Before you head home why don't you relax in the corporate spa.

Curtiss looks you over and says "before you head home why don't you relax in the corporate spa and salon get a massage get done up."

"If that's what pleases you?"

Curtiss nods "believe that would be best." He hands you his pass card.

You take the elevator where directed.

You are met by a perky young girl not far into her twenties, her brown hair frames her face. Under her apron her skimpy attire reveals lascivious curves.

She greets you "Hi Miss Wershaw Mr Faust called ahead let us know you'd be coming. My name is Irene I'll be taking care of you today. We'll start with a shower if you'll follow me this way."

As you follow Irene you see a ten foot waterfall descending into a pool. You notice white noise perhaps jungle sounds, there is also a fragrant aroma to be noticed.

Irene ushers you to a multi stall shower. Or a wall with multiple showerheads. There is a rack where you hang your lab coat. You shimmy out of your dress, Irene looking on sucking her pinky clearly admiring your body.

You hop in the shower removing the day and your makeup.

As you come out of the shower Irene gives you a towel allowing you to dry off. Then informs you next is the massage. Leads you threw the atrium to a corridor of inconspicuous doors. She leads you into one and has you lie on a table.

Irene lights some candles. Then begins lathering her hands with massage oil. As she splashes some on your back, you think to ask where the oil is from?

Irene says "oh it's made by our own company most of our products are."

Irene massages the oil deep in your back luxuriating in her touch you close your eyes. Images of sex flood your mind Curtiss pounding you on your desk, the twins in the closet. Alternating with these images of sex images of cruelty appeared kicking a dog, pushing a kid off a bike. Both types of thoughts left you fulfilled and satisfied.

After a fifty minute massage Irene says time to do your hair and makeup and nails.

As Irene now leads you to a studio chair. Sits you down starts shampooing your hair. You ask Irene where she was hired from.

Irene says she was just a couple years out of cosmetology school working at a salon. The pay was no where close and the benefits of the company far surpassed any salon. Irene exclaimed "I swear by Evil glam."

"It does do wonders" you say moving your arms feeling looser after the massage.

You lay back and allow her to continue her ministrations. You disdain this beautician but admit she's competent in her work.

As she puts on your face as you've come to think of Evil glam. Your hand trails from Irene's calf to the small of her back, you drop your hand again to cup her ass.

Irene coo's approvingly.

A moment later Irene hands you a mirror. As always your amazed how young, vibrant and sexy Evil glam makes you look, how powerful incorrigible that makes you feel. Irene had painted your nails bright red. Even now she was doing your toes. With the hand not holding the mirror you make a claw like grabbing scratching motion. You feel viscous.

As you see Irene apply the last of the paint to your little toe. You take Irene by the head and guide her to your damp snatch.

Irene looks up at you with a shrug and a smirk and says "I live to serve the company. " inserting a finger into you she leans forward and licks your clit.