Go to the spa

You thought about what the receptionist told you. She made a pretty good case for the spa, almost like she genuinely wanted you to experience it, and it made sense to start your vacation off with something as peaceful as a spa day.

You walked down the paths cutting though and around the groves of tropical trees until you found the spa. It was its own building, about half the size of the motel. It looked cylindrical from your perspective, with a cone roof.

Making your way inside, you found yet another receptionist, though her relaxed outfit seemed to hint that that wasn’t her only job.

“Hi, I’m Jack and I’m staying at the motel. I was recommended the full relaxation treatment by the receptionist. Is that available?” you asked.

“Ah, yes, though it takes some time, and we use unusual methods to make up for that and achieve maximum comfort. Are you okay with that?” the receptionist asked in an accent that was hard to point out. “Of course, if something is beyond what you’re comfortable with, you can always choose to leave, but payment is up front.”

It almost felt like a dare. You weren’t scared to relax, who did you look like? Some workaholic? Sure, maybe the bags under your eyes and the premature wrinkles below them might make it seem like you lived to work, but that wasn’t true.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you told her.

“Amazing,” the receptionist said with a warm smile. “I’ll be working with you today. You can call me Melissa. Please follow me.”

Doing as she says, you follow her to a room directly behind her.

“Please, sit down. I will remove and replace your current clothes with something much more comfortable. Your clothes and possessions you’re carrying will be kept safe in a locked box,” Melissa told you in a reassuring tone, with her arms crossed behind her back.

You felt inclined to trust her. She seemed like she wanted make you enjoy your time with her, so why wouldn’t you let her? You sat down on a cushioned bench as she began to strip off your clothes.

She started with your shoes and socks, carefully putting them to the side. Her smooth hands lightly brushing against your bare feet sent shivers throughout your body. She moved up to your shirt. She grabbed the bottom hem and began to pull it up and off of you, gesturing to you to tell you to lift your arms for her. With your shirt off and next to your shoes, you waited in anticipation. Mellissa bent down and undid your shorts, having you stand up a little as she slid them off of your body.

“Please, lie down for me,” she instructed, prompting you to lie on your back, comfortably resting on the cushioned bench.

Melissa stood up and looked down at you in your underwear with a comforting gaze. A small smile formed on her lips as she left the room.