The mall

This story is a work of fiction,  intended for entertainment.

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Sitting in one of the massage chairs on the food court. In the wifi area. I slipped a five-dollar bill into the slot on the arm of the chair. To get it going.

The chair slowly began pulsating and vibrating, pushing and driving the mechanisms inside the chair. Into my back and  gripping me at the ankle. 

It slowly moved up my spine and then back down. Nicely working on my problematic area. The lower back.

I moaned, realizing I sounded like someone having sex. I smiled and thought is this legal? What this chair. And I am doing.?

I closed my eyes, after a moment. I opened them again. And caught sight of the tall cute caramel brother, who I noticed around the mall lately riding up the escalator.

The skyway mall is located in a seedy transient section in north Tampa. Where mostly black and people of color, shop and live.

Along with the college kids, from the nearby USF GOLDEN EAGLES college campus is located.

The mall also has gained a quiet reputation  for its DL action. And my reason for peeping the cute caramel brother. 

He was 6'3 175lbs and about my age 22 I estimated as he stepped off the escalator. After reaching the top. He walked straight ahead with a smooth quiet stride looking around casually. Almost like a panther on the prowl.

He had on a white T-shirt that looked ironed. And a pair of black Levi shorts that fitted his slender frame nicely and gripped his small round butt spectacularly.

Causing me to fall in love with him immediately. Everything looks tailored made. That was my conclusion. he looked like the type of dude who didn't leave the house until every hair was in place

My eyes followed him to a table on the food court. Where he sat. Facing my direction. 

Oh, shit I grunted, as the mechanisms inside the chair again grinned down nicely into my lower back. Man! This shit feels good I was thinking.

Taking my attention off of the caramel brother for a second. Then glanced back at him. He was now messing with his phone. Assumed he was connecting to the public wifi.

I stared at him taking him all in. Admiring his short black, frizzy, tapered fro. Long thin face, almond-shaped eyes. And thinking I could do this all day.

I looked down at the time remaining before my massage chair ended. Fifteen minutes remained. 

Then I thought five dollars well spent, a massage and a fine ass nigga to boot. 

Can't get better than this.