Amanda goes ahead with it, but it doesn't go as planned

Amanda's head was still whirling from the shocking news of her behavior the night before. She couldn't believe that she'd forget what sounded like the best sex of her life.

While she struggled with the revelation the girls were directed toward booths to change. Amanda, in a world of her own, overshot the mark, and instead of entering the customer's change room at the end entered the 'employee's only' preparation room.

She stared around, thinking to herself that this room wasn't quite what she'd expected. It wasn't as posh, but it was also rather large. It had a number of lockers, and there were boxes and bottles everywhere. Having never come this far into the massage parlor before she had no idea that it wasn't supposed to look like this.

Picking a locker she pulled, found it locked, and went on to the next until she found one that wasn't occupied. After a quick look around she pulled off her clothes and stuffed them into the locker, wondering where she was supposed to get a lock from.

Shrugging she padded on bare feet over to a robe she spotted on a wall and slipped it on before looking around, wondering where she should go now. There was a few doors, each leading to a massage room, though she didn't know that.

Picking a door she pushed through, stopping dumbfounded on the other side, letting the door click shut behind her as she stared at the person already occupying the room.

"About time," the figure said, face down on the massage bed. "Work your magic on me, I already put the money on the table."

Amanda's eyes fixed on a small stack of cash, then went back to the person in front of her. At long last her brain figured out that the person thought she was the masseuse!