Interrupt

*Ahem* you clear your throat, which causes Barbara's eyes to flutter open. They quickly shoot wide open when she sees you and realizes her condition. "Oh my-" She curls up and pulls the towel in front of her to block your view. "Can you hand me my robe?" You pull the robe off the hook by the door and give it to her.

"I'll just be outside," you say, stepping back out of the room to allow her to redress and gather herself. In a minute she joins you in the hallway. Her cheeks almost match her hair in color, but other than that she seems fine.

"How long were you standing there?" she asks as you exit the area and walk toward the massage room.

"I just got here. You didn't answer when I knocked, so I peeked in and there you were. Are you okay?"

"Yeah I think so. I guess I was so relaxed that I zoned out and started, well, you know. I'm not really sure what happened."

"Dominguez! You're late!" The voice of Maurice interrupts your conversation.

"I'm sorry sir. There was a small delay while fetching Miss Gordon," you reply.

"Really it was all my fault," Barbara interjects. "It's just so relaxing here and I fell asleep in the steam room."

"Very well." Maurice eyes you suspiciously. "Get yourself back on schedule, Dominguez. We don't want Miss Gordon to be late on her first day."

"Yes, sir." You continue down the hallway with Maurice glaring at you with an 'I'll be keeping an eye on you' look. Great...

Finally, you reach the massage room, so you can re-start your conversation. "Have you found anything yet?" you ask Barbara.

"I haven't had much of a chance to snoop around. They seem to have an excessive amount of security, even for their high end clientele." She loosens the belt on her robe and walks toward the massage table. "But I'm not any closer to figuring out what they're doing here. What about you?"

"There's definitely something fishy going on." You look up toward the speaker in the ceiling. "Have you heard any of the buzzing sounds in the music?" In the time it takes you to point and look up at the speakers and then look back to your partner, she has ditched the robe and now lays on the massage table with a towel over her bottom. "Um what are you doing?"

"I am here for a massage, you know."

"Well yeah, but it's me. You don't have to do that."

"And if that bald guy comes in to check on you? We can't go blowing your cover just yet. Plus I paid good money for this spa day, so massage me up, damnit!" You share a chuckle.

"Okay, let me just grab the oil." You pick up a bottle off the rack and give her a thin coating, spreading it over her back. "Now as I was saying, have you heard anything weird in the music?"

"No, I haven't noticed anything. Ooh that's tingly..." she comments as you continue to spread out the oil. "Like, really good tingly..." You take a look at the bottle and notice a heart-shaped logo on the front.

"Oh whoops. It looks like I grabbed some sort of romantic massage oil. It probably has a warming effect or something like that."

"Mmm it's definitely warming something up..."

"Are you okay?"

"Never better..."

"Right..." You decide that you probably shouldn't use any more of this oil. Maybe it's the residual effect of her steam room adventure, but even the tiny amount of oil you've used has Barbara sounding like she's going to cream on the table. You continue the massage, but without any additional oil. "So what's the plan?"

"We need to get -a little higher, that's the spot- into the manager's office. She's clearly the one pulling the strings. There has to be some evidence on her computer - Wow you are good at this. You learned all of this in a day?"

"Yep. Do you want to try to get into the office now? Or wait until the end of the day? We still have 30 minutes left on your massage, so we have enough time to get there without being late for your next station."

"Mmmm.. 30 minutes? We shouldn't need more than 5 in the office. I don't know what's come over me today, but I have a huge favor to ask of you."

"What's that?"

"I am so freaking horny right now and I don't think I'll be able to function unless I blow off some steam." She props herself up on her elbows and gives you a lusty look. "I need you to make this one of those 'happy ending' massages. Will you do that for me?"