"You'll need to sign this NDA." The little man set a short stack of papers on the table in front of you. "I already spoke to your boss at the agency, and he said you guys signed these pretty routinely, so there shouldn't be any surprises." He put down a pen beside the papers. "It basically just doubles down on HIPAA, but it also includes a prohibition on sharing anything else you talk about in there...as well as things you might see that aren't medically relevant."

He caught the expression that passed across your face, and just nodded understandingly. "Yeah...that's kind of a scary thought. There's a clause that says you're expected to report any discussion or discovery of illegal activities, or anything that constitutes assault to the cops with no fear of standing in breach of contract, so that's covered. But Mr. Black is no Weinstein. He's pretty much who his public image says he is. I understand you only have my word for it, though."

Once you'd perused the documents to your satisfaction, and feeling a little trepidation, you signed the paperwork and slid it back to the agent, who scooped it up and put it on the feed tray of his printer/scanner nearby, starting it up to make you a copy.

"Now that you've signed that, I can tell you this: Mr. Black was injured on the set of his current film, The Ultimatum. Working title, not related to the TV show." He gave a dismissive gesture. "He's seen his physician, he's on muscle relaxers and painkillers, but he's got nerve and muscle tissue damage up the left side of his back, and down his left leg, thigh to calf. The doctor recommended physiotherapy, and massage therapy, which is where you come in." He placed your copy of the NDA down on the table in front of you with a little paperclip holding it together. "Do you have everything you need with you to address that today? We can have someone from your firm run you out more equipment if you need."

"I'll need to take a look, but I'm pretty sure I have what I need for a first session," you replied smoothly. This wasn't your first movie-set injury, although usually it was stuntmen with strains and greenstick fractures, not the A-list stars. Maybe it was because Hunter Black was still relatively new to the movie scene.

"Good. If things go well, you can expect him to ask for your personally. He's someone who likes consistency, calls it 'brand loyalty.'" The agent walked over to the door with a little jerk of the head that told you to follow him. "I'll show you to the room."

He led you out of the office, which you suddenly recognized as probably being used most of the time by the housekeeper, judging by the titles of the binders on the shelves by the door -- Waste Disposal, Catering, Groundskeeping, Pool Maint., Housekeeping -- and through several entertainment spaces until you reached a set of double doors, behind which was a home gym. Or it used to be. The equipment had all been moved to the sides of the space and a massage table had been erected in more or less the center of the room. The walls were made of glass, and through them you could see the sun-soaked backyard with its beautiful green grass and the pool made to look like a natural water feature, complete with waterfall.

"Uh, are there curtains?" you asked, looking around, knowing he would want his privacy during his massage. Sure, this was private property, but he didn't need the groundskeepers peering in.

The agent pointed to two buttons on the wall near the door, one black, one white, each the size of a quarter. "Black makes the windows opaque, white makes them transparent again." He gave you a small smile. "I'll send him in."

The room was very quiet with the doors closed, and you took a moment to set your bag down and fish through it, strap on your utility belt and load a few things into the pockets, before going over to the wall panel and pressing the black button. Instantly, the windows on the three walls around you went pearly opaque, so fast it made you jump. You looked at them, then pressed the white button. They cleared just as fast. Black again. This time you noticed the skylights also went milky when you pressed it. And then cleared when you pressed the white button.

"Everyone plays with them. Even me," said a soft, friendly voice close to you suddenly. You looked up quickly to see Hunter Black coming in the door beside you, giving you a small smile. I moved slowly, clearly favoring my left leg and holding my left arm stiff. I was wearing a gray UCSB tee shirt that was loose on my wide shoulders, and black sweatpants. "Hi, I'm Hunter." I offered you my right hand to shake, politely. Obviously, you knew my name; I was telling you as an opening for you to give me yours. "Where do you want me?"

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I see this as being a pretty wholesome but steamy affair developing between a Hollywood bachelor actor and his massage therapist. He's new to stardom, having had a breakout role in an action film the previous year, but he's got a history as a semi-pro athlete and martial artist, so he does his own stunts. But maybe not for much longer. He's portrayed as an unapproachable heartthrob, famously rebuffing the advances of a few other starlets, even -- according to rumor -- Taylor Swift. He really is a nice guy, apparently. Think 90's Brendan Fraser vibes.

But he doesn't really have anyone to talk to. His therapist handles so many other actor clients that it always feels like she's forgetting who is who. His family lives in Hawaii and he rarely get to see them. His house staff are friendly but not really people he can speak freely to. So...you're kind of it. Someone he can talk to, even though he knows you're not licensed to do anything about it. You're just not allowed to share anything.

How things get started is something we can decide. Maybe after a few visits there's some real affection. Maybe you make your own move to offer him a relief he's not likely to get anywhere else. Maybe there's a sexy accident that wakes you to up to each other. I think it would be hot if there could be some buildup before actual sex, including some outercourse and oral.

Similarly, how things go from there is up to us. Maybe they keep it secret because they both know if anything gets out, you'll be hounded by paparazzi. Maybe he arranges a few dates with you, incognito. I think it could be fun playing out a relationship like this where the fame is so uneven between the couple.

Please send me a message if you're interested in the story, and we can discuss kinks and plot and appearances. Please don't send me chats. I'm open to moving to Discord if we mesh.