Chapter 16: The Spa

Roxie picked me up at noon the next day. She was in jeans and a simple top and still managed to look like she had stepped out of a magazine. She hugged me when I got in the car.

“Ready?” she asked. “You’re going to love this place. And you’re going to tell me everything. How are you feeling after yesterday?”

“Good,” I said. “Better than I’ve felt in a while. Thank you for inviting me. And for the house thing. I still can’t believe it.”

“Believe it,” she said. She glanced over and smiled. “Your life is about to change for the better. Fast. I’m really glad we met, Sarah. I mean that.”

The spa was quiet and expensive. Roxie told me it was a membership only club that catered to women, mostly wives and female executives from Silicon Valley. Three of the women from the party were already there: Carol, a lady in her forties; Jean, a mid-thirties lady I had really liked talking to the previous day, involved with design at Nick’s work in some capacity; and Cindy, the strikingly beautiful yet strange twenty-something redhead. We changed into robes and sat in a comfortable room; everyone drank wine except Cindy, who, like yesterday, said little and drank water.

When I had gotten out of my clothes and put on my robe, I had left my panties on and cinched the robe tightly so my breasts would not show. All the other women, including Cindy, had gotten fully naked. Roxie had not even bothered tying the robe shut, and I marveled at her perfect body. Her breasts were firm and high; I tried not to look, but when she sat down, she opened her legs almost as a man would, and I could not help but notice she had a tight and tiny-looking vagina, a thin black landing strip above it, like it was pointing the way towards heaven. Jean and Carol were both fully shaved, without a hair to be seen. Only Cindy was like me, sporting a bush, but hers was well trimmed, just a bright red triangle between her legs.

I was talking with Jean and Carol and we had been laughing silly things our husbands did for about fifteen minutes when there was a knock at the door; then it opened, and a muscular man in his thirties came in and greeted Carol. She stood up, smiled, greeted him by name, gave him a quick hug, and they left. I was shocked. I had only had a few professional massages in my life, and they had always been from another woman. I had never even considered the masseuse might be a man. I looked over at Roxie, who hadn’t moved to cover herself when the man came in and still sat there with herself basically fully exposed. She had been talking to Cindy who was sitting next to her and Roxie’s hand was sitting on Cindy’s thigh, her robe askew and I could see she was as exposed as Roxie due to the location of Roxie’s hand. I coughed to gain Roxie’s attention and then asked nervously if all the masseuses were men. Roxie laughed and said that was what she had ordered because they were always best at reducing stress, but if I preferred a woman in the future, she would be sure to request one.