The Beauty Salon girls always looked forward to Saturday nights at the bar, where they could let loose and enjoy drinks, gossip, and have some fun.
Saturdays were busy at the salon, and when the tips were good, it added to the high energy of the group. The women were a feisty and sexy bunch who shared stories from their week and talked about the men who caught their eye.
Lisa was in her twenties, had her own apartment, and enjoyed short relationships with guys as well as one-night stands. She enjoyed the sexual adventure, as well as getting to know men and their ways. Nothing killed a relationship for Lisa faster than it becoming regular and predictable.
It would take a confident man to initiate a conversation with the group of girls from the Beauty Salon. Guys might come in pairs, offer to buy drinks, or use some other game or party piece to break the ice. The women from the salon were a solid party crew who looked out for each other and loved everything that happened on Saturday nights
On Saturday nights, friends of friends would join the Beauty Salon girls' night-out, sharing gossip from other salons, shops, day spas, or hairdressers in town. Friends new and old would meet up, including people from previous jobs or training courses. Everyone was welcome, and the more, the merrier. This was the third or fourth time Lisa had joined the group night out.
Another friend-of-a-friend talked about someone she knew who had started work in a massage place. Any talk of saucy topics was very keenly listened to, even though these places were supposed to be legitimate. The friend explained how her friend was very happy working there, and how easy the money was. If she liked a client, she could earn a good bonus giving happy endings. The girls all listened intently, excited to hear more, vicariously enjoying the details the friend described. They wanted to know if the guys ever got more than just a hand-job. The girl admitted that she wasn't sure.
As the night went on, and the group numbers dwindled, Lisa was keen to hear more of the story from earlier. The friend obliged, soon exhausting the extent of what she knew. Importantly, she was reluctant to name the name of the massage place her friend worked at. In the end, she took Lisa's phone number and said she would pass it on to her friend.
The next day a few text messages were exchanged, and Lisa soon made contact with the massage therapist from the story the night before. The new contact spoke to her boss at the massage parlor and by Monday evening, Lisa was talking on the phone to Monika, the owner of the Mango Bay Massage Palace.
Lisa immediately felt at ease talking to Monika. She was always looking for new staff, and understood Lisa's curious and cautious questioning. Lisa felt a whole new vista of excitement open before her as she talked to Monika. She was already well-employed and happy where she was working, yet the conversation flowed into a half-interview style, half-sales pitch, with both women building a working rapport.
Lisa had completed the same Beauty Therapy course as some of the girls from Saturday night, but did not end up in that line of work. The course had included massage training. If a boyfriend lasted a week with her, she would treat him to her massage skills.
Monika made it clear to Lisa that everyone was always free to choose what level of engagement they were happy with. The statement, "we don't do that here," and variations of "no" were an easy first line with a client. They had paid for a massage, nothing more. Lisa told Monika her age, and described what she looked like. Everything connected. Lisa was excited at the idea of doing something so adventurous. Sex with boyfriends always becomes predictable, and no amount of role-play and safe words could compare with taking a walk on the wildside.
As the conversation continued, and agreeable confirmatory statements were exchanged, Monika suggested to Lisa that she visited the Mango Bay on Wednesday morning. That was always a quiet time. Lisa knew she could easily take a half-day off from work, as schedules were flexible at the office. Monika confirmed what time Lisa would arrive, and then went into details on how to prepare, what to wear and most importantly what to expect from her training-trial session. There was no commitment from either side.
Tuesday at work, Lisa's mind kept wandering as she thought, excitedly, about the next day. She always wanted to try new scenarios and situations. Meeting a guy at the club and one-night-stands were fun, but often unrewarding and tame. Lisa wanted more, yet did not want to throw herself with abandon into a sex dungeon, or to be seen as too-easy, or to get into any number of bad situations. This situation felt good to her.
Wednesday came quickly, and Lisa paused before turning into the secluded courtyard to arrive at the Mango Bay. She was fueled with anxiety and anticipation, and felt jittery when she looked at her watch one final time. It was time to go.
She took a few steps down the walkway and pressed the buzzer for reception. The door buzzed to unlock, and she pushed it open.
The door opened to a hallway. There were seats, plastic plants and the smell of essential oils was in the air. Calming music played from a small stereo in the corner.
From the reception desk at the back of the hallway, a tall blond woman in her early thirties smiled and said, "you must be Lisa?" After exchanging "hello's", Lisa and Monika soon developed an effortless conversation. Both were glad to see everything so far had been 'as advertised'.
"Come into the break room," Monika beckoned Lisa through a door behind the small reception desk. The break room was pretty basic. Food items, and beverages were on the counter top, alongside a kettle, toaster and microwave.
Lisa took a seat, while Monika talked her through some of the "do's and don'ts". Lisa couldn't help but look over Monika's body and wondered with envy, about all the adventures she had seen. Monika had blond hair, tied into a shoulder length ponytail. She wore plain black leggings, a black t-shirt and black slip-off canvas shoes, similar to what Lisa had been requested to wear.
"As I said on the phone, if you have a client asking you for something you don't want to do, tell them that's not allowed, or this isn't that kind of place. But remember, if you do something for a client, you need to be prepared for them to return every week looking for the same." Monika made them both coffee from the machine.
