She gets off the bike. “Yeah, whatever.”
I proceed to get off the bike, hanging both our helmets from the handlebars. “Really, Sainte, why are we here?”
“Club stuff I need to check on for Ice.” I walk to the door and turn back toward her. “Keep your mouth shut and let me handle this. If I ask you something, play along, okay?” she nods. She has no idea why I’m here, and she has a very curious look on her face, but she doesn’t say anything as we enter the spa.
When I step into the lobby, I notice the same girl who was here yesterday is here again. Perfect. I walk up to the counter. “Hey there, darlin’.”
She turns toward me and blushes. She remembers me.
“I was wondering if you could help me out.”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” she says nervously.
“I noticed the other day when I was here…” I turn back toward Honey and say, “By the way, my fiancée here thanks you for what you did for us.”
Honey opens her mouth, and by her expression, I get the feeling she is going to say something we both will regret, but she quickly checks herself and says, “So you’re the one that was responsible for that incredible massage I had the other day.” She wraps her arms around my waist. “I don’t know how to thank you.” She turns toward me. “Right, sweetums?”
It takes everything in me not to burst out laughing, and I’m afraid that if I respond, I won’t be able to hold the laughter back, so I nod.
Once I get my composure back, I continue. “Anyway, I noticed you have really late hours. I find it kinda odd for a day spa, hence the wordday. It got me curious so I was wondering what type of services you offered in the wee hours of the morning.” I turn to Honey. “My lady and I may be interested in booking something private.”
“Oh, this place is crazy after ten at night. The later it gets, the more wild it gets,” she says.
“How so? We are looking for aspecialplace for couples, if you know what I mean.”
She nods. “Oh, I know exactly what you mean. We have a whole downstairs area for just about any fetish or fantasy you and your lady might have.” She is not being very careful with her words, which tells me that in her mind, there is nothing to hide. But, she is also nervous. She keeps looking in the back as if she is afraid someone is going to come out.
“Do we need an appointment?”
She nods, and I look at Honey. “Well, what do you think,sweetums? Are you interested in exploring different things?” I use her choice of words.
“You know me, babe. I’m down for just about anything,” she says confidently. This conversation is making me want to lay her out on the counter and have my way with her. But I refrain.Focus.
“So when can we get an appointment?”
The girl pulls out a red book. The appointment book is lying on the counter, but I quickly realize it is for the daytime appointments. The red book is for the nighttime appointments. She flips through the pages. “Oh, wow. We are usually booked for weeks, but we had a cancellation for Friday night. Would that work for you?”
“What time?” I ask.
“Twelve thirty.”
I turn to Honey, and she nods. “Book it.”
“Name please?” she asks.
Before I can answer her, Honey chimes in. “Benson. Nick and Amanda Benson.”
The girl giggles. “I thought you two were engaged.”
Oh, fuck. But again, Honey fixes that problem. “Go figure us both having the same last name. You know, sweetie, Benson is such a common name. Hell, we could be Smiths or Jones.”
The girl laughs and notes our names in the book. “You are all set. Please plan to arrive by eleven forty-five. We’ll see you both tomorrow night.”
“Thank you,” I say to the girl, and we turn away to leave.
“Mr. Benson!” the girl calls. “Mr. Benson!”
Oh, fuck. That’s me. I turn back. “You need to have this to get in.” She hands me a red key. “Because of the late hour, we lock our doors past ten, so you need special access. And enter through the red door on the side of the building.” I take the key and Honey, and I leave.
