Rachel stirred and arose from a horrendous slumber, her head throbbing, her mouth the revolting taste of stomach acids infused with alcohol, her stomach as tight as a knot and her entire body shaking like a leaf in other wind.
She felt like shit; if she ever drank alcohol again it would be too soon, she didn't even want to see that stuff. The cabin was dark, no surprise given the lack of natural light. Was Lori here? She couldn't feel her on the bed next to her.
"Lori? Baby?" She groaned to no reply.
Suddenly the flush of a toilet was more than enough to confirm where her girlfriend was. Out stepped Lori looking like something from a horror movie, no thanks to the lack of light, what little of it coming from the mirror light behind her.
"You look like shit", Rachel kindly pointed out.
"Have you seen yourself? Heck, ghosts would hide from you".
"Fuck off, this is your fault. Shit, my voice is so hoarse, I sound like Barry White, am I making you wet? Even a little?"
Lori burst out laughing.
"Stop, don't joke, I'm not in the right state. I've been making love to that toilet all morning".
"Fucking nasty, am I going to have to use our cabin neighbour's toilet?"
"You should talk, your toilet love making last night was borderline jealousy inducing. I was half tempted to call you a cheater and leave your ass".
"You were more than welcome to join us, threesome baby, yeah!"
"Yeah...I pass, I'm a one person kinda girl", she replied, collapsing on the bed besides Rachel.
"My head is killing me. Do we have any paracetamol?"
"Nope".
"I'm sure we do".
"We don't, trust me, I checked", Lori groaned.
"Ugh...I need a hot shower and mouthwash". Rachel pushed herself to get out of the bed, where upon she slumped to the ground and crawled over to bathroom.
"You look ridiculous", Lori mocked.
"I am never drinking alcohol again!"
Christine, equipped with a towel, gown and a small bag of toiletries, stepped up to the entrance of the beauty parlour as though ready for battle. Proudly she declared her prior booking and upon being confirmed, basked in the glow of acceptance. There was nothing quite like the luxury of self pampering, something she hadn't had in quite a spell.
Sighing with glee, she followed a woman dressed in white Into the main quarters of the parlour. There she saw men and other women alike relaxing in what appeared to be a lounging area, sipping on herbal teas, whilst soothing music and the pleasant smell of lavender incense filled the room.
"There are various luxury facilities here, ma'am, we have a number of massage styles to choose from, from thai style to hot rocks. We also have acupuncture and aromatherapy. There are hot tubs, sauna rooms, manicure and pedicure rooms and more. As you might expect, some of our facilities have a waiting list, so if you'd like to use them, please register your interest with their receptionist, other facilities such as the hot tub and sauna room are unlimited use, though not designed to facilitate large quantities of people, so bearing in mind consideration for others is tremendously appreciated. We supply gowns and towels if you'd like, I'm not sure if you were made aware".
"I was, sorry, I just prefer to use my own".
"That's okay too. We have changing rooms and small lockers in the back. Please store your things in there".
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Cryptophobia - Hell & High Water
Horror(Book 2 of the Cryptophobia series) Just before London falls to its knees, the largest cruise-ship in the world, the MS Heaven of the Seas sets sail on its long 9 day voyage across the Atlantic Ocean from Southampton towards the Caribbean. Having to...
