The List.
Author's Note: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun, writing is just a hobby for me. And it should go without saying, but I'll say it anyway, this story is just a fantasy, so there's no need to cry and get all salty in the comments.
Some of the dialogue uses strong - sometimes derogatory language. If that's not your thing, read it anyway since you clicked on it.
Enjoy.
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"So, what is it that they're going to do to me in there?" asked Steven.
"My god, Steven," sighed Susan, "We're getting a full body massage, a nice facial, pedicure and manicure. The whole package." The Ocean View Country Club was one of the most exclusive clubs in the country. You could only become a member via an invitation or a recommendation, even with a recommendation from former secretary of state, Madison Van Allen, the acceptance process was a slow one.
A few weeks ago, Susan had been gifted two coupons for a complete spa experience. Unfortunately for her, not one of her friends was available to join her. She decided to invite her husband to a spa experience. She knew he would refuse, God forbid, Mr. Steven Winslow, president of the Kessler Bank would go to a spa, but she also knew he would give in after a few days of pestering.
"I don't understand why you think this is a bad thing. Didn't you tell me last week that your lower back has been hurting? And two days ago, I heard you say something about your legs being sore as well."
"Yeah, my lower back has been killing me, I must've slept wrong or something. My legs are sore from of all the cycling I've been doing with Emily."
"Regardless of the reason, you can tell the guy to focus on those spots," She smiled. "He'll give you a nice, relaxing massage. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Oh yeah, that sounds fantastic. I can't wait to get massaged by a guy." he replied sarcastically. "Want me to kiss him as well?"
"Of course," she muttered. "You've gotta be kidding me. Is that what this is about? I didn't know I married a teenager. It's just a massage Steven."
"Yeah, yeah..." he grumbled. Susan was used to those types of comments. Her husband had always been a "pink is for girls" type of man. Susan loved him dearly but some of his...macho intolerance irked her at times, it was so unnecessary. She wouldn't be surprised if he thought coming to a spa was gay or effeminate.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Winslow!" the receptionist beamed. "You're here for your two o'clock appointment, correct?"
"Hi Stephanie! Yes, I am! I finally found someone to join me." Steven watched with a bemused expression as the two women exchanged pleasantries, laughing, and giggling like schoolgirls. It was funny to see his wife speak to the receptionist as if she didn't come to this very spa every week, the only difference now was the fact that they had gifted her a whole experience...probably due to how much she visited the spa with her friends.
"And you must be Mr. Winslow," Stephanie smiled "I've heard a lot about you."
"Good things, I hope," he smirked, shaking the girl's hand.
"Sometimes," Susan chuckled.
"Please take a seat, I'll bring over your massage therapists." Susan and Steven sat in the lobby. From where he was sitting, Steven could see the golf course; it was a beautiful day and yet here he was about to get a massage by some guy.
"I can't believe I'm doing this,"
his mind muttered.
Barely five minutes had passed, when Stephanie approached them. "Mr. and Mrs. Winslow."
Steven watched as a pretty blonde girl entered the lobby, immediately greeting his wife; of course, she knew her. The girl introduced herself as Lily. Moments later, another young woman entered.
"Mr. Winslow, this is Oliver, he'll be your therapist for today," said Stephanie.
Steven narrowed his eyes.
"Oliver? That's a guy?! What the fuck?! Holy shit, they look more like women every day."
Oliver was average height with shaggy brown hair and blue eyes with soft and very delicate girlish features. "Hi, Mr. Winslow!" he beamed. "It's a pleasure to meet, you can call me Ollie. Oliver is too formal."
"Yeah, hi...Susan, can I talk to you for a second?" Steven glared at his wife.
"Alone."
"Sure, Stephanie just give us one second." Steven pulled his wife to the side.
As the couple retreated to talk in private, Ollie scanned Mr. Winslow. Ollie knew it wasn't right to "judge a book by its cover" but just by looking at Mr. Winslow he could tell he one of those...a man's man. He was a very tall man with broad back and shoulders, he had very strong looking arms and nice strong chest hidden under the polo shirt he was wearing. He looked to be around 40 to 45 years old, and of course filthy rich, based on the Patek Phillipe watch on his wrist.
A small smile appeared on his face; Ollie knew if he played his cards right, Mr. Winslow would become another name on his list.
Susan knew what the problem was, she just wanted to hear it from his husband. "Susan you can't be serious," he said.
Her eyes narrowed and a Cheshire cat grin appeared on her face. "Is there a problem Steven?"
"You really expect me to get a massage from that little twink?"
Susan gasped. "Steven!" she hissed. "Don't say that word! What's the matter with you? So, Ollie is a little effeminate, so what?
"A little? Susan look at him! He even looks like a girl! Like, what am I even looking at?! You probably planned this didn't you? I knew you were going to pull some of your bullshit. You should've brought one of your friends instead, you know the ones who don't do anything besides swipe their husbands credit cards all day."
"Steven, Ollie is one of the best massage therapists here, if anything you're lucky there was an opening to fit you in, he's almost always full."
"I'm not getting a massage, you can go. I'll wait for you out here."
