I'm ready

If that round of practice was any indication, you think you are ready for your interview. You take a quick nap to pass the time and then head out to start your undercover mission.

You arrive at the Serenity Springs Spa a little early and step inside. It's much larger than you expected, with an open greeting area. Soft music plays in the background and you notice the faint smell of incense. Overall it has a bit of a calming effect, which is more or less what you would expect at a spa. You walk up to the receptionist, an attractive blonde in her early 20's with long, straight hair."Can I help you with something, sir?" she asks in a pleasant tone.

"I have an interview scheduled. For the masseuse position."

"Just a moment... Ah yes. Mister Dominguez?" Your cover ID is named Chadwick Dominguez. Not your first choice, but whatever.

"Yes that's me."

"Good! You can take a seat and Miss Moen will be out to see you shortly." You plop down in a cushiony chair and take a look around. All the other clients in the waiting area are female, which probably explains the desire for a male masseuse. A redhead walks into the building as the first new person to enter since you arrived. She has her hair up in a bun and wears thin rimmed glasses, a black sweater and a ruffled red skirt. Librarian. Definitely a librarian- Oh wait. That's Batgirl! You almost didn't recognize her, but her conversation with the receptionist confirms that this is Barbara Gordon. She walks your way and sits down next to you.

"Hi, I'm Barbara," she 'introduces' herself.

"Chadwick." You shake hands, playing along. "First time here?" you ask, gesturing at the informational form on the clipboard she's holding.

"Yep. I've heard good things and wanted to give it a try. You?" A faint buzzing sound, almost like a mosquito, starts mixing in with the music.

"Interview for me... Hey do you hear that?" It's not quite annoying, but there's definitely something there.

"No? What are you talking about?" she gives you a confused look. The buzzing suddenly stops. Weird.

"Maybe it was nothing. Anyways, yeah I'm interviewing for a masseuse position. Perhaps if all goes well I'll get to rub my hands all over you later." She lets out a giggle.

A leggy brunette walks up in front of you. "Mr. Dominguez? I'm Molly Moen." You stand up and shake hands. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes! Lead the way." You turn to Batgirl. "It was nice meeting you." She nods and you walk off behind Miss Moen. She is wearing a white button-up shirt and a tight pair of black pants that show off her curves quite nicely. You have to **** yourself to keep your eyes up top and not stare at her ass as it wiggles in front of you. You would guess that she is only in her early 30's, but she is the manager of this place, as indicated on the door of the office you enter. She sits behind her desk and takes her glasses off. Once you are seated, she begins. That weird buzzing pops up again, but within a few seconds it fades away.

"It looks like all your paperwork is in order and you have a solid resume. What brings you to Serenity Springs?"

"Just looking to move up in the world. I hear you are the best, so this seems like the place for me to take the next step."

"We do offer a generous salary and our clients are typically good tippers as well. But with that, we do have some requirements of you. Firstly, the nondisclosure agreement you signed with your application is iron tight. We have an elite clientele here and no discussion of who comes here and what they do will ever leave these walls. Second, we require that you leave all your electronic devices in your locker before work. We will not tolerate any secret recordings taking place. Is that clear?" You nod. "Good. Now, we're in a bit of a bind as we had to let another member of the staff go for not following our rules. I can put you on the crew right away, but I would be remiss if I didn't complete your interview. So, go to the employee locker room down the hall on your left. There are clean uniforms there that you can change into. Then head to Massage Room Five for your trial." You stand and thank her for the opportunity before heading down the hall.

This place is not kidding about their security. You have already spotted four burly security guards as well as several cameras in the hallways. It's going to be a challenge to snoop around this place without anyone noticing. Hopefully you can get the information you need without arousing suspicions. You nod to one of the guards as you duck inside the employee locker room. Sure enough there are white shirts and pants hanging and you change into ones of your size. You stow your belongings in a locker and take the flimsy key with you. It wouldn't take much to pick the lock and you half expect them to go through your things anyway you check you out. You didn't bring anything that would compromise your identity or mission, so you leave everything behind and exit the room. The guard stops you and runs a wand over and around you. Satisfied, he lets you continue and you walk off to find Massage Room Five.

Upon entering the room, you get that weird static buzzing again. It's a different frequency this time, but it once again fades. That's too many times to be a coincidence, but you're not sure what could be causing it. Your first client appears to already be on the massage table, face down with a towel draped over her bottom.

"Ah you made it. I trust the uniform fits alright?" The woman on the table turns her head toward you and it is in fact Miss Moen. She sees your look of surprise and laughs. "What better way for me to judge your abilities than to see for myself? Now, give me the full works." You nod and proceed, pouring some of the supplied oil on her back and beginning the massage. "Mmm that's good," she says as you work over her shoulders. "Now, I'm sure you know this, but you need to be in communication with the client as you work on them. Sometimes they will instruct you on what they want. Most of the time you should comply, but -ooh yes right there- sometimes you will have to use your discretion and know what is best for your client."

You continue on with the massage, getting little directional instructions as you go along. "Higher," she says as you work up her leg. Uh oh. You work up as high as the edge of the towel, but don't dare to go any farther. "Higher," she says again. Damnit. You decide to go a little higher, dipping under the towel, but still not too close to her privates. "Higher," she says yet again. Is this some sort of test?