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“Janelle said we could stay longer,” he murmured.
I stood up and grabbed my robe from the hook. “Let’s go. We’ve got nine more stations to get through.”
He stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow before he fanned his face and blew out a long breath. He adjusted the noticeable bulge in his swim trunks with such a look of pure concentration on his face that it was comical. “Is it just me, or was it getting really hot in here?”
His entire demeanor was so absurd that a chirp of nervous laughter escaped my throat.
He stopped mid-motion and stared at me.
“That wasn’t a laugh!” I insisted.
He pinned me with cunning scrutiny. “Yes, it was.”
I turned away and scurried to the door. It was time to escape to the next station. I left the sweltering heat box and followed the arrows to the second station, aware that Scotty was following me.
Step 2 wasSpa Shower with Massaging Body Jets.The instructions said that the shower was pre-programmed, so we should ‘just press start and relax’.
Scotty followed me as we stepped into the enclosure. Dual showerheads were mounted overhead and the tile walls were covered with an array of jets pointing in every direction and from every angle.
“Ready?” Scotty asked.
I nodded and watched him press the button.
It was exactly how I imagined the ice bucket challenge. Torture. I squealed with alarm as a stream of ice-cold water fell from above, drenching us. Seconds later, as I was reaching for the door to escape, it stopped and was replaced by warm water pulsing from the jets in the walls.
There was no discernable pattern to the water assault. The water stayed mostly at a warm, comfortable temperature, but occasionally a hotter stream cycled through. Random blasts of cold water had me trying to escape their paths as I cursed the spa gods. Sometimes the streams of water were gentle, but sometimes they were powerful enough to sting, especially if they were too close and aimed at a tender body part. I was trying to hide behind Scotty from a particularly rough jet that was determined to pummel my boobs with a powerful blast of cold water every so often.
What was probably only a few minutes felt like an eternity. Finally, the light went on, signaling us to move stations and I was happy to leave. We shut down the shower and stepped out. My heart was thumping and my skin was tingling. If nothing else, it had been invigorating.
I wrung out my hair. “Wow, that was crazy. I feel like I went a few rounds with a boxer.”
Scotty agreed. “That’s not what I consider relaxing. I wonder what’s next.”
The next room wasStep 3: Detoxify in our Magnetic Clay Baths. Hesitantly, I stepped inside the next room. Two tubs sat side by side in the middle of the small room. They were already filled with a grayish-brown liquid. I dipped a finger into the clay water and sighed with relief to feel the hot water.
“This, I can deal with.” I stepped gingerly into the tub and, in seconds, I had sunk into the soothing water up to my shoulders.
Scotty eyed his tub for a moment and then followed suit.
Under the murky water, I began unfastening my bikini top. “Well,” I said wryly, “I’m pretty sure that five minutes is up.”
He shook his head. “I’m pretty sure I heard you laugh.”
“Fair is fair, and I’m not a cheater.” I pulled the bikini top from my chest and tossed it on the floor in between our two tubs.
The clay began to work its magic as I laid my head against the back of the tub. I could almost feel the toxins being pulled from my body as I relaxed.
I snuck a peek at Scotty and this time I really did have to suppress a laugh. He looked like he was about to swallow his tongue as he tried to peer through the dark water into my tub.
Chapter 15
Knox
Asamemberofa rock band, I’d seen thousands of breasts. We got flashed tits pretty much wherever we went in public. On stage, we were probably flashed at least five times a show. I’d actually signed my autograph across too many chests to count. And after a show? They were offered up to me on a platter — big tits, little tits, enhanced tits, and once even seventy-year-old tits. I’d grown immune to it all. Somewhere along the line, seeing a girl’s tits had lost its excitement.
So why was my dick acting like I’d never seen a pair of tits before? Summer was relaxing in the tub next to me and I was tense as fuck. This lass was twisting me up in knots. As a test, I lifted my arm out of the clay water to make sure no gunk was sticking to my skin. It wasn’t, so when the light eventually turned on and indicated it was time to go to the next station, I was going to feast my eyes. I stared at the light, waiting impatiently. I felt like a horny lad.
The room was so silent I could hear my own ragged breathing. The wait was excruciating. This felt much longer than ten minutes. I opened up a water bottle that was placed on a small table just within reach.
