Spa

As she stepped out into the hallway Carol thought she saw the door of the room next door closing. Was that Geraldine going back for seconds, she wondered? It had been quite a sight watching her get speared by that giant black cock. The dreamy look on Geraldine’s face when she had been asked how it had felt had stuck with Carol. For a second she considered going back into her room to take a peek through the magic mirror just to see what was going on. _When _did I become such voyeur? she asked herself.

She was glad that for now her necklace was red, but even so it felt odd to be out of her room. She quickly left the building following the signs for the spa block. She could feel the warm air brush her thighs. I haven’t worn something so short outside since I gave up hockey at school, she thought. She felt both sexy and strangely more powerful. That puzzled her. How could it be that she felt more powerful when she was wearing a necklace that at a moment’s notice could turn green and allow any man who wanted use her as he saw fit. But she did feel more powerful. It didn’t have to make sense she decided.

Carol saw a few people walking around the resort, mostly staff, but also some guests. She remembered that Geraldine had told her that most guests started the day later and it was clearly still the quieter part of the day. They were a real mix of shapes and sizes though with a clear bias towards middle age. She saw them differently now that she was their potential prey, sizing them up and ranking them in her head. Maybe this is what it feels like to be a man, she thought, always sizing up the opportunities. In the past she would have been oblivious to the people around her, but the new situation made her hyper alert.

She reached the spa block without incident other than a few comments from the guests she passed on her way, all men of course, a mix of pleasant greetings and lewd comments. The short pleated skirt and white button up shirt clearly appealed to the demographic.

The woman at the spa reception smiled as she approached. “Hello,” she said. “I don’t recognise you, is this your first time at the spa?”

“Yes,” said Carol. “I’m pretty new to all of this.” Inside she thought to herself, though I’m picking up the ropes quickly.

“Some things you need to know then,” said the receptionist. “The spa operates just like the other main parts of the resort, so if your necklace goes green you are fair game. There’s a steam room, a sauna, a treatment room and a massage room. You can book treatments and massages here. It’s a quiet at the moment if you want any of those services, though it gets busier as we get later in the afternoon. Changing and showers are to the right. You can find robes and slippers and anything else you might need, but as elsewhere we have a relaxed view on nudity. Would you like to make a booking?”

For someone so used to feeling in control, Carol was getting more comfortable with others making the decisions for her. That had been working out pretty well for her she thought, even if it had been a little challenging at the time.

“Would you choose for me?” Carol asked.