Things at my job have been pretty intense recently. This gigantic project somehow fell directly into my lap, meaning I was working long hours to try and complete everything on time. I fortunately was able to do so while also earning an all expenses paid for luxury spa day!
Now, I wasn't really the kind of person who wore those gunky skin masks with cucumbers over my eyes. The pamper and pedicure lifestyle just isn't really a life I've ever led. I'd be an absolute idiot to turn my nose up at this kind of offer, even despite my lack of prior experience.
The spa itself was a short drive from my home. The entire place was sterilised down to the very last spec of dust. Germs probably ran from this place! I looked incredibly out of place walking into such a polished place. My collection of clothing really didn't expand any further than graphic t-shirts and cargo shorts, maybe jeans depending on the weather. I was terrified of dragging even the tiniest speck of mud in with me.
The receptionist was surprisingly attentive though. He was a younger guy, probably a little bit older than my son. I was greeted by a very welcoming smile before being led down a brief hallway. He opened a door for me, leading me into a different room. It was a massage suite just as spotless as the entrance foyer. I looked around briefly, spotting a display of cabinets and countertops. I assumed they were maybe filled with...whatever equipment a massage requires? What I did notice though was the display of foods set up on a wooden table.
"Help yourself to a range of complimentary snacks, and of course a luxury robe." The receptionist kindly offered.
"Sounds perfect. Thank you!" I smiled back.
"My pleasure! Your masseuse will be with your presently." He said before closing the door behind him, probably returning to his desk.
I turned to the table, practically rubbing my hands together. "Free food? My favourite!"
The table was covered in all sorts of boards, platters and plates. Fancy cheeses and crackers were stacked high, while chocolate smothered strawberries rested in a bowl beside them. Before I dug in though, I reminded myself about the mention of a free robe. No use making a mess down my own shirt while I could wear a robe, right?
I pulled off my shirt and slipped out of my shorts. I left them thrown over the back of a nearby chair, which I decided to place my shoes and socks underneath, too. The robe was hanging up on one of those pop up changing station things. I threw my arms through the soft embrace of the robe, feeling it almost cleansing my skin from its mere touch! However, I needed to close up the robe over my belly!
Pulling the soft sheets of cotton over my gut was the easy part. What came next was the challenge. I took both sides of the belt which hung freely around my waist. I pulled with all my strength, managing to just barely connect the two pieces together. The loop was short, barely keeping latched! The robe itself was half open, exposing my chest and all the hairs covering it.
I'm sure most people would view that as a clear sign they need to cut back on food. I've always taken it as a sign that clothes aren't spacious enough! I practically charge over to that food station, grabbing a handful of cheeses and crackers. God, the flavours! Something about fancy crackers makes the fancy cheeses taste even better. And chocolate covered strawberries were always my favourite kind of strawberry, too!
In the few minutes I'd been left alone in this room, I'd probably made it the messiest it's ever been! Crumbs slightly fell from the crackers I was eating onto the table, and even little pieces onto my exposed chest hairs. I needed something to wash down the amount of crackers I'd just scarfed down. There was a pretty convenient bottle of champagne in an ice bucket right beside the small feast of platters left in front of me.
