Under Her Touch, The CEO's Blind Masseur

A car accident stripped me of my sight. Left with no other options, I ended up working as a blind massage therapist.

On my very first day, a mysterious, gorgeous billionaire hired me on an exclusive, monthlong retainer and took me to her mansion. During my stay, my vision miraculously returned.

What I never expected was that the woman lying naked on my massage table would be...

Right now, she has nothing on, her eyes dripping with desire, as she grabs my hand and guides it further down her body...

Six months ago, I was riding my scooter to pick up my girlfriend from work when a speeding car sent me flying. I was rushed to the ER.

The doctors managed to save my life, but my optic nerve was severely damaged. I was left completely blind. That accident ruined my life.

The moment my girlfriend found out I was blind, she ghosted me. She didn’t even have the decency to break up with me to my face.

Without my sight, I couldn’t keep my old corporate job.

When my best friend, Marcus, heard about my situation, he recommended I apply at an exclusive wellness club as a private masseur.

According to him, it was a highend, membersonly spa. The clients were all filthy rich women, and if I did well, I’d make way more than my old salary. "But I'm blind, Marcus.

Won't these wealthy clients find that weird or offputting?" To be honest, I was tempted, but my lack of sight made me insecure. "Man, you don't get it," Marcus laughed. "These highsociety women value their privacy more than anything.

Being blind isn't a drawback—it's your biggest selling point." "Plus, you're tall, fit, and seriously handsome.

What rich woman wouldn't want you touching her?" Marcus's words chased away my doubts. That was how I ended up working at the club.

Before I could start officially, the spa manager, Chloe, trained me personally.

During our sessions, Chloe would lie face down on the massage table, letting me practice on her so she could give me professional feedback. "Start with my back." Chloe grabbed my hands and placed them on her bare skin.

Even though I knew physical contact with the opposite sex was part of the job, my heart raced. I felt a surge of nervous excitement.

Taking a deep breath, I cleared my mind and began the massage. "Wow, Tyler.

I didn't expect you to be so good at this," Chloe murmured, her voice relaxed. "Your pressure and angles are great, you just need a bit more flow." "Do you know why clients prefer blind masseurs?

It's because when you lose one sense, your other senses heighten. You pay more attention with your hands." "A client isn't a machine.

She can feel the care you put into every stroke immediately. That's what I want from you." I hadn't realized there was so much depth to a simple massage.

Chloe's advice made me take the job much more seriously. "Also, the client is queen. In this business, repeat customers are everything. You need to find their sweet spot quickly.

Wherever feels good to them, spend more time there." "Like right now... ah, yes... a little lower. Right there." Chloe's skin was incredibly soft, her back toned and curved.

Even though I couldn't see, my hands painted a vivid picture of her body. Combined with her sultry voice, a wave of heat rushed through me. My grip tightened slightly.

Once my training was over, I was put on the schedule. Only a few days in, Chloe rushed into the breakroom, breathless.

She told me a wealthy female client had just booked me for a monthlong, exclusive inhome retainer.

An inhome retainer meant I would stay at her house and be on call whenever she wanted a massage for an entire month.

These packages were incredibly expensive, starting at $10,000 USD. With my cut from the club, I would pocket at least $5,000 USD. That was five times my old monthly salary.

But I couldn't help but worry about what this rich woman would be like. If she was some old, abusive cougar who treated young guys like disposable toys, I'd be in for a nightmare.

As if reading my mind, Chloe leaned in close, her lips almost touching my ear as she whispered: "Don't worry, handsome. You just hit the jackpot.

The woman who booked you is a stunning, highclass beauty. She's actually a few years younger than me." "Honestly, if she wasn't paying so much, I'd hate to let you go." "Who knows?

Once she gets a taste of you, you might never come back to work here."

My cheeks flushed, and I waved my hands in embarrassment. "Come on, Chloe. A rich, beautiful woman like that?

Why would she ever be interested in a blind guy?" Chloe chuckled. "Who knows? Maybe she just likes your type." "Let's go. She's waiting outside.

I'll introduce you." Chloe led me out to meet my new employer. As we approached, a delicate fragrance drifted into my nose. I took a soft breath, inhaling the scent.

Unlike Chloe’s heavy, seductive perfume, this woman wore something subtle, elegant, and deeply mesmerizing. "Get in the car." Her voice was crisp, clear, and incredibly sweet.

For some reason, it sounded familiar. I felt like I had heard it somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place it.

I climbed in, and the car purred to life, gliding smoothly onto the road. Feeling the premium leather of the spacious seat, I knew this was an incredibly expensive luxury car.

Before we left, Chloe had told me that the client insisted on keeping her identity private, so I was just supposed to call her Ms. Vance. Chloe also mentioned that Ms.

Vance was notoriously cold and reserved. She usually only got facials at the spa and had never booked a fullbody massage before. Chloe had joked that Ms.

Vance must have been seduced by my handsome face to suddenly book a monthlong retainer. And Chloe was right about her personality. Ms.

Vance didn't say a single word after the car started. The silence inside the cabin was heavy, broken only by the quiet hum of the engine.

I kept my eyes forward, focusing on my breathing. About twenty minutes later, the car stopped. Ms.

Vance got out first. "Give me your hand." She opened my door, her voice soft but commanding. I hesitated for a second before reaching out. A soft, warm hand wrapped around mine.

It was her hand. Her palm was warm, her fingers long and slender. It might have been my imagination, but the moment our skin touched, I felt her hand tense up.

This cold, wealthy woman didn't care that I was blind. She actually condescended to guide me out of the car. That single gesture filled me with warmth.

She didn't let go of my hand as she led me forward. After a few steps, we stopped.

I heard the beep of a smart lock, followed by the heavy click of a front door swinging open. "We're here," she said softly.

Still holding my hand, she began guiding me through the house, explaining the layout.

By my count, her mansion had at least twelve rooms, six bathrooms, and a dedicated massage room. She was mindblowingly rich.

What shocked me even more was that every doorway was equipped with smart sensors. Whenever I approached a door, a subtle voice prompt would tell me which room it was.

Furthermore, every potentially hazardous spot—stairs, sharp corners, the bathroom, and the kitchen—had safety features designed specifically for blind people. It made no sense.

These modifications seemed like they were installed just for me. But why? Was her booking me at the spa not a sudden decision, but a calculated plan?

I shook my head, dismissing the ridiculous thought. "I have some work to finish up. You can sit in the living room, or go rest in Guest Room 3 on the first floor.

That room is reserved for you." Guest Room 3 was the first door on the right of the living room.

Based on the layout, it was a prime guest suite, almost as large as a master bedroom. Why would she give a masseur such a nice room?

Normally, I'd expect to be put in the basement staff quarters. "Ms. Vance, that's too generous.

I can just stay in the staff room." "It's settled," she replied, her footsteps already fading as she walked away, leaving me no room to argue.

The clicking of her heels faded as she climbed the stairs to her secondfloor office. Since I couldn't refuse, I decided to just enjoy it.

There was no point in being overly polite when the homeowner herself had given the order. I stood up, using my cane to navigate my way into Room 3.

The room smelled faintly of the same elegant fragrance she wore. It was massive. It took me several paces to reach the edge of the bed.

The mattress was incredibly plush and comfortable. There was also a smart voiceactivation system in the room. I could just speak to play music or audiobooks.

Wealthy life really was something else. I put on some soft music and lay down, but being in a strange house made it impossible to fall asleep.

An hour later, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs. I immediately got up and walked out into the living room. "You must be hungry.

I'll make dinner." Seeing me in the living room, she walked over quickly. My instinct was to refuse. Why should the wealthy homeowner cook for the hired help?

But I kept my mouth shut. From our brief interactions, I realized Ms. Vance was a woman who didn't like being questioned. Still, it was strange.

In a mansion this size, I hadn't heard another soul. No maids, no cooks, no housekeepers. She drove herself, and now she was cooking for herself.

If she was trying to save money, it made no sense. This house was worth millions, and she had just dropped ten grand on my retainer. I decided to stop overthinking.

I just needed to do my job for the next month and get paid. Her cooking was amazing. In no time, she had prepared a beautiful threecourse meal.

Though I couldn't see the food, the smell told me she was highly skilled. She clearly cooked often. After we ate, she instructed, "Go set up the massage room.

I'm going to take a shower and then I'll be there." "Sure thing." The massage room in her house was just as wellequipped as the ones at the spa, if not more.

I sat down and waited for her. Fifteen minutes later, she walked in.

I quickly stood up and guided her toward the table. "Chloe told me you're highly skilled, as good as the senior therapists.

Let's see if you live up to the hype." Lying on the table, her tone completely changed. It was playful, teasing, and filled with a thick layer of flirtation. "I do my best, Ms.

Vance. Please let me know if the pressure is okay or if you have any specific requests." Despite my brief training, I was confident in my skills.

I had studied holistic therapy and anatomy before losing my sight, and now that knowledge was finally paying off.

I reached out, finding her silky hair, and gently tucked it into a spa cap. Next, I rubbed some essential oils onto my hands and placed them on her shoulders, gliding down her neck.

On the outside, I was a picture of professional focus. On the inside, my heart was hammering against my ribs. Feeling her skin under my palms, I realized Chloe hadn't exaggerated.

Her neck was elegant, her skin flawless and silky, and there wasn't a single ounce of excess fat on her back. Even without looking, I knew she had a goddesstier body.

She didn't just look younger than Chloe—she felt like she was in her prime twenties. As I massaged her back, my hands suddenly froze. I realized she wasn't wearing a towel.

She didn't even have a bra on. She was completely bare. Visualizing the stunning scene on the table, my blood began to boil. I was blind, but the rest of my body worked perfectly.

Faced with this, what normal man wouldn't lose his mind? "Mmm... that feels amazing.

Keep going, don't stop." To make matters worse, her soft, breathless moans echoed in the quiet room.