Jordan hung up the phone, happy to hear that her friend-turned-lover was enjoying her visit with her daughter and grandchildren, but still missing Lara's sensual lips and soft touch. She was glad to hear that Lara would be home in a few days and they could resume the heated affair that got her through the lonely days.
A few minutes later, Mandy stormed into her mother's kitchen, her face streaked with tears and her face red. Mandy was normally a very calm girl, so this startled Jordan very much. She turned around on her stool and waited for her daughter to calm down.
That wasn't going to happen any time soon. The strawberry blonde huffed and puffed and tried to choke out her story. It just wasn't happening, so Jordan made a cup of tea for them both and tried to get her daughter to pour out her story. The two women were as close as sisters, Jordan having had her daughter at only 18. She had married Neal, Jordan's stepfather, only 8 years prior. She adored her husband, but he was away too much, so naughty women filled in for him whenever necessary.
"He ... that
bastard
, that
rat
... he ..." Mandy fumed. Jordan had to stop herself from giggling, she knew her daughter was upset, but she was almost funny in her obvious rage.
"Sweetie, you do know you're not making a lick of sense?" Jordan chuckled, still trying to calm Mandy down. Mandy took a mouthful of tea and then took a deep breath.
"Trevor ..." Trevor was Mandy's current paramour and Jordan couldn't stand him "... is screwing another woman! When I found out and confronted him, he said he liked 'the young stuff'! That fucker! I'm only 19!" Mandy fumed.
"You do know what I think of Trevor and about men his age, right?" Jordan smiled, wiping a stray wisp of blonde hair from her eyes. It was a beautiful warm day, so Jordan had worn only a plaid shirt that she had tied under her breasts and a pair of denim shortie-shorts. She was barefoot and tanned, her blonde hair tied in twin ponytails with red ribbons. Jordan was always thrilled that at 37, her body could still draw stares and knock 'em dead when she got their attention. If she looked at you with her green eyes, you were g-o-n-e. Jordan had sex appeal and knew how to use it, she had desperately tried to impart those lessons to her equally-pretty daughter, but they hadn't stuck as of yet.
Mandy still defined herself by her boyfriends, she simply did not like being alone. There were two problems with that. The first problem was that Mandy tended to pick idiots; she often went for style over substance. Trevor was another in a long line of brain-dead pretty boys her daughter had dated. The second problem was that Mandy was a follower and she let the men control her destiny. It was time for that to stop and Jordan thought about how she could make that happen. A very mischievous idea came into her head and she thought she could likely pull it off.
"Sweetheart, do you remember that spa that I like?" Jordan asked her daughter.
"You mean the one that Neal teases you costs him half a year's salary?" Mandy said, finally grinning for the first time since her arrival.
"Yes, that one." Jordan laughed. "I think you could use a visit to that spa, a bit of rejuvenation. Go this afternoon, I'll make all the arrangements and it will be my treat. Have a wonderful time, I always come back to Neal in the best mood," Jordan smiled. She and Neal usually fucked like bunnies for about 3 days after her return. She hoped dearly that Mandy's visit would bring her some relaxation and tranquility and the realization that life could be so, so much better. Jordan eyed her daughter and thought there might be other side benefits as well.
Mandy got in her Mom's sporty little MG later that afternoon; her mother had packed a small overnight bag for her. "You won't need very much, the spa provides everything," Jordan had told her. "Stay as long as you want and I'll see you when you get back."
Sunnydale Spa was in a very isolated area, although as she pulled up, Mandy could see it was beautiful, lush woods in the back, a beautiful lake nearby, a tennis court and the spa itself was huge. Mandy's mood was already brighter; she was on a break from University and thought she might just be taking a long break from Trevor as well. She got her bag out of the trunk and walked inside. It was breathtaking, the floors were Italian marble, the banisters on the staircases were real oak and all of the furnishings were exquisite. Mandy didn't want to know what this was costing her mother, but as Jordan's business was very successful and she had inherited money 10 years ago, she could easily afford it. Better not to question her mom's generosity, just enjoy it. A very attractive blonde who appeared to be in her mid-30's walked over to her as she approached the front desk. She held out her hand.
"Hi, are you Mandy? I'm Angelina, your mother phoned to let me know you were coming, welcome, we're glad to have you," The woman smiled.
"I'm glad to be here, this place is absolutely beautiful," Mandy smiled.
"Thank you, it's a family business, currently, my mother and I run the place," Angelina smiled. "She and your mom go back quite some years and when Jordan called to say you were coming, we were glad to have you. We only take referrals, you see, we're very exclusive. Let's get you checked in and settled, shall we?"
Angelina's smile was very warm and inviting, Mandy felt her tensions ebbing already. She thought she could easily live here if it wasn't likely expensive as all get-out.
Mandy's room was almost as big as her apartment on campus at university and the bed was huge and very comfortable. There was a lovely large shower with glass doors, a sunken tub, large TV and even a stereo. Angelina smiled and told Mandy to enjoy herself. A few minutes later, a very pretty ash-blonde close to her own age appeared in her room.
"Hi, you're Mandy?" Mandy nodded and the girl held out her hand. "My name is Rita and I'll be your personal attendant."
"Personal attendant?"
"Yes. Each of our guests gets her own attendant. We do whatever you need, massage, facials, pedicures, some of us are licensed hairstylists, we do grooming, we'll even keep you company and swim with you, play tennis, take you dancing ... whatever you like, we're here for you," Rita smiled. The girl was lovely, with the vaguest hint of some European accent and a lush, curvy body. She had beautiful breasts and in the short, white jersey dress she was wearing, was very attractive.
"You certainly do indulge your guests, don't you?" Mandy smiled.
"We try our best," Rita smiled, her voice soft and lilting. "Is there anything I can do for you now? A massage, a facial, draw you a bath?"
Mandy shook her head. "No, right now I'd like some food. How does that work around here, do I call someone or ...?"
"Food is included and you tell me and I go to the kitchen and have it prepared. What do you fancy?" Rita asked.
"God, I'd kill for a cheeseburger!" Mandy groaned. "I know it's fattening, but I haven't eaten today ... big fight with the boyfriend ... and I'm starving!"
"One cheeseburger coming up," Rita smiled. "With the works?" Mandy nodded and as Rita left, she said "You don't have to worry about your figure Mandy, you're beautiful. Besides, while you're here, you'll more than likely work it off."
