The week had been hard on Dylan. More work, and less sleep meant no time for anything else in his life. And without time to spare, his wife was left without sex. She also worked hard, but she still held a strong sexual appetite.
Dylan left work early. Stress was working it's way in, and he wanted it to be worked out. He closed his office door, and canceled all appointments for the day. His secretary watched as Dylan stepped out. She knew how hard he worked, and she also wished that she could do something to help, even if it meant sex. Knowing that Dylan, or Mr. Mandrake to her, was married kept her from opening up and telling him how she felt.
As the streets of downtown remained busy almost 24/7, there were fewer cabs that stopped by. As he whistled, a cab driver pulled up next to him and Dylan stepped inside.
"Where to?" The driver asked.
"Asian Dreams Spa," Dylan answered.
"Ah, yes, very good," The driver responded, then drove off towards the ending location.
Dylan thought about his wife. He thought about taking a week off, and focusing on fulfilling her needs. Go to the islands, or enjoy a fancy dinner. Maybe go to the lake and stay in a cabin away from society. Enjoy meaningful, non rushed sex. The works. His mind raced with all the possibilities. His marriage of seven years still meant so much to him.
The driver slowed down, and pulled along the curb next to a building that had a small sign on the front lawn that read: "Asian Dreams Spa." The line underneath read: "Our Pleasure Is Your Happy Endings."
"Here you go, my friend," The driver said to Dylan. "Five fifty total."
Dylan handed the man a ten and said, "Keep the change, thank you."
"Enjoy. Good place," The driver said to Dylan, then drove away.
As Dylan looked up to the building, he was reminded that it was in fact an old home that had been converted into a therapeutic retreat. The grass was green, and freshly cut. Flowers grew in front of the porch to give it an inviting feel. It was a nice place. He walked up the front steps, and entered the door. Straight ahead was the service desk.
"Hello, Mister Mandrake, how may we help you today?" A younger, pretty half Asian, half Caucasian woman asked him. She wore a white button up thin blouse, and the top button was left open. She looked classy and professional, without coming off as business. Her personality said to him, "I am here to serve you, and I care."
"I think today, I want to have the whole package. I'm very stressed today, and I would like to relax."
"Very good, Mister Mandrake. We can accommodate you," She said to him.
The beautiful owner came down the stairway and said to the young, service desk attendant," Ami, I think today I will accommodate Mister Mandrake.
The young lady acknowledged, and escorted Dylan to his room. "Here you are Mister Mandrake. Get undressed, and lie back under this sheet. Your masseuse will be in in just a few minutes. The young lady left the room, closing the door behind her.
Dylan looked around the room. A standalone panel was to his right, just in case someone needed to get dressed or undressed in private. A small stereo sat on a tiny table. Mood music on compact disc's were lined along the front. The colors were earthly, and gave you a warm, not cold feeling.
In walked the owner, and her presence immediately entranced Dylan. She was five-seven in height, and thin but athletic. Her muscle tone accented her sexy curves. She wore a thin robe that hugged sensually against her body, and was long enough to touch almost the top of her knees. Professional, but very sexy. "What can I do for you, Mister Mandrake?" She asked. "It has been a while since you have been here."
"Yes, Kumi, it has been. Today, I just want to relax," He answered her.
"I can help you," She answered, then smiled. "Today, I give you extra special relaxing massage."
"That sounds wonderful, Kumi, thank you."
Kumi rubbed her hands together to create a warm feeling on her palms. She reached for body oil, and dripped it lightly onto his skin. Before she began, she fitted the sheet so it lay only covering his mid-section. With her right palm, then left, she rubbed the oil around his skin. Her hands squeezed, and massaged his arms, moving along as she pulled gently continuing to rub his fingers to the tips.
"So, Dylan, what is on your mind?" Kumi asked, beginning light conversation.
