Spa Treatment

I always knew I wanted to be successful, and I worked really hard to make it a reality. At thirty, I had achieved more than most do in a lifetime—two promotions in two years at my fast-paced finance firm, Apex. I had become the youngest Senior Financial Analyst in the company’s history, and while it was an incredible achievement, it came at a cost. The relentless drive that propelled me upward had also led to sleepless nights, constant anxiety, and an overwhelming sense of isolation.

As I settle into my sleek, glass-walled office one Wednesday morning, the sunlight streaming in feels more like a spotlight than a blessing. I sip my third cup of coffee, the rich aroma doing little to mask my fatigue. My to-do list is a mile long, filled with deadlines that seem to multiply overnight.

There is a gentle knock on my open office door. "Can you review these financial projections?" my colleague Lisa pops her head in, a stack of reports in hand.

"Sure, just leave them on my desk," I reply, forcing a smile.

Lisa frowns slightly. “Are you okay? You look... tired.”

“Just busy,” I say, brushing it off. I don’t want to burden anyone with my struggles. After all, I build my brand on being the reliable go-getter, the girl who can handle anything.

By the time Friday rolls around, that facade has started to crack. The relentless pace of my work-life balance has been blurred for a while—my friends rarely call now, and the gym membership I once vowed to use lies untouched. I never minded it. I thought it was an easy price to pay for success. This week, however, has been especially stressful. 

“Nothing you can’t handle”, I tell myself. 

It’s true. I handled everything that landed on my plate, but I’m more exhausted than I’ve been in  ages. 

I glance at my phone—I have a calendar reminder about a massage I booked weeks ago. I had rescheduled it so many times, but today I desperately needed it. I know I deserve to pamper myself, but deep down, I can’t help but feel a little guilty. Shouldn’t I be working? Shouldn’t I be preparing for next week?

The sun is dipping below the horizon when I arrive at Serenity Spa, a tranquil oasis nestled in the heart of the city. I feel a wave of tranquility wash over me as soon as I step inside. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus envelops us as I step inside. 

A friendly receptionist greets me at the front desk. “Welcome to S & R Spa!” she beams before checking me in. She politely looks me up and down, as if assessing my stress levels is part of her job. She types something quickly on her keyboard before giving me the widest smile I’ve ever seen. “Are you ready for the ultimate relaxation experience?” she asks, her voice soothing.

I nod, wishing I looked this happy when I was at work. 

The receptionist then leads me to a cozy waiting area with plush chairs and soft music playing in the background.

 

“I deserve this. I’ve been working too hard for too long,” I tell myself, as I settle back into my chair.

 

A few minutes later, the receptionist ushers me into a serene changing room and hands me the world’s plushest, softest robe. “Your massage therapist will be with you in a few minutes,” she says before going back to the front desk.  

I look at myself in the mirror, the reflection showing the weariness in my eyes. I quickly slip into the robe and hope I will feel like myself again by the end of the appointment.

There’s a soft knock on the changing room door. “Audrey?” a man’s voice calls from the other side. “Are you ready?”

I stand up straighter. The receptionist never asked me if I wanted a male or female therapist. “Hi, I’m ready.”

The massage therapist steps into the room, and I feel my cheeks flush. Standing in the doorway is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. His thick, jet black hair is slicked back and his clean shaven face reveals a square, chiseled jawline. His dark eyes are framed with long eyelashes, and his mega-watt smile reveals a row of perfect white teeth. The shirt of his black scrubs fits tightly around his chest and biceps, while his pants are just tight enough to hug his strong thighs. 

“I’m Mark, nice to meet you. Have you been here before?” he asks.

My mind goes blank. Seconds trickle by before I compose myself and can finally answer. “No, this is my first time,” I reply, trying not to drool.

 

“No worries,” he says with a smile. “I’ll make sure to take good care of you today. Follow me.”

 

Mark gives me an overview of what to expect during my appointment while he leads me to the massage room. I can hear his velvety voice, but I’m not paying attention to what he is actually saying. I’m too focused on watching how his muscular back sways while he walks in front of me.

“Would you like to choose a scent?” Mark asks, showing me to a table full of oils. “Choose one for the massage and another for the room.”

I choose a lavender scented massage oil and an energizing grapefruit scent for the room. I hope the combination of the lavender’s relaxing scent and the grapefruit’s energizing one will give me what I need to continue working towards my goals.

My first treatment is a deep tissue massage. Mark steps behind a privacy curtain while I remove my robe and lay completely naked on the massage table. Once I have a thin blanket covering my lower body, I call him back into the room.

As I sink into the warm table and Mark’s expert hands work through the tension in my shoulders and back, I think about how I’m naked in a room alone with a strange man. A strange, and very sexy man.

 

How easy would it be for the blanket to accidentally fall off my body?

 

With each of Mark’s masterful strokes, I feel the tight knots loosening. “Just breathe,” he whispers in my ear, guiding me through a series of deep breaths.

As I exhale, I envision my stress floating away, like a balloon released into the sky. I let go of the worry about financial forecasts and office politics, focusing instead on the sensation of relaxation enveloping me.

Mark works his way down to my waist, kneading my lower back. A warm, tingling sensation spreads between my legs. As his strong hands slip and slide down my body because of the massage oil, I suddenly feel myself getting wet. I focus on the relaxation music playing in the background in a feeble attempt to clear my mind—Mark is simply doing his job and I am getting hot and bothered by it. 

When Mark lifts the thin sheet to massage my thighs, I nearly flip on my back and ask him to kiss me. His hands squeeze and rub the back of my legs, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He’s got me so wet, I wonder if it’s going to start spilling onto the table. Can he tell he’s clearly had an effect on me? If he does, Mark is completely professional and ignores it.

“Let me know if there is anything you feel uncomfortable with,” Mark suddenly says, breaking the silence.

“Sounds good,” I reply. 

 

Mark starts working his magic higher and higher up my legs. Soon his hands are kneading my inner thighs and coming dangerously close to becoming inappropriate. I am enjoying every second of it.

 

He starts squeezing and tugging on my thighs in a way that I know is not part of any massage I’ve ever experienced or even heard of. Then his hands move up and underneath the blanket where they start kneading my ass. I’ve never had a massage this thorough before, but I am not going to stop him by any means.

Mark rubs my ass, running his thumbs between my butt cheeks as he makes his way down my body again. Soon, his fingers are an inch below my groin. Then without warning, he slides his fingers along the folds of my labia.

“Is this alright?” Mark asks, all professionalism now gone from his voice.

“Yes,” I reply, letting out a soft moan.

My body is vibrating with anticipation as his fingers explore my pussy in search of my clit. Once he finds it, he applies a gentle pressure in circular strokes. Soon I feel a trickle of oil sliding down my ass and into my wet pussy. Without missing a beat, Mark slides one finger inside me and then pulls it out to rub his hand along the curvature of my perineum, so that his thumb plays dangerously close to my anal opening. He expertly slips another finger inside me and does this over and over, teasing me.

 

I’ve never been so turned on in my life—I feel my pussy pulsating, desperate for more.

 

Mark spreads both my legs open then pushes them up so that they are at an angle near my sides in a position resembling frog pose. My entire body is at his disposal, and I’m not ashamed of it.

My heart starts pounding in my chest when I feel Mark’s breath on my pussy. He presses the tip of his tongue against my clit, flicking it. My eyes roll back from the pleasure, and just when I think it can’t get any better, he flattens his tongue against my pussy and licks the entire length of it. He buries his face in my pussy, moving up higher into my ass and licking it, too.

I have to put my hand over my mouth to stop a loud moan from escaping and breaking the silence of the tiny room. I am hyper aware that people in other rooms might hear, and I have no intention of ruining my fun.

Mark keeps licking and flicking his tongue between my ass cheeks. He starts tracing circles with his tongue along my anal opening, and I have to grab onto the sides of the massage table to keep myself steady. Then without prior warning, he slips two fingers inside my pussy and pumps them in and out while still licking me.

“Oh…fuck!” I hear myself half shout. I no longer care if anyone overhears us. 

“You like that?” Mark asks.

“Yessss,” I manage to say.

A giggle escapes my lips when Mark playfully spanks me and then flips me around onto my back. He looks into my eyes, holding my gaze while his oily hands roam my body. He gently squeezes my boobs and rubs his thumbs over my perky nipples. His eyes sparkle hungrily when he reaches my thighs. He grips them tightly, playing with my flesh.

Without breaking eye contact, Mark lifts my legs up and pushes them backward towards my chest into a folded eagle position.

 

He buries his face between my legs, letting his tongue go wild all over my pussy.

 

I feel his tongue on my clit, flicking in and out of my opening, and all around my labia. When his chin starts massaging into my ass, I reach between my legs and push his face deeper into me. Mark does not disappoint and laps me up with ferocious need. He shakes his head, rubbing his nose on the top of my clit.

Suddenly my legs shake and I can no longer hold myself back. I feel my back arching involuntarily as I reach the pinnacle of ecstasy and my body explodes from the satisfaction. I close my eyes for a second, allowing myself to float in the moment. The tension in my body melts away, replaced by a sense of peace I haven’t felt in ages. 

Mark looks up at me from between my legs. “Good girl,” he says with a giant smile, licking my juices off his lips. 

Ten minutes later, Mark escorts me back to the reception. “How was your massage?” the bubbly receptionist asks. “Did Mark take good care of you?”

 

I wonder if the receptionist knows just how well Mark took care of me today, and I realize I don’t care if she does.

 

“Yes, he did,” I reply matter-of-factly.

“Should I book you for another appointment in a few weeks then?” she asks.

I look over at Mark, who gives me a sly wink. I can’t help but bite my lip.

“Yes. Let’s book another one for next Friday,” I reply, getting flustered just thinking about it.

“Bye Audrey, see you next week,” Mark says with finality, his professional tone back, before heading back to the treatment rooms.

I smile. My energy is fully restored. The burnout is gone, and I feel confident I can tackle a thousand more projects at work. If I keep up my weekly appointments with Mark, another promotion might be shortly on my horizon.