Morning comes

After a few hours of deep slumber, Molly woke with a contented feeling as she was enveloped with His warmth leaning up against her. Enjoying the faint glow still running through her system, she realized her body was craving some nourishment after the strenuous activity without any food.

Quietly sliding out of the bed so as not to disturb her partner, she quietly padded in the buff to the kitchen. There she finds the dishes still filled with cooling dinner; he always did have a talent with his drive and determination to produce quality results around the stove as well.

Dishing out a small plate for herself, she quietly stored the remainder in the fridge for later. Even cold the dish was fulfilling and helped her nod right back to sleep after quietly slipping back under the covers and snuggling back in with Sir.

All too early, the alarm went off in time to get Molly up for work. She hops out of bed, preps for work, and heads out getting a quick “luv yu” mumbled from Paul buried in the pillows.

Paul is finally roused from a bed a couple of hours later by his calendar reminder that his appointment is in 15 minutes. The realization he overslept kicks in some adrenaline to help grab his black sweats & boxers as he pulls them on grabbing a basic logo shirt, ankle socks, and running shoes as he dashes out the door.

Blazing down the street and pushing things further than he absolutely should, he managed to slide into the parking only 2 minutes late. Rushing into the salon, he lets the attendant know he’s here for his appointment.

Looking up to confirm his tanning appoint, she greets Paul and asks if he brought a change of clothes for when he’s done.

Paul snipes back at her that he’s just fine and to get going.

The young attendant hurriedly rushes into the back to let the technician know, happy to avoid the agitated customer. She her apprehensive look as the door closes, Paul realizes he was a little harsh on her and kicks himself as he feels his stomach grumble realizing he’s neglected getting himself some food; he’ll have to keep an eye on the hangry.

After a couple of moments, a tall, dark, severe looking woman comes from the back, “you Paul?”

“Yea, uh about earl.”

Cutting him off, “follow me to your room,” she interjects.

Leading him to a room that looks somewhere between a doctor’s office and meditation room; dark & relaxing, yet definitely functional. She instructs him, “disrobe in here, stand on the pedestal and I’ll return with my equipment.”

With a solid thunk of the closing door, Paul proceeds to remove his clothes and shoes, stepping onto the pedestal in nothing but his boxes.

As the technician returns with a cart surrounded by hoses and things she takes a quick look at him with the grubby boxes, socks, and unkempt legs. “Those are going to get in the way. We are consummate professionals, please disrobe completely to ensure no interference or damage.”

“Um, ya, I had talked to Brooke about testing this out for the first session.”

The technician raised a suspicious eyebrow at him as he rambled on, “I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t an adverse reaction or anything. If there isn’t anything, then I was going to do a full layout tomorrow.”

“Well, we have very low incidents of allergic reactions, but did you not read the advisors and preparation recommendations to provide the best experience for you?”

“Oh, ya, um. I’m fine. I got it,” he lied.

Continuing to look at him, his hairy legs, and full coverage clothes, she just rolls her eyes. It's his loss if it gets screwed up. Where does Brooke find these gullible idiots?

“As long as you know. Now please stand still,” she continued as a warning. “I may turn the pedestal to ensure I have the proper coverage and angels, so please firmly place your feet shoulder width apart to ensure proper balance and do not move. Also, ensure your hands stay out of the way by placing them on your head.”

Paul moves to comply and steadies himself.

With deliberate skill and concentration, she proceeded to ensure he had a nice, even tone almost tent over his skin. The hair was definitely problematic, but she was able to work around it. The boxers and socks will definitely not be an option next time. She’d make sure to review it with the boss so they could cut this out if he pulls it again. The last thing they need is him spouting of crap about them if he won’t even prep right.

As she finishes with the spray, she takes some of the special lotion to help lock it in and goes to apply it to his leg. However, at that moment, Paul hears his phone going nuts with alerts indicating a client is trying to get a hold of him.

Jumping off the pedestal to grab his phone only to see a key client is looking for an e-mail reply.

“Sir, we still need to finish your lotion to lock in the tint, please get back up here until we’re done.”

Nearly ignoring her he doesn’t take his eyes off the messages while saying, “ya, sure just leave me the lotion and I’ll do it at home,” as he waves her off.

Before she can even respond, he pulls on his pants and slides on his shirt, as he slips in his shoes.

“Sir, I don’t think you understand....”

“Ya, I’m fine. That lotion is it, right?” taking the small sample size from her hand.

“Well, ya, but...”

“Thanks! I appreciate it! I look forward to next week,” as he ducks out the door towards the front.

Turning the receptionist, “hey, I have to run, do you need anything from me or are we good?”

“Um, ya, this is part of your package so it's paid for....”

Not even listening for the end of her sentence, “great, see you in a week,” as he pushes out into the sun to drive home and resolve his clients’ concerns.

After grabbing a quick snack, Paul sits down to send out communications and statuses to various clients. Within a couple of hours, everything was resolved and the clients are satiated.