A “Hands On” Approach…
Authored by Forteissimo, Abby belongs to Canis Fidelis, Spitz belongs to Forteissimo.

“Stupid goddamn bird, stop hitting the damn pipes…” 

Ever since starting her internship, every week had been like this. A few busy fridays and saturdays, with clients ranging from recently pregnant mothers and back pain sufferers, to old elderly dudes who she (very thankfully) waived off to one of her other male coworkers. So far, it’d been a pretty fun, easygoing job, and certainly not the worst way to get a Physical Therapy certification. She’d even learned some personal massage things to do at home, ways to get rid of headaches, et cetera. There was only one, small, tiny problem…

Boredom.

God, it felt like she was bored nearly seventy percent of the time she was in here. Only so many times you can organize the Oil cabinet or stock the warm blankets before you’ve run out of things to do. So here she was, manning the front desk. Since the massage parlor was technically a medical building, they had a patient records room which also served as the main place the other workers went when they were bored, but since she was an intern and “not allowed access to patient records”, they never let her in, the bastards. The front desk was her preferred lurk, partially because that way she could at least pretend she was working, and partially so she could hide her hands and play with her phone under the very large and professional-looking desk. Suddenly, her ears perked up, the sound of the chiming bell at the door signifying a customer. She put on her best customer service face, muted her phone, and prepared the standard greeting.
“Hi, welcome to Good Hands Massage Parlor, how can I h-...” Oh crap…

Standing there in the doorway, one of their advertising pamphlets in hand, was a quite tall hyaenid. He was looking around the foyer curiously, seeming quite out of place in such a clinical environment in his white t-shirt and brown khaki shorts, but when he spotted the small poodle behind the desk, a wide grin split his maw, and he walked over.
Spitz had heard her talking excitedly to her friends in the hallway several times, telling them how awesome it was to have a job where she basically got paid to sit around and wait for people. He lightly thought of joining, but perhaps having a 7 foot tall monster of a person as your masseuse wouldn’t be the most comforting thought to most people. That being said, he was very intrigued as to why Abby of all people would work in such a public setting. He’d never talked extensively with her, maybe a group project here or there or perhaps asking for a pencil, but in all the classes he’d had with the girl, she never struck him as particularly hands-on with, well, anything. Once he’d found the name of the place she worked, he’d figured if nothing else he’d get a nice break from all that exercise, and his back could use the work.
Abby looked around. It was a tuesday, their lightest day in terms of foot traffic, and if she went and got someone else to help him now she’d just be back to sitting on her phone, so she just sighed and went on with the spiel, pretending she didn’t recognise what was probably the only 7 foot tall person in town.  
“How can I help you , Sir? Can I interest you in the Full Body package?” 
“Oh, hey there. Abby right? Yea, that’s actually what I came here for…” 
Her smile twitched. He knew who she was, but even despite that...no, it was probably for that exact reason he’d come here. Letting out a quiet sigh, though Spitz heard it regardless, she typed up the price and package on the computer, reserving the farthest, largest room for the session.
“Alright, come with me then.” She remarked, unable to keep the annoyance out of her voice anymore as she walks out from behind the desk and leads him down the hall to the massage room. 

Every massage room was nearly the same, but this one had to be Abby’s favorite. This was the room they used to cater to their more wealthy or important clients, a large room which was almost like a combination of a sauna, massage room, and bath room. There was a square bucket-like machine in the corner with some rocks which could be turned on and adjusted to start steaming up the room, an ornate sort of ceramic bathtub, and even the massage table was padded more generously than the other rooms. The gnoll behind her didn’t really pay for such luxury, but she really doubted anyone other than him would come into the parlor today, so why not pamper herself a little too? Once they both stepped inside, she turned around to him. “Dress down to your comfort level, I’ll be back soon with materials…” 
Once Abby was out the door, she put her back against it and sighed, prepping herself mentally for what was to come. Big clients weren’t exactly an unusual occurrence. After all, there were quite a few bodybuilders who came in every now and again to get their consistently strained muscles relaxed. However, this had to be the largest client she’d ever had on her own. This would take quite a while...all day, if she was lucky. It didn’t take her long to gather the materials, taking at least two full bottles of massage oil on the cart. Once she was done, she had some time to think about Spitz while she wheeled the cart back to the room, and how she’d find him when she returned. Since she went to school with him, surely he’d be too embarrassed to strip fully down, right?
Predictably, as she pushed open the door, she got an eyeful of toned, golden-brown gnoll ass. Naked as could be and face down on the table, his muzzle through the hole in front. Even with their largest table, at least a foot of his legs stuck out over the lip. “Mmhm, right. Alright, well, if you’re ready, I’ll get started…” She placed his neatly folded clothes on her cart and put down the stool, stepping up and getting her first good look at the Gnoll’s body. His back was toned, but not extremely so, more from hard work than being in the gym 24/7. The light indications of past scars crisscross his back, pressing into Abby’s hands as she lays her hands on his shoulders. 
She bites her lip, pausing a moment. She’d seen plenty of bodies before, and she was more intimate with most people’s anatomy than she’d like to admit. However...this was different. His body wasn’t...fake. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone, or neglecting himself. His muscles were, well, natural, carved out of years of activity, and molded by his actions. The gym rats, the bodybuilders, they felt almost plasticine, like every one of them were fresh off the mold. She shook her head, snapping herself out of it, and began to work. His shoulders and upper back were tight, but not wiry. Soft like dough, but stiffening up tightly whenever he tensed them, and softening back up when she moved away, all the while his little grunts and hisses of pleasure guiding her hands as each knead and stroke of her skilled fingers wicking away all of Spitz’s tiredness, tightness, and old aches. 
“So, Spitz. I’ve seen you around the school, what is it you do for a living?” She remarked, the words rolling off her tongue as she worked his tired muscles. She’d never before been so invested in her work, she felt like she was breaking up clumps of flour, every knot easy to find and work out of his body. 
“Mnngh-, I do landscaping. It’s not -mm- glamorous, but it keeps me in shape and -ah- the paycheck ain’t bad either.” He grunts out, in between groaning with every knead of her hands as she works her way downwards, his whole body turning to liquid under her. She nods above him, getting to his lower back. His little noises echo to her right, a small blush appearing on her cheeks, despite herself. She knew she could make people happy, but never to this extent. Even his toes start to curl and react to her hands. Her mouth curled into a smirk, maybe she can try…
“Hey, you’re much more stressed down here. Mind if I go a bit harder?” She asked, looking down around the bottom of the table, to look at his face properly. The insane pleasure she was causing his whole body apparent on his face. He glances over at her, smirking widely. “You keep doing what you’re doing, and you can do whatever you want~.” He positively moans out. She quickly moves her face back above his line of sight, not the least of which so that he can’t see the intense blush on her face. Shaking her head, she gets back on the stool, then onto the table next to him. Reaching her leg over, she straddles his back, keeping his lower back and rear in front of her. In this position, she can put her whole weight into each stroke, pushing into Spitz’s back and kneading much, much harder than before. Spitz arched his back, not expecting this new strength from her and giving a loud exclamation of pleasure. “W-Woah there!” 
“What’s wrong, big boy? Feels good?” She snickers out, lifting herself up a little and setting herself back down, pushing him back down so she can continue downwards, moving from his lower back even further down, to his buttocks. Idly, she was thankful he so clearly showered beforehand, something many other people somehow didn’t think about. Spitz’s cheeks were as toned as the rest of his body, and she took her own liberties in enjoying that. Some part of her was reminded how strange it was, to be in a silent room massaging a hot guy’s asscheeks while straddling his back, but she pushed those thoughts down in favor of enjoying herself for once. The blush not leaving her cheeks as she took her own liberties, focusing on this spot much longer than normal. Though, finally, she moved on. Scooting downwards to start massaging his thighs, and eventually having to get off (though reluctantly) to move down his legs and get the part that’s off the table. Finally, when she’s absolutely sure she’s done all she can do on his back, she speaks up. 
“Alright. Now turn over for me please…” She says, moving over to the cart to re-apply the oil to her hands. Spitz groaned as he turned over, his legs feeling like jelly as he looked down at the little woman who’d done it, wondering how such tiny hands can have such a big impact. Still, he bit those words down, not wanting to offend as he laid back down.
Abby turned around, and wasn’t quite mentally prepared for what she saw. His body was sculpted by his work, one long scar going from his rightmost shoulder down to just above his left hip, his fur brushed with light golden hues from his time spent working in the sun. He was, to put it bluntly, a lot more attractive than she’d ever noticed. She shook her head, trying not to think about it as she moves back onto the stool, moving to put her hands on him before he stops her, gently grabbing her wrist. 
“Wait, can you do that thing again, where you sit on top of me? You can go as hard as you like, that felt super super nice.” He remarks, looking into her eyes with determination. She falters, her eyes widening before she looks away. “Oh, yea sure. Just tell me if you have trouble breathing, ok?” She says, keeping the blush out of her voice as she once again straddles his chest, focusing her attentions on his abs. Even with all her (admittedly light) weight, it felt like she was trying to knead stone, but whatever she was doing, it was clear that Spitz liked it, grunting with muffled pleasure with every strong movement of her hands. She worked his abs for quite a while, all the heavy lifting having made them quite the problem area, and it took a good ten minutes before she was satisfied with the result, sitting back up on his chest and wiping the sweat from her brow, looking only a few inches upwards and...oh. 
There, twitching in the slightly chilled air, was Spitz’s very large, very erect cock. When he feels her stop, he looks up. Now it was his turn to blush a bit. “Aw, crap. I’m so, so sorry, you felt really nice, I guess I liked it better than I thought I did…” he says, feeling kinda like a douche, not wanting to be your classic meathead at a massage clinic. Abby, on the other hand, can’t keep her eyes off it. She was taken aback, some small part of her told her that she should be offended, disgusted, even angry at him for this, but a much larger part of her is screaming at her to reach out for it, to touch it. She pulled back, hesitating...but then reached forwards again, wrapping her hand around it, much to the confusion and excitement of the hyaenid she sat on. She started slowly stroking it up and down, biting her lip to keep herself from making any noise, the only sounds in the large, empty room is Spitz’s heavy breathing, and the quiet ‘schlik, schlik’ noise of Abby’s oiled hand against the hyaenid’s rod. 
Spitz didn’t know what had happened, it had all happened so fast. Suddenly there he was, getting a handjob from one of the most attractive girls in the school at a massage parlor, and he wasn’t about to start complaining! Maybe it was the quiet, maybe it was the suddenness of the whole thing, but after only a few minutes of muffled moaning and twitching he felt himself getting close. He opened his mouth to warn her, but she responded before he could. 
“It’s ok big guy, let yourself go~”
Her sultry, quiet words were all the permission he needed, and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His cock throbbed in her grip, his balls tensing down below, until she suddenly heard a grunt. His whole body tensing beneath her as his cock released it’s high-pressure load, spurting thick, white ropes into the air, splattering everything in a thin layer of white. Abby could only sit there stunned, blushing as the sticky white rained down on her face and hair, watching Spitz’s cock throb with every rope, herself getting very excited down below...

Which went away quickly as she realized the incredible mess he, no, they had made. Her face quickly goes intensely red, getting off his chest and zipping over to the door, locking it from the inside and making sure the privacy blinds are shut, looking back at Spitz, and the table he resides on, the former currently still recoiling from the incredible orgasm he just had. She rushed over, getting right in his face and patting his cheek, snapping him out of it and looking him straight in the eyes. “Help me clean this up, or I’ll tell everyone at school”

Twenty minutes later, and more than a few paper towels in the trash, the table and surrounding areas were clean. That just left…
“So how do you propose we get all that out of your hair?” Spitz asked, looking at the rather semen-glazed girl in front of him, his own thighs quite covered too. Thinking for a moment, Abby looked over at the sauna rocks and the bathtub. “Well, it’s not really meant for a proper bath, but I suppose we could fire up the Hot Top package, it’s not like they keep tabs on anything.” She says, walking over and turning on the steamer, then walking over to the bath, drawing one that’s nice and hot. The bath was unique in that it was only designed to hold one person, but it had a bunch of water jets on the side the person was supposed to lay their back against, massaging them with hot blasts of water while an attendant rubbed their shoulders. Of course, it was really designed for people to bring a bathing suit and stuff like that. That being said… it would do. She looked over at the expectant hyaenid, blushing once again. “...w-well turn around!” She demanded, prompting an exaggerated roll of the eyes from the gnoll as he turned around. Abby still didn’t feel particularly good about him seeing her naked, but it’s not like she could get in the bath fully clothed. Hesitantly, she stripped down, watching him the whole time to make sure he didn’t peek and covering her breasts and genitals with her arm and hand respectively. “Alright, you can turn around. Just, don’t stare, alright?” She says, slowly letting her arms and hands fall away. He’s gonna see it anyways, after all. 
Spitz turns around slowly, his hands over his eyes in an exaggerated, rather sarcastic fashion, slowly parting his fingers and opening his eyes to see her body in full. Now it was Spitz’s turn to stare. The overly clinical white lab uniform really did hide her body, and now that it was out in the open, well, she was pretty damn cute. “Wow, dunno why you wanted me not to look, you’re pretty hot…” Spitz remarked, with all the subtlety of a C4 charge. There was a moment of awkward silence between the two, before Abby once again spoke up. 
“Well, get in, wont you? The bath is really only designed to fit one person, so you’ll have to get in first…” She says, gesturing to the bath. Spitz rubbed the back of his neck, but shrugged and stepped forwards, stepping slowly into the bath and leaning back against the jets. “Ahhn, I know i took a shower today already, but this feels super nice too.” He glanced over to Abby. “Your hands were better though.” He winked, prompting Abby to roll her own eyes in response, stepping over and getting into the bath with him, much to Spitz’s surprise. “Bath wont be hot forever, don’t think it’s because I wanted to do anything.” She said, though her blushing face and the way she sat right down against his chest said clearly otherwise. She could feel his flaccid dick against her back as she sat there, reaching down and scooping up water to clean the cum from her face. Soon she’d feel one large, strong hand on her shoulder, Spitz peering around and smiling warmly at her. 
“Here, let me.” 
His hands started to wash her off gently, and to be honest, at first she thought it was just an excuse to feel her up. However, his hands stuck to their job, cleaning the dried white from her fur and hair and not venturing any further than they had to. It was strange, having someone help clean her like that. The bath passed uneventfully, and it wasn’t long before they were out and drying off, the massage rooms thankfully carried full body towels in case any novice massage people used too much oil and needed to dry off a client, so it wasn’t hard to dry off. What was hard, however, was ignoring Spitz’s hardon. Ever since he got out of the bath, it had been more than just obvious, it was a problem. Finally, she sighed, turning to him with a look of annoyance. 
“Are you gonna do anything about that?” 
“Well…” he said, looking back to her. “There is a way we can take care of it without getting cum on ourselves again…” He says, stepping closer to her and wrapping an arm around her hip. Part of her wants to push him away. One risky handjob is one thing, but if she’s guessed where he’s going next, there won’t be any going back once it’s started...but the burning in her loins spoke for her. She hadn’t gotten any pleasure of her own, after all, and had intended to simply masturbate in the employee bathroom once he left. However, as his hand reached down between her cheeks to rub her very moist labia, all thoughts of protest left her mind, and she clung to his arm tightly. “Fff-fine, just remember to pull out…” She said, blushing and trying to hold back her noises. Eventually he slides his fingers back to her hips, moving her over towards the table and lifting her up, so that her upper half lies on the table and the lower dangles down, her feet not touching the floor. He slides his shaft back, gently hotdogging her rear before lining up and thrusting into her slowly, dragging out the insertion with a hiss of pleasure as Abby’s hands fail to find purchase on the smooth leather bed, relying entirely on Spitz’s hands holding her up by the hips as he starts to thrust into her, her back tensing up as that massive rod fills and stretches her out, starting to moan loudly. Sensing the danger of such a noise, Spitz moves one of his hands around to her lips, putting in two fingers for her to suck on and muffling her pleasured whines as he starts to ramp up the pace. The pace faster and more desperate now, wanting to get off more than anything, all while Abby hung on for dear life, drooling out of her open mouth onto the padded table as she finally gets an orgasm of her own, her loud moans thankfully muffled by Spitz's digits. Her entire body tensing in Spitz grip as he rapidly nears the last of his own. Before long, he can feel himself cresting his own limit, so he pulls out. Walking quickly  over to the the bathtub from before and rapidly stroking himself to completion, aiming his load at the water so that the few thick ropes he produces hit the water and dissolve, making sure he leaves no trace of their escapades.
He turns around once he's done, panting and looking at the blissed out girl on the ground, Abby having simply slid down to rest against one metal leg of the table, sitting on the ground and breathing heavily, recovering. She looks up at his face, a dumb smile splitting his muzzle, and turns away, blushing.
"W-well help me up. Cleaners will be in here at the end of the day, and this isn't the worst substance they've gotten off leather, we'll be fine." 
Biting back a chuckle, Spitz walks over and helps the poor girl back to her feet, supporting her on her shaky legs, sitting on the massage table, holding her close and letting the steamy air warm their tired bodies…

"So, I guess the masseuse gig is going well?" 
The words snapped her out of her daydream as she was staring blankly across the cafeteria. She looked across the table, giving Humphrey a raised eyebrow and taking a knowing sip of her drink, looking across the rows and tables to the hyaenid who towered above all his classmates, recalling the events of the day prior.

"You could say that..."