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“I want you,” he said.

“Mmm hmm,” I replied as I moved quicker, rising and falling in sync with my fist that was squeezing him tightly and yanking up and down on his throbbing cock.

“Wait! Stop!” he said. “We’re here.”

I would’ve been content with finishing him off, but he was excited to show me what he had in store for me, which in turn got me excited about it. Blinking pink and blue lights danced on his face when I glanced up into his eyes and wiped my mouth.

As I adjusted my dress and raised up into my seat, I saw the flashing neon sign overhead. It said, “Bubbly Sleek” with a blinking picture of a man in a bathtub, big ol’ grin on his face as he cleaned his back with a long handled scrub brush.

Interesting.

“It’s open this late?” I asked, kind of a stupid question now that I think about it.

“Yes, it’s only open at night,” he replied.

“I don’t know about this. You’re going to take me in there with your employees around?”

“Trust me, they’ll be busy.”

I looked at the other spaces in the parking lot and most were full.

***

Inside the building was a cozy waiting room, like you might see at a dentist’s office. The walls were adorned with framed pictures of famous people in bubble baths or covered in suds. Marilyn Monroe blew bubbles at me from the palm of her hand while to each side of her, male studs from the ‘80s soaked in foam-filled tubs with their ladies.

Everything felt weird. Like I’d stepped out of reality and into an odd dream world. Slightly dizzy from the alcohol and horny from the drive over, my senses were a mess. Sitting in the waiting room was a woman and a man, side by side, holding hands. They patiently waited while the woman behind the counter flipped through a magazine.

“Nadia,” Wesley said, clearing his throat to get her attention.

She dropped the magazine onto the counter and smiled.

“Wesley, what brings you in so late? Everything is running smoothly. You could have called.”

Her accent was Russian I think, or maybe German…I fucking suck at accents so I’m not sure.

Nadia was pretty in a fake kind of way. She looked like she’d had a couple of plastic surgeries, some work done on her face—maybe her nose and possibly her cheek bones. But she was still attractive and her lips, as big and fake as they were, looked like they’d be great at giving pleasure. I imagined she held more positions than just the front desk.

“Are these people being helped?” Wesley asked, nodding at the couple waiting.

The man of the duo spoke up in Nadia’s defense. “Yes, we’re fine. We’re waiting for Lucia but she’s with a customer right now.”

“Excellent,” Wesley said. “Lucia is one of our most experienced washers. She’ll take great care of you.”

“She always does,” said the woman sitting next to the man. “And Roberto is great too. We alternate.”

Her man laughed and added, “We sure do.”

The woman glanced at her man and it was clear they were in love. Whatever they were doing in the body wash only added to their relationship.

“Any rooms available?” Wesley asked.

Nadia stared at me and I could feel myself blushing. It was embarrassing. Everyone except me knew what was going to go on in this “available” room he was asking for. I felt like the drunkest girl at a high school party, the one everyone knows is going to get fucked before the end of the night.

“Yes, we have two available,” Nadia informed him. “203 is the best though. Take that one.”

“203 it is, thanks love.”

With that, he pulled me toward the back of the house, down a dark corridor. When we passed the first door to our right, I could hear water running and some giggling. Sounded fun enough in there. No one was screaming in pain.

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