"Premium therapy option?" Lisa asked, "What's that?"
The woman lying on the bench beside her arched an eyebrow and smiled conspiratorially.
"Oh, you really ought to try it. It costs a bit more, but believe me, it's worth it."
Then she winked.
Perhaps it was the setting. In the steam, the heat, with the scents of pine and essential oils, Lisa felt somewhat lightheaded.
And perhaps it was the casual intimacy - lying naked on their towels in the sauna, it felt quite comfortable talking to her new acquaintance.
The other woman had been lying there when Lisa had come into the sauna ten minutes before, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. Lisa, modestly wrapped in her towel, had felt a little prim, not knowing where to look, but unable to not notice the woman's tanned curvy body, her large breasts with their large brown nipples, the triangle of dark damp curls between her thighs.
"You need to let the heat get to your skin," the woman had commented; and so Lisa had unwrapped herself, and followed her companion's example, lying back, naked.
The woman had asked how long Lisa was visiting the spa, and Lisa told her she was having a three-day relaxation session - massages, yoga, saunas and bathing. Lisa had had a hard few months of work, and had decided to spoil herself with a little time off and pampering. The spa had come highly recommended, but she felt she deserved it. And after her first few hours, including a relaxing massage, some gentle stretching, she found herself feeling very relaxed.
She'd asked the woman what her program was. That was when she'd said she was having a week of the premium therapy.
"I don't recall seeing premium therapy mentioned on the list... " Lisa said.
"Oh, it's not on any list!" The woman smiled again, "you have to know what to ask for. If you'd like I'll introduce you - it's a somewhat exclusive therapy. My name is Celeste, by the way."
Lisa introduced herself, and a half hour later, showered and wrapped in towelling robe, found herself being led into a comfortably serene suite, similar to Lisa's own room at the spa, with bamboo screens, numerous plants, a gentle sound of flowing streams.
There was a man dressed in a t-shirt with the spa logo and "Staff" in large letters across the chest was, sitting at the table. He stood up and beamed at Celeste.
"Madame Dubois! I hope your therapy is going well!"
"Why of course, Marc, as always!" She replied.
She introduced Lisa.
"And my new friend here would like to upgrade to the premium therapy," she explained, taking Lisa's hand in hers.
Marc frowned, and sat down.
"Please, sit down, ladies," he gestured them into the chairs across from his. "Miss...?"
"Seymour." Lisa completed, "Lisa Seymour."
"Miss Seymour... You do understand that our premium services are not... er... conventional. The therapy involves sensory stimulation, sometimes quite... intimately. And we do use some aids that are not exactly ... Legal."
Lisa nodded.
"For these reasons it is strictly confidential. Once you sign up we will keep your participation entirely secret, and we demand that you do the same..."
Ten minutes later, having signed a form and paid a very large sum of money (in cash -- having been told that credit cards were not accepted for the special treatments, Marc led Lisa and Celeste out of his office and down a passage into another, similar room.
"I will fetch Sylvie, and then I'll be back."
