Tired Tiffany dashed toward her next stop, chatting with her phone about the remaining ingredients for dinner and how much time she had left to finish her errands before she had to be back home. She barely made it to the bench outside of the busy strip mall before a torn paper bag gave way. She transferred its contents to a foldable bag from her purse and dared to rest for a second.
A kindly man stopped and offered a hand. "One of those days?" She thanked him but politely declined. "There's a rest lounge down there at the end of the strip. It's worth a visit," he said and handed her a coupon before moving on.
Super Happy Rest Lounge, she read from the slip. One free guest visit. Tiffany looked at the time on her phone, stuffed the coupon in her purse, and rushed to her next stop.
Later that evening, when life should have been quiet, she found the coupon. Listening to her daughter and husband argue, she pulled the Super Happy Rest Lounge site up on her tablet.
She was annoyed when it started to play some music. She hated sites that invaded what little quiet time she had, but the music was soothing, and so she left it on as she perused the invitingly simple site. The establishment had comfortable chairs, exotic teas, and a gift shop. "For a better experience, use earbuds or headphones to better enjoy our lulling music," the notification read. Without thinking, she popped in her earbuds to listen as she multitasked.
"Tiffany? Tiff? Are you in there?"
Tiffany looked up at Cal, her husband. "Sorry. I must have dozed," she said and put her buds away.
"With your eyes open--it was creepy-weird. You okay?"
She assured him that she was, which was true. She hadn't felt so relaxed in a long time and snuggled next to her husband when he sat. "Let's watch some TV. I'm done working."
Cal's stifled moans and the hot jets of sperm between her fingers shook Tiffany out of her reverie. A blanket lay across their laps that was not there earlier, and her hand was down her husband's unbuckled pants.
"Damn, Babe," he said and kissed her head as it rested on his shoulder. "I don't know what prompted that, but thanks!"
Drowsy and confused, she asked if the show was over.
"No, I paused it because neither of us was paying any attention."
"I think I should go to bed."
"Really? It's early, and you took a nap. I could return the favor if you want."
"No, I think I'm tired."
~~~
In the middle of another hectic day in the middle of another hectic week, Tiffany stood at the door of the Super Happy Rest Lounge with a coupon in her hand. It opened for her when she reached for the handle, and she stepped inside to subdued lighting and the same relaxing music that was on their website. The pleasant aroma of tea wafted from a pot on a nearby table.
"Welcome to the Super Happy Rest Lounge," a cheerful, disembodied feminine voice said. "Choose any of the unoccupied pods by depositing your coupon in its slot. Be sure to visit our gift shop when you are done. Have a super happy rest."
Ahead and to one side were seven standalone floor-to-ceiling cylindrical closets, some with blue blinking lights and some with harsh red ones. A video kiosk under a "Gift Shop" sign was on the opposite wall.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Welcome to the Super Happy Rest Lounge."
Tiffany took a few steps. "Is anybody here?"
The voice said, "Have some tea. Choose any of the unoccupied pods by depositing your coupon in its slot. Have a super happy rest."
It's all automated, Tiffany realized. She chose the nearest blue-lit pod, and the slot next to it pulled the coupon from her fingers. A paper-wrapped plush reclining chair and hot tea were waiting inside. She poured more tea into the cup after sipping a small sample. The chair was very comfortable; she pried her shoes off and settled back.
"For a better experience, use earbuds or headphones to better enjoy our lulling music."
Too bad I... She held that thought and reached into her purse. She couldn't recall putting her earbuds in there, but that didn't matter. She wiggled them into place and closed her eyes.
Tiffany blinked a few times. She was too relaxed to panic but fumbled for her phone nevertheless. "How long was I out?" she wondered aloud.
"You have been resting for twenty-one minutes and fifteen seconds. I hope that you had a super happy rest. Be sure to visit our gift shop."
Super happy that she hadn't taken too long a break, and amazed at how much energy she had, Tiffany bounced from the chair. She scanned the lobby for information about how much this would have cost had she not had a coupon, but found nothing.
Feeling obligated to buy something, she selected a branded sleep mask from the "Recommended for You" group. After she paid, the mask dropped into the tray as did two other items: a long and thin paper sleeve, and a blister-packed personal massager. She self-consciously dropped the dildo back into the tray and put the mask and sleeve into her purse. Two coupons for free visits were printed along with her receipt.
Daughter Leslie was studying in her room by the time Tiffany got home and, thankfully, she had done the dinner prep that she was asked to do. The rest of the night's meal was easily started, and Tiffany examined her gifts.
The mask was exceptionally well-made and worth the cost. The sleeve contained a stiff, six-inch needle that was barely thicker than a hair. The only printing on the package was in characters that she didn't recognize and was accompanied by a diagram of a hand with a dot on the wrist below the pinky finger. One of the coupons was like the one she used: One free guest visit. The other read, One free visit Member 000105.
I guess I'm a member, now. Tiffany was happy with that thought.
She tended to dinner, but the image of the needle stuck in her head. She checked that her daughter was still in her room, peeled back the package, and gingerly examined it. She opened her palm and dragged the sharp end along her wrist where the dot was in the picture.
This is stupid, she thought right before the point found where it wanted to be, and she penetrated her skin with a satisfying pop. "Oooh," she sighed. Her eyelids drooped, and she pushed the needle in just a tiny bit more. She moaned then and struggled to keep her eyes even a little open as she pulled and pushed, pulled and pushed the needle. The tingling that she felt in her wrist was mirrored between her legs, and her breaths ran deeper and quicker with every thrust.
"Oh, God," she panted just as the front door opened.
"I'm home!"
"Hi, Hon!" she shouted, shaking herself awake. She set the needle aside and licked the tiny drop of blood from her wrist. "Dinner will be ready soon," she said, planting her usual kiss on his cheek. "Why don't you open a bottle of wine?"
Leslie hid in her room after dinner, Cal puttered around with some overdue repair chores, and Tiffany fidgeted. She retrieved the needle, bent it in half, and buried it in the trash. She couldn't see the hole that she put in her wrist, but she knew it was there. She tried reading, television, and paying the bills, but nothing could take her mind off the orgasm she didn't have or what dark compulsion made her jab herself in the first place.
It was too early to go to sleep.
Tiffany found her husband at his desk, carefully turning his screwdriver. "Hey, big guy. I'm going to bed."
"How come? Are you feeling tired again?"
"Uh-uh. Not at all. Wide awake." She popped open the top button of her blouse. "Wide." Pop. "Awake." Pop. Tiffany spun away and smiled when she heard his tool crash into the box.
Leslie heard her mom shriek when her dad caught up to her. Their door slammed shut, but she could still hear her say, "Careful, don't tear it!"
Eew-wuh.
They were in the flesh in a flash, and Tiffany lay on the bed with her legs stretched wide open.
"No foreplay?" Cal asked.
"What are you, a girl?" She pushed a finger into her pussy and then spread her lips. Cal didn't need to be insulted twice and shoved his cock up to the hilt with one push. "Oh, God, yes, I've been so fucking horny all day," she said between kisses and thrusts.
Happy to oblige, Cal fucked his wife faster. Tiffany groaned and sucked on her wrist, tonguing the spot that the needle went in. "There it is, there it is," she huffed. "There. It. Is!" She arched her back high and dropped back down. "Don't stop. Don't slow down!"
Cal hadn't seen his wife like this in years and was not going to disappoint her. He knew what she liked and how she liked it, and he concentrated on that--and on the Blue Jays' bullpen. Tiffany didn't take long to climax again, clawing at the sheets and shuddering between the waves.
Thankful that he didn't have to hold back anymore, Cal plunged his cock as deep as it would go and ground against her, purging his balls of every built-up drop. Once finished, he slumped to her side.
"You're the best," she said as she stroked his slippery, quitting cock. "I'll bet you can do it again." She climbed between his legs to suck his cock and tug his sack.
"Easy! Take it easy, it'll come back but I'm not some kind of robot."
~~~
"Hold for Member 000105." The sticky note was on the personal massager that Tiffany had left behind after her first visit. She set it aside without wondering how it happened to be right there, right then. "For a better experience, use earbuds or headphones to better enjoy our lulling music," she said when the automated voice hadn't. She settled in, closed her eyes, and then opened them.
She felt relaxed and strangely satisfied but she was unsure whether she had napped or not. She checked her phone--she had been there for thirty-two minutes. The massager was out of its package and had obviously been used. A quick check of her panties confirmed it.
Masturbating in a public place in her sleep should have bothered her but she readily dismissed what she would normally consider to be inappropriate behavior. She took the dildo with her and opened the pod door.
