fall softly in waves down my back. I went into the bathroom and put on a small amount of makeup and then headed for the kitchen.

I figured that a good breakfast was in order since I had the time to spare and quickly went looking for my special can of Cinnamon rolls. I always kept a can on hand for special occasions or emotional meltdowns. I felt like today was going to be special, so I greased a bake pan, stuck them on it and put them in the oven. I timed them for thirty minutes, and then went to the living room to watch some TV.

As I sat on the couch, I perused my apartment. It wasn't what you'd call the height of style, but it was nice for me. The walls in the living room were done in pale creams and beiges. There was a white sofa with a chaise lounge on the end for lazy days. I had plants on end tables on either side of the couch. A 36 in. television graced the space in the middle. The walls had pictures of my mom and dad and I in light woods. There was one huge window in the front of the room that let in all the light, and it was draped in thick, dark brown curtains.

It screamed me. My touch and personality were everywhere, making this space comfortable. Alice had balked at the colors, the plants, and the furniture. Okay, she had protested to everything. Stupid pixie. But I had loved it and it was my apartment. So the changes stayed and Alice made a face whenever she came over.

I snatched the remote off the coffee table in front of the couch and switched on the TV. I flipped through the movie channels looking for something good, and finally settling on Pirates of the Caribbean 3, again. Will they ever stop playing that movie? I mean they play it at least fifty times a day. Every day. It's starting to get old. I'm pretty sure everyone on the planet has seen it by now.

I heard the oven timer go off and got up to go take out the rolls. They smelled wonderful as I set them down on the counter. I took the icing and spread it on them then got a spatula and scraped them off the pan and onto a plate. I took three and stuck the rest in the fridge for tomorrow, then made my way to the living room once more.

After the movie was over and my breakfast finished, I realized that it was time to go and walked down the stairs to my garage. My car was not a pretty thing, but again it was me. I had a red ford truck from the sixties, which was rusted. It looked like a behemoth, but I loved it because it had character and it was safe. It was the kind of car you saw after an accident that was totally unscathed while the other car was an unrecognizable pretzel.

I pulled my keys out of my purse and got in my car. I drove down to the little place I work relatively fast. You see I live in a small town called Forks in Washington. The population was like three thousand total, so traffic was minimal if any. The place where I worked was located in Port Angeles, a slightly bigger town close to Forks.

I pulled up in the employee parking and got out of the car. It was actually one of the few days that it was sunny outside, which lifted my mood exponentially. I loved the sun; I was originally from Phoenix, Arizona. I had moved to Forks to be with my dad when my mom needed some time for herself and her new husband Phil. I had left with a wave and a smile, secretly cringing inside at the thought of never seeing the sun again.

I had lived here ever since, skipping a few years to go to university. I don't know why I stayed here; it's just that every time I tried to leave, I would get this feeling telling me not to. So I stayed, waiting for god only knows what to happen.

I walked slowly into the building, feeling the sun on my face. But all good things must come to an end, and I was finally inside the dark building. It was always perpetually dark in here, the curtains always drawn, and thousands of candles for light. The candles were nice, giving off a light flowery smell, like freesia. But, it made the place look like what it was. A center for erotic relief, and relaxation.

The boss always said it made customer's feel more comfortable when it was darker. I guess I could understand why, but it just made the whole thing feel dirty to me. I slipped my bag off my shoulder into my locker, and tucked a towel into my skirt like an apron. I then went to my room to check my schedule for today.

Our schedules were done by choice, on the customer's part. A customer would come and request someone specifically, or the boss would choose whichever of us who has the smallest schedule. I checked mine for today. I didn't have a huge load, but today was pretty full. It made me want to smile and frown at the same time. Smile because it meant that I was asked for more than others, mostly for my attractiveness and my skills. Frown because that meant more work for me.

I looked it over one more time and noticed most were regulars here, and regulars for me. But there were three that weren't. Well, that would be interesting. New customers always were. I noticed that two were male and the other female, but that was all I had time for as I recalled that I needed to get my room ready.

I loved my room. If we were here for more than a year, we got our own rooms to decorate as we please. My favorite color was blue, so when I got my room, blue was everywhere. The walls were a dark sea deep blue with white and light blue frosted waves. Wispy clouds circulated and seemed to move towards the ceiling. The carpet was the softest Bussan in a sea foam color, and the tables and bed were of a deep mahogany wood. I constantly let the room air out so the air inside was always fresh and didn't smell like, well you know. The candles were all scents like fresh rain, and ocean water. My pillows and sheet were soft silks and linens from the deepest sea blue, to the color of the sky on a cloudless day.

Another reason people asked for me. My room was the only one that didn't look like a harem. Mine was soothing, meant to calm and relax, then to inflame with passion just like the sea. It could be utterly calm, or roar like a tempest. I suppose I was like that also. I loved the sea, and had been told many times that I emulated it in my personality. Whether that was good or bad was a mystery to me though. I thought it was a good thing.

I lit the candles, got fresh linens scented with febreeze on the bed, and sat down on my stool to wait. My first customer was in and out quickly, knowing the drill from before. As were the next three. I took my lunch break and then went back into my room and sat to wait for number five. I looked at the schedule and noticed that my last three customers were the three newbies. Before I could look at their backgrounds any closer, I heard a loud knock and looked up to see an obnoxious man standing in the door way. I nearly gagged at the sight. He was short, fat and balding with black teeth and skin that looked pockmarked and riddled with acne. It was kind of hard to tell though underneath all the dirt. This man looked like he had rolled in a pig sty right before coming in here. He smelled like one too.

I just gestured to the bad knowing I'd have to Lysol everything when I was done. He leered at me and closed the door behind him. I gestured to the bed again, and he dropped his pants and boxers to reveal his small engorged cock. He lay down on the bed and looked at me expectantly. I went over to the side of the bed and slowly moved my hand down his chest, trying not to puke as I heard his breathing speed. I took his cock in my hands, gathered the precum from the tip and slowly stroked downward, praying to god that he wouldn't become a regular for me.

He moaned low in his throat as I squeezed a little harder and pumped a little faster. It sounded like a small animal was dying. "Faster!" he moaned, "I'm almost there!" Your wish is my command, I thought, just like every other washed up middle aged person who came through my door. He moaned one last time and I looked away as I felt the sticky fluid run down my hand. I rushed over to the sink to wash it off with some disinfectant soap, then turned back to find he still lying there, eyes closed and hands on his chest.

What the fuck? Who did he think he was? I spoke up. "I'm sorry sir, but you can't stay here." I said through clenched teeth. He didn't even open his eyes. I was livid. With as much restraint as I could, I shook him gently and told him in plain language that he needed to get his fat ass out of here. Now!

He left and I quickly put the sheets he had used in the washing machine and pressed disinfect, and then steam clean. I wished I could burn them, but I wasn't made of money. I sat and looked at my watch. It was one o'clock, and I had two more customers. Right then a girl walked through my door and lay down on the bed without saying a word.

I quickly brought her to orgasm and she left just as she came in, without a word. Now that was normal. I washed my hands and looked at the clock. It had only been thirty minutes, a good thing for me. My next appointment was at 2:00, so I had a little time to clean up. As I changed the sheets, I got that feeling again and decided to put away all the "toys" that were littered over the counter from my previous appointments.

I changed the sheets to my finest silks and stacked soft pillows on the bed. I removed the burnt down candles and replaced them with ones that had little rocks or sand on the bottom of them. And then placed some incense in a jar and lit it. I opened the window to let the light in, but not enough for anyone outside to see. And the cool, wet air flowed in, mixing with the scent of ocean pleasantly. I took off the towel apron and sat on my stool. Fixing my hair and makeup, and tugging my clothes into place.

I felt sort of silly, but decided to just go with the feelings I had. Soon after I heard a soft, quiet knock on the door and looked up. I was struck speechless for a moment by what I saw. At my door was a sex god! He looked to be about nineteen to twenty one. It was hard to tell because he had one of those faces that never ages. He had longish hair in an unusual copper color that fell in disarray around his face. His cheekbones and jaw were prominent, making him look like an aristocrat from the 1900's. His eyes were emerald green framed by long, dark lashes. He had full lips and perfect white teeth. His skin was pale and flawless pulled snugly over subtle muscles. He exuded a sort of leonine strength that just made you want to curl up at his feet in submission. His body was toned and showed off nicely in a fitted green polo and black designer jeans.

When he spoke to me, his voice sounded like crushed velvet. "Is this the right room?" he asked softly, he was shy I realized. He was looking down at his feet which were encased in black convers as he said this.

It took me a moment to speak and when I finally got control I blushed fiercely for my ogling. "Let me check my chart." I said, standing quickly and almost running over to the counter that had my schedule on it. Wow, I thought to myself, did that low husky voice belong to me? To make matters worse, I was wet. Just by looking at him and hearing him speak! I knew then that I was in serious trouble.

I picked up the chart as he still stood in the doorway. I beckoned him inside, not even turning around and looked at the chart. "Edward Cullen?" I queried.

I turned to look at him as he nodded, and then read the description of his treatment for today. I felt my eyes widen, and my mouth drop open. I quickly turned away to hide my expression from him. Edward wasn't some teenager with a case of sex deprivation and heart break. Edward Cullen was a virgin!

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