I entered the spa feeling a little skeptical. I never really liked these kind of places, to be honest.
But my latest client really insisted, you see.
I'm a lawyer and I got him off the hook. Again. So he offered me this all-included weekend at the J.A. Spa, in addition to my usual fee.
When he handed me my reservation, he winked and chuckled as if he was offering me the greatest thing ever, God knows why.
Don't get me wrong, spas are fine. People who work in them are real nice, I'm sure. But they're just not my thing.
Anyway, I entered the lobby carrying my suitcase.
At the reception, there was a middle-aged, Asian woman. She would have probably been around 45. She was a rather attractive woman, with few wrinkles, dark hair and quite a figure. She was dressed in a simple, green suit.
She smiled at me, as she looked at the reservation I had placed in her hand.
"Room 45." She said aloud.
Seemingly materializing out of thin air, a friendly, efficient bellboy immediately approached me and took my suitcase.
"Enjoy your stay, Mr. White." Said the receptionist. She had the slightest of accents, it was subtle but pretty attractive.
"Thank you very much." I replied, taken aback by how nice and competent everyone was.
Last time I was on vacation, the receptionist had gotten pissed at me because he kept typing my first name wrong in his computer. This was a nice change of pace.
The elevator gently carried us to the second floor.
The bellboy opened my room's door for me and led the way.
It was a truly magnificent room. It was simple, but soothing. Wood and paper dominated the scene, except for the occasional, tasteful painting.
The bellboy showed me around. The living room had a couch and an armchair, set in front of a large TV. My bedroom was as simple as the rest of the place, with a beautiful, large bed that could have welcomed four people and a smaller TV. The bathroom was simple and clean, with a nice shower and tasteful porcelain.
I gave the bellboy a big tip before he left. He had been real nice. He smiled and bowed a little, before leaving the room.
I stretched and started putting away my things. The place looked rather relaxing, perhaps that idiot of a client had done good, for once.
It was 7PM, Friday night. I though I'd settle in and rest a bit in my room, that evening. I'd visit the place more thoroughly the next day. I had plenty of time.
I ordered room service and watched some TV. The food was delicious and they had pretty much any channel I could want, on TV. So far, I really was enjoying myself.
After the movie was over, I decided to go to bed early. I washed up and got in my luxurious bed.
It was more comfortable then it looked, it was heavenly.
I closed my eyes and turned the light off.
So far, so good.
It was around 1AM when I realized I couldn't sleep. I was horny.
My divorce had been last year, and since then I hadn't really had sex with anyone new.
I rolled around for a bit, then I decided I'd try and see whether the hotel room came with X rated channels.
Sure, there was wi-fi and I had a laptop, but I was curious to see what the room had to offer.
I turned on the TV and searched through the channels.
Nothing, it seemed.
I looked at the remote. Besides the usual buttons, it had some weird extra ones.
One was red and said "pleasure" on it.
I shrugged and pressed it. The TV did not seem affected by it.
I scratched my beard and decided I'd give up and get my laptop, which I had left in the living room.
I turned on the light and walked towards the living room's coffee table. At that moment, someone knocked at my door.
I felt a little nervous, but I headed towards the door. I was wearing my pajamas and looked pretty presentable.
When I opened, I came face to face with the nice receptionist. She was holding a dressing gown, swim shorts and a pair of flip-flops.
"Here you go, sir." She smiled at me, handing me the stuff.
Bewildered, I took them.
"Er-- thanks you?"
