Shower time

Thalia headed back to the changing room. She dropped her robe into the laundry hamper and slipped off her panties before hitting the showers.

She set the dial on the shower to ‘multi’ and stepped in. Jets of hot water massaged her body from all sides. Covering herself in the fancy shower gel, she lathered it up to a white foam on her ebony body. She could watch herself in the floor to ceiling mirror opposite as she showered. Rotating slowly she let the shower wash the foam away again.

Thalia pressed a button and the water stopped and was replaced by warm air. Again she turned slowly letting it dry her body. She took her time as she enjoyed this sensation. Unlike a man, the air didn’t focus on any particular part of her body, but treated it all equally. The process drew her attention to her skin and made her feel alive and energized.

She had enjoyed her shift but was happy to have finished for the day.

The female guest she had met - Carol, had been interesting she thought to herself. She had never had a guest work with her like that before. What was the real deal with O’Rourke though? she wondered. Had Carol wanted to punish him or to fulfill his fantasy? She had certainly been getting turned on from ruining him. Next time we should put the heart rate monitor on you Carol! That thought made her smile.

“That’s a pretty smile.”

She looked up to see that O’Rourke had entered the shower area. She had been deep in thought and hadn’t noticed.

She checked her necklace. Red.

O’Rourke had seen her check. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m really just here for a shower.”

“Well, if there is any service you might need reception can organize that for you,” she smiled.

“I know,” O’Rourke replied. “I’ve just had a session. I think I will remember that for a long time.”

“Was it to your satisfaction?” asked Thalia. Always good to get guest feedback.

“Well, I didn’t really know what to expect to be honest. But it did something for me. The loss of control was a new thing for me to experience. I’m an alpha at work and in bed. I’ve never been used like that before.”

“What exactly happened?” Thalia asked.

O’Rourke told her his story. How he had been strapped down, blindfolded, had clamps and plugs applied to him and wired up to a heart monitor. He lingered over the explanation of how the vibrator was used on him to ruin him repeatedly.

Thalia decided that he was still mentally processing that part of the process.

“Goodness, that must have been quite the experience for you. Would you try it again?” Thalia asked.

“I’m not sure. At the time it was overwhelming and it felt like too much. Each time I came but didn’t cum - if you get what I mean - I just wanted it more. My cock was becoming sore. It was swollen and she had fastened a ring or something around the base which just made it harder and harder as the session went on. I began to like the feeling of not getting to a proper orgasm, just being held on the edge, though I will be honest and say that when she finally took me in her mouth and finished me off that was a relief.”

“That’s what being ruined will do for you,” Thalia noted. “Your response was pretty standard. But how do you know it was a ‘she’ providing the service?” Thalia smirked as she asked this.

O’Rourke looked a bit surprised. “Well I saw her when she strapped me in at the beginning and unstrapped me at the end,” he replied.

“That won’t have been the person who serviced you. They have a girl to put you in the room and to sort you out afterwards. Part of the deal is that you don’t get to know who is providing the service. It could be awkward if you saw them elsewhere in the resort.”

O’Rourke certainly looked a bit uncomfortable now. He thought it had been a woman’s voice, but it was all a bit hazy in his mind now.

“But,” Thalia continued, “does it really matter who it was and whether they were male or female if you enjoyed it?” That’s hit home, she thought, score that as a point for the girl’s team.

“How do you know so much about how this place works, are you a regular?” O’Rourke asked when he had finally composed himself.

“I’m on the staff,” Thalia answered.

With that she stepped out of the shower leaving O’Rourke behind and headed back to get dressed. She enjoyed the idea that though unsettled by the conversation he was certainly checking out her magnificent black body.