Absolutely

The school had already surprised you with how modern and spacious it was. It had every facility imaginable, and food was delivered, but none of that could have prepared you for the spa. It was essentially what you would find at a clubhouse, complete with saunas, baths, massage tables and a quite considerable staffing by the looks of things, and it was open from 4 to 8pm. "You can get any number of massages: Thai, Swedish, hot stone, deep tissue, sports, acupuncture, hopscotch, rotating hamsterball, Florencian tiger-style and anything else you can think of". Wait, what? You're pretty sure half of those weren't real... and acupuncture? Like from Kung-Fu Panda?

"There's saunas, jacuzzi baths, mud baths and all of that over here, and you can get any number of facial treatments, and maybe more for me than for you, manicures and pedicures." Catherine smiles. "Wow, this is incredible. I can't believe I haven't been here before". She laughs, "I'm gonna let you in to a secret club. This is like the teachers lounge area of the spa." she points to a red door behind the reception. "The masseuses in here are much better, and it just smells nicer," she walks in, and you follow, "don't you think?"

She leads you through a door marked "1". Inside the room there are two tables, and right in front of your eyes, Mrs. Olympia starts pulling off her clothes, so you hurriedly close the door behind you, and fidget awkwardly. She throws her top onto a chair on one side of the room and quickly unclasps her bra and turns around, as she reveals her breasts. "Well come on then, Alex. You're here to get a massage, right?"

You unashamedly ogle her shapely and symmetrical breasts, hanging ever so slightly down over her toned and tanned body. She obviously knows, but doesn't seem to care at all, standing with her hands on her hips, and her bra in one hand. You swallow, and begin to slowly undress. Once your shirt is over your head, she's already sitting fully nude, in a meditative pose on the table, her nipples erect and pointing at you, like they're staring. You stare back as you pull the rest of your clothes off, and fold them roughly onto a chair.

You sit on the edge of the soft massage table in front of Mrs. Olympia, awkwardly covering your cock. Finally, a uniformed lady walks in, a latina woman, slightly shorter than you. Mrs. Olympia opens her eyes and greets her. "Hi Sofia, I was just coming in with Alex here for a massage, he's never been here before," she says, conspiratorially, "I would like my regular, and do you have anyone with male experience for Alex?"

Sofia nods, "Of course. What would you like?". Mrs. Olympia continues, "Could we get a... Swedish massage, with some light Greek for me," she turns to you, "I don't think you're quite ready to experience that, hon". It's for the best that she's taking over. You didn't realise massages could be like ordering food, you just figured it was like... a massage. "and then a Thai finish." she punctuates her order with a wide smile. Sofia smiles and nods, before leaving the room through a different door than you came in. Not long after, two more latina ladies enter the room through the same door, and one of them comes up to you and gestures you to lie down, but you seem to be having a problem. Your massive fucking boner, after watching Catherine's tits bob while she spoke. You fidget awkwardly, before deciding just to move your hands, revealing your swollen, and still slightly sore cock. The masseuse, whose name tag reads Claudia, looks at it surprisingly unshocked. "I have some soothing cream that would help, I can do a quick massage on it before we get started?"

Thankfully, Mrs. Olympia isn't paying attention, so you just quickly nod. If this milking thing with Mrs. Juniper continues, it may be good to know about this little trick. Claudia finds some sort of switch on the side of the table, and you don't realise what it does until she gestures to the center of the table, where there is now a hole, perfectly at dick level. You awkwardly get up on the table, shifting your body and putting your shaft through the hole. You then look to your side, where Claudia begins to crawl under the table. Suddenly, you feel a light touch and a relaxing cool sensation on your cock. She begins to rub the cream all over, and lightly massages your shaft, not neccesarily sexually, though it does feel good. You watch as the other masseuse rubs her slick hands all over Mrs. Olympia's tight body, shifting the fat and muscle around her gargantuan and fit ass, and down to her thighs and then calves. You see her tits pressed out at her sides, the nipple of one breast shooting out to face you directly. She is also facing you, though her eyes are closed, and her mouth is slightly agape, almost like she's fallen asleep on the table. Claudia bursts up from under the table, blocking your view.