Noah & Navid

Chapter 57 - Pampered Boy

The next morning Karim and Navid left us after breakfast. Mike had booked us spa treatments in the hotel and Navid had left me cash for whatever I needed. Actually he left it with Mike since he thinks I'm incapable of understanding paper with value.

"I'll be back as soon as we finish and we'll go somewhere nice for dinner with the client. Please be good and listen to Mike," Navid ordered with a kiss to my forehead as he adjusted his tie and grabbed his blazer. 

He looked so handsome in his suit.

"I'll try not to pee on the furniture or chew on any cords," I laughed to imply he was treating me like a pet.

"I know... I know, my sweet one. I'm just nervous. I want this to go happy so we can put more money away for our home," Navid responded. He kissed me again and then left when Karim knocked.

Mike and I spent the morning at the spa. 

A gay guy in his late 20's wearing a dark black smock showed us through the services. Mike ordered their whole skincare regime, haircut, massage, the works. We realized when we went through their menu that there wasn't much I could benefit from. 

I got my hair cleaned up, but Navid didn't want me touching the top. I didn't think he would approve a massage either. I did go for the pedicure and they had small yoga classes so I signed up for that.

Mike went off for his massage while I did the yoga. It was me and three older ladies with a younger female instructor. It was an easy class, but it felt good to stretch out and they had a beautiful view of the skyline. It looked so much prettier in the day. They all seemed to know each other, so I was on a mat at the back and enjoying my quiet workout.

Next up was my pedicure. It was in the main salon and a pair of vietnamese ladies were doing them. They didn't talk to me except to give me a pair of headphones with disposable ear coverings. 

It was a system that had a selection of music stations. I listened to pop and thumbed through a magazine while the lady worked on my feet. There wasn't much to do, but it felt nice and soothing. She trimmed up my toenails and painted on a simple clear polish.

"You look so relaxed, Noah." Mike noted when he found me afterwards. We went back to the stylist who directed us to his chairs.

"Sounds pretty restrictive, are you sure you don't want to try something radical? I can do colors too! I think this blonde flop on top could use some blue tips," the stylist said when Mike and I sat down in the salon chairs.

"No way, his boyfriend would hunt you down. Noah's a very happily owned boy," Mike laughed.

"I thought you guys were from California? Sounds more like Saudi Arabia to me," The stylist laughed.

"Well, Iran actually," Mike laughed. "Navid likes his boy very innocent though; pure, simple, earthy, California-quiet-nerd-boy. Can you do that look?"

"Sure, clean, boring, beautiful," The stylist said with disappointment as he ran his fingers through my hair. 

For some odd reason I suddenly really wanted to do the blue.

"How long does the blue last?" I asked.

"Noah! Don't even think about it! Karim would kill me. My one job today is to make sure you don't do anything weird. They'd assume I forced you!" Mike gasped.

"I could make it as temporary as you want! I have some styling gel that would color it if you just want to freak him out for a few hours!" The stylist bit his lip excitedly.

"No! Noah! Please! I take it all back. You're a wild and crazy kid! Karim promised I could trade in for a new BMW when we get home if this goes well. I'm really trying to be on my best behavior and not cause problems. Please don't take away my dreams!" Mike begged.