The building was nondescript except for the small sign to the left of the door. 'Boardwalk Spa' in small, neat letters on a brass plate. A doorbell below it the only other blemish on the clapboard.
I pressed the button and waited. I never heard the bell, only trusted that it was working. I was about to ring again when the door opened. Greeted with a small smile, I return it looking into the face of a very pretty woman.
I hand her the card you sent me. She glances at it before announcing, "Of course. Please follow me."
She leads me down a short hall and opens a door to the right. She points to a locker and tells me that I can change here and put my belongings into the locker. A very white and very plush robe hangs next to the locker, soft slippers below it.
"Your friends are already here and waiting for you."
I look at her questioning, thinking "friends?" But she is already out the door, closing it behind her.
I undress and place everything into the locker. There's no lock but somehow I know that privacy and security is not an issue here. As if timed perfectly, the door reopens just as I finish tying the robe's belt.
The attendant gives me a warm smile and nods towards the open door. We turn left now and follow the hall deeper into the building. Several doors on either side but its the last one on the right that she chooses. Unlike the first room, this one is already occupied.
Soft music fills the air along with the scent of fresh flowers. I see a table with an open bottle of red wine with two half drunk glasses near by. The walls of the room match the brightness of the robes but my eyes are drawn to the movement as a hand reaches and lifts a glass.
"What do you think? Was I right?"
Your voice brings my smile to full bloom as I spy you bringing the glass to your lips. You sip and turn slightly to face your friend. I see her, dressed as you and I, next to you on the divan.
"Evelyn, Jenny. Jenny, this is Evelyn. I believe you remember my speaking of her. She recommended this place and I must say that I like what I see so far."
Evelyn I see is close to your age. A tad deeper complexion than you but with long black hair and smoldering dark eyes. Her lips are brilliant red which really sets off her eyes. Both of you with imbecile make up and hair. I see that the spa has already attended to you and hope that I will look as good when they are finished.
"I think you will find that this spa will cater to your every need and provide service that none can compare."
I'm not sure if Evelyn is speaking to me or you. Her eyes on me but somehow I detect that her attention is really on you. Glancing down, I see that her foot is casually moving against your bare leg, confirming my suspicions.
The attendant brings me a glass and I sit in the empty chair across from you. She pours me a glass of wine and I sip, waiting, relaxing along with you. As I take in more of the room, I see that your hand is hidden by the flap of Evelyn's robe. Suddenly jealous of her, I take a large gulp of the wine.
Evelyn's expression doesn't change but I hear a difference in her voice. "Jenny, we've already had the first treatment. Why don't you take your wine and Betty here will get started with you." She nods at the attendant who gives me a curt head bob in turn.
I stand and she opens another door, taking me into a darkened hall then into a sauna. Just as the first door closes behind me, I swear I hear the sound of a kiss, kisses. I don't look but I want to.
Betty places a towel on the bench and tells me to remove the robe and lay back. She pours some water onto the coals, raising up clouds of steam in the already heavy, hot air. Laying on the hard bench, the thick air causes my eyes to close and I almost feel that I could drift off to sleep.
The sound of a zipper brings my eyes open and I see that Betty has removed her uniform. She's nude underneath and I find myself taking inventory of her. Her red hair is tied into a ponytail that reaches halfway down her back. Her ivory skin is unblemished except for the pink nipples topping each of her full breasts. I glance down to find that her mound is smooth and hairless.
Sweating profusely, I feel as if my body is being cleansed with every pore opened. Betty has brushed back my hair and tied it into a pony to match hers. She leans closer and whispers that I should just relax and allow her to guide me. Her hands moving over my body, my breasts.
Feeling her body pressing up against me, her nipples cutting small circles as she extends her hand down to touch my mound.
"The other's only wanted a trim but I've been told you wax you. You've shaved this morning but the wax will still make you smoother. We'll start once you've sweated a bit longer." Her lips and tongue fluttering over my ear. She gives my neck small kisses but I don't respond, instead I try to ignore the caresses and evident willingness.
My mind is swimming by the time that Betty tells me that its time to go. She takes my hand and leads me through another door. My robe, her uniform, left behind and forgotten.
We stand together in the middle of the room when the cold water hits us. Drenching us in a moment from the hidden overhead shower. I almost cry out in the sudden change to cold from hot and Betty has to hold me as my knees go weak.
As suddenly as it started, it ends. Betty's hand squeegees the water from my face before she finds several warm luxuriant towels to dry my body, and hers.
She leads me to the next room where a lounge chair awaits me. She sits me down then quickly and efficiently waxes me. I want to enjoy the warmth of the molten wax but she has no time for that. Ripping it off me far too soon for my own tastes but leaving me much smoother than I arrived.
Finished, she tugs my hand and I stand as she wishes. Another door, another room, this time with a cot and stand beside it. A thick white cover on the cot, where Betty tells me to lay on face down.
"Not everyone gets this treatment but your order was very specific." Betty caresses my face and whispers that I should relax, and enjoy. "They must have special plans for you tonight."
She steps away for a minute but I can hear her opening drawers and the liquid sloshing within a plastic or vinyl bag. Something clicked, hung, onto the stand. Then my legs gently pushed apart.
A slick finger teases and enters my rectum. Not to give pleasure but to ready me and it is soon withdrawn. Replaced with an equally slick tube that Betty guides deeper inside me.
"This may be a lot, so let me know..." the words trailing off. Or did I just stop listening? My focus shifted to the warm liquid pouring into my ass. Filling me, expanding within me, stretching me.
The pressure building, increasing, testing my ability to hold it. Then stabilizing. "Wow, you did it. Now try to hold it as long as you can." This directive not made easy by the withdrawal of the tubing, forcing me to clench tighter still.
Sweating again. This time not because of the room temperature but to control the urge to let go. Knowing that I need to retain it as long as I can. My mind blocking everything out, including when Betty helps me to my feet. Only realizing I have moved when she turns me and sets me onto the toilet.
Releasing with her words, "Go ahead now, I'll need to fill you again once you're done," ringing in my ears.
Then somehow I'm back on my belly. The tube reinserted, another liquid filling me. Hot like the first but somehow different. Just water perhaps. This time, our trip to the toilet immediately after the last drop is pumped into me.
We got into another room, one visited before perhaps? Yes, it is. The water again pouring from the ceiling but warm now. And Betty is scrubbing me, soaping me, washing me. Washing us.
