Amanda was removed from the cell

Claire arrived at the door to Amanda’s cell, and opened it. She entered, helped Amanda up, and said, “It’s time to get you cleaned up...the boss has work for you.” So, he was ‘the boss’ now? Amanda was curious of the ‘work’ Kellner had for her, but stayed silent and followed Claire. The journey progressed along a darker hallway, and was silent the entire way. Claire said nothing, and neither did Amanda, although it was problem due to Claire being subjected to some sort of mental conditioning. Amanda admired the silk robe Claire wore; it barely covered her behind, and she was positive it had been a Kellner-approved garment. As the pair walked, Amanda’s head started to clear. The fresh air outside of her cell had begun to help her re-focus. The hallway became brighter, and Amanda became aware of the scent of perfume. There was also a slight misty haze. Claire halted at a door, and motioned for Amanda to enter. She hesitated before grabbing the doorknob and twisting it in her palm.

The door opened, and what was inside shocked Amanda. It was a spa and salon...in the basement of Kellner’s mansion!? Claire motioned again for her to enter, saying, “the boss would like you prepared for his guests this evening. You will be attending to some very important individuals. He wants to show you off and use your ‘assets’ as an advantage. You are his most prized possession, after all.” Amanda didn’t relish the thought of ‘working’ for Kellner, but knew there was no other choice. She also knew that if she didn’t play her cards right, she could end up dead. Beautiful or not, I think there was only so many of Kellner’s buttons she could push before he she was considered a risk instead of an asset. Amanda would play along. She was curious of what type of work Kellner had planned for her.

Upon entering the spa, Amanda was greeted by some of the most friendly women she could remember; certainly the most friendly within the last few days. They all but carried her to the bath, and helped her in. The scented oils in the water refreshed her sense of smell as she drank them in with her breath. She felt the warm water surround her, and wash away the events of the last few days. Claire stood a ways off and watched her in the bath. Amanda used every sponges, brush, and apparatus she could find to cleanse her body. Claire approached and said to her in a charming voice, “Make sure to shave...everywhere. The boss wants you totally smooth.” Amanda understood that meant the possibility of more sex. She wondered how far Claire had fallen? Could Amanda save her?

After bathing, Amanda was led out of that room, and into a salon where all sorts of services were offered; manicures, pedicures, waxing, hairdressing, etc. She was offered a chair, and still wrapped in a tower, sat down. The women around her looked after her body in a caring and warm manner, treating her like she was in an every-day salon. Amanda began to chat with them, and for the first time in days, had begun to relax. A smile began to crack on her face as she enjoyed the sensation of being pampered. Her nails done, the attendants began to treat her hair, giving it several good washings before styling it. They pulled it up into a ponytail, and then teased it out. It was a style Amanda had never tried, but she loved it.

Whisked away from the salon chair, she was led to another room where women were getting massaged. Before she knew it, her towel was pulled away and she was naked in front of everyone. A few attendants gave her an approving once over before asking her to lie on her front along the massage table. She felt oils poured onto her body, and then warm hands spreading them out. The perfumed scent of the oils was intoxicating. Several sets of hands began to cover her body, kneading, stretching, and pressing against her muscles. She shivered a bit as the hands ran the gamut of the back of her body...and everywhere. Amanda could feel weeks of tension release; the mission prep, the evening of her arrival at the mansion, her capture by Kellner, her role as a sexual servant in his glass prison.

As the muscle tension drained from her shoulders and back, the attendants asked her to turn over. Amanda complied willingly. Oils were once again spread about her body, and the women’s hands again began to massage. Feeling their hands cup and knead her breasts filled Amanda with arousal. She became very aware as other sets of hands ran down her abdomen and slid in between her thighs. Her previous arousal grew exponentially. As the hands massaged down her smooth legs, she felt rejuvenated. They helped her stand, and toweled off the excess oil, before wrapping her in a thin robe.