Off to the Spa

You are surprised by how good you feel. Despite a rather intense pair of workouts, you feel awake, energized, even still a bit horny. You throw on some clothes and head to the spa, eager to see Deb again.

You make your way to the lobby and into the elevator. You hit the spa button and insert your key card. The elevator begins its descent. The door opens. The lobby is quite pretty. Plants line the room and relaxing music plays. If you hadn't just fucked Deborah Walsh, you would have called the receptionist the most attractive women you had ever seen.

In a melodic voice she says, "Mr. Anders?"

"Yes."

"Have a seat, our nurse will be with you in a moment."

You park yourself in a very comfortable love seat. In less than a minute Deborah emerges from a nearly hidden door. Her attire is incredible. She is wearing a latex nurse outfit. It looks as if it's painted on. It is low cut, allowing a beautiful view of her ample cleavage. It is short enough to just barely cover her round toned ass, leaving her long lean legs entirely on display.

She smiles at you. "Glad you made it Mark. I'm going to give a little sedative. Trust me once you are done you'll feel like a new man."

She walks over to you swaying her lovely ass. The latex outfit she is wearing is so shiny you can see your reflection.

"Don't worry Mark, believe it or not, I really am an RN."

You ponder wether miss Walsh might really be older than she looks. When she plunges a needle into you.

Blackness.

You wake up back in the lobby. You feel strange, good. You stand up. You haven't felt this strong, this virile since you were twenty. You look at yourself in the mirrors. You look good, thinner, trimmer, even more muscular.

The receptionist looks over at you. "You have an appointment for tomorrow, nine sharp."

You wonder if you could talk her into a good fucking. Perhaps something to consider for later?