“Yes, Mistress Douchenbag,” he rumbled. “How can we serve you today? And who is your guest?”
“Oh, hello, Torris. This is my cousin, Mistress Jillian, just arrived to visit me from Opulex,” Mistress Douchenbag said quickly. “I’ve told her all about the spa and she said she simply had to see it and try some of your tinga tea!”
“Very well, but I’m afraid you’ll have to share a relaxation grotto, since you didn’t make a prior appointment,” the bald bodyslave warned. “I have two openings in the rose-gold room—Mistress Sollasolew and Mistress Tagalong are already being pampered there.”
“Oh, Ylla and Hendris—two of my closest friends!” Mistress Douchenbag exclaimed. “Of course we’ll be happy to share a relaxation grotto with them!”
“Come right in then, and I’ll send an order to the kitchens for two tinga teas,” the bald bodyslave said.
“Excellent.” Mistress Douchenbag bustled past him and Jillian felt she had no choice but to follow. They entered the spa…and were immediately ensconced in luxury.
Wow, some serious money must have gone into this place, Jillian thought, looking around. Having worked in Vegas for so long, she was used to seeing excess, but the Yonnite spa took things to a different level.
The long entryway they were in was done in expensive-looking gray marble, shot through with glittering iridescent strips of some pearly mineral which threw miniature rainbows on the walls, floor, and ceiling. The ceiling itself was a high, marble arch hung with elaborate crystal chandeliers.
The light fixtures somehow floated in place, without being attached to anything and shed a dim, golden glow over the echoing space. The faint sound of flute music and water burbling over stones was coming from some kind of hidden speaker system and an expensive fragrance that was fresh and floral at the same time drifted through the air.
“This way,” the bald bodyslave gestured for them to follow him. As they did, Mistress Douchenbag continued talking.
“Now, my cousin, Mistress Jillian, will be using Kalis for her pampering today but I am sadly without a bodyslave at the moment, until I can purchase a new one. So I’ll need you to assign one to me.”
“I certainly will, Mistress,” the bodyslave rumbled. “I believe that Yandor is free—will he do?”
“Oh yes! He has such lovely hands—I always enjoy a massage from Yandor,” the Mistress replied, sounding delighted.
“Wait—a massage?” Jillian interrupted. “Who said anything about a massage?”
Mistress Douchebag turned her head and gave Jillian a scornful look. “What did you think I meant by pampering? Of course we’re going to have a massage. And you can see what an excellent masseuse Kalis is! Why, he was trained at the Glorious Spa of Pleasures and Desire by his second Mistress, after she bought him from the Blood Circuit.”
“Uh…so Kalis is going to massage me?” This was considerably more than Jillian had bargained for. She shot a quick glance over her shoulder at the big bodyslave, who was bringing up the rear.
“It will be my pleasure to massage your beautiful body, little Mistress,” he rumbled softly, meeting her eyes with that silver-green gaze that she still found distractingly familiar. Where had she seen those eyes before?
“Um…but…” she began.
But before she could get a protest out, the bald bodyslave was bringing them to a stop before a carved wooden door in the marble hallway.
“Just a moment please, Mistresses, while I announce you to the other ladies in the room,” he murmured. He put his head in the door and Jillian heard him explaining the situation. After a moment, he looked back at them and nodded. “Mistresses Sollasolew and Tagalong are expecting the two of you.”
“Oh good—come on, Mistress Jillian!” Mistress Douchenbag exclaimed. She went through the doorway and Jillian followed her, very reluctantly.
She found herself in a small wooden room with two booths to change in, hung with white linen privacy curtains.
“Let’s hurry up and get naked!” the Yonnite Mistress exclaimed. “I’ve been needing a spa day for ages!”
“Get naked?” Jillian exclaimed.
“Well of course! How else can Kalis massage you properly?” Mistress Douchenbag shot her a scornful look. “Or are you ashamed of your body?”
As it happened, Jillian wasn’t ashamed—she had a curvy figure but she tried to keep firm with regular exercise. It made being on her feet all day in the kitchen way easier if she was in shape. But still, she was closer to fifty than forty and she didn’t really want strangers she didn’t even know seeing her naked.
“Well…” she began.
“Oh, for Heavens sake! There are towels you can wrap up in if you’d rather be stupidly modest!” Mistress Douchenbag snapped, pointed to a stack of fluffy white towels on the end of the carved wooden bench. “Now hurry up and get undressed—the tinga tea will be here at any moment and it must be sipped at a certain temperature for the full effect! In fact, I must give some directions about it now,” she added. “Go on and get undressed!” She made a shooing gesture with one hand at Jillian and she slipped out of the room again, calling for the bald bodyslave.