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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 14, 2009 23:43:57 GMT -4
The manager taps you lightly on the shoulder. "Sir? We're ready for you in Room Number 1. Right this way."
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Post by tjgalon on Jan 14, 2009 23:47:24 GMT -4
*i slowly get up, kinda struggle, but follow the lovly lady as i am lead past a few rooms
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 14, 2009 23:49:30 GMT -4
You open the door to Room #1 to find a large spa bathtub lit by hundred of candles. The water is mounded in soap bubbles and you see rose petals everywhere. A petite blonde is holding a towel and smiling broadly. "Welcome to the Salon, I've drawn you a bath for your first spa service."
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Post by tjgalon on Jan 14, 2009 23:55:34 GMT -4
*i look down at the tiny lady and smile. part of me thinks it seem a little femaleness spa area, but for the most part. i look around and see she turn her back to me. i dis robe and sink, surprisingly perfect temperatures. she turns around before i say anything yet i was not bother by this. the water is up to my neck
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 14, 2009 23:59:11 GMT -4
"Now you just relax, and I'll make sure you are nice and clean for your spa day." She approaches with a basket of bottles. "I'll wash your hair now, would you prefer our special Lavender Bloom, Starlilly Days, or Coconut Dream?"
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Post by tjgalon on Jan 15, 2009 0:05:03 GMT -4
mmmm, coconut dreams sounds nice
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 15, 2009 9:06:21 GMT -4
The blonde grins. "My name is Sabine. Just relax and enjoy!"
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Post by tjgalon on Jan 15, 2009 13:06:24 GMT -4
Sabine, that a nice name. Mine is .... um... TJ
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 15, 2009 20:47:38 GMT -4
"Very nice to meet you, Teejai." She grins as she lathers up your hair in a cloud of coconut scented bubbles. A nice tingling sensation crawls across your scalp and you sigh in ecstasy. Not even the loose ringlet of hair curling down your forehead and growing down the length of your face bothers you.
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Post by tjgalon on Jan 16, 2009 0:08:36 GMT -4
I was slightly stun as my hair is normally very short. but like a passing second so was the concern gone. Her hands expertly work there way over my hair.I remove my glasses allowing her better position by my ears.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 16, 2009 0:20:37 GMT -4
Sabine finishes your hair, letting the lather soak into your ever growing mane of hair. Soon it's piled atop your head and spilling down into the water. She massages your shoulders. "May I ask you a question? I mean, you don't have to answer if you don't want, but what is your perfect fantasy woman?"
It sounds so innocent, so genuine, that you feel compelled to answer truthfully.
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Post by tjgalon on Jan 16, 2009 0:30:25 GMT -4
I think about it. I have to say I never think about looks to much. it always been about personality for me. But i guess if it like a bonus, well *drift off to a thought*
.... Tall, but maybe not taller then my 6'2: body. hmmmm, I like someone with meat on there bone, you know, no thanks to a stick figure. I guess it ok, but i prefer some who over a few pounds. I like to think things like breast and ass would not matter, but i guess i do prefer a decent size chest on em. Obviously ass should math the body type.
I kinda giggle to my self, you know what i mean Sabine. I hope i did not offend you, cause you are somewhat short, You are attritive yourself.
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 16, 2009 0:41:58 GMT -4
"Why thank you," she says and continues to massage your shoulders. "I'm going to get some bath oil for you. In the meantime, can I pour you a glass of wine? Or something else?"
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Post by tjgalon on Jan 16, 2009 0:46:48 GMT -4
I am not much of a drinking. I never really touched the stuff. But, what ever you think i enjoy i'll try. I kinda mlet some more into the warm water, relaxed
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Post by wannabeglam on Jan 16, 2009 0:48:36 GMT -4
"Ah, then I have the perfect thing for you." She gets up and you hear a 'pop!' "Have a glass of this light fruity champagne. You'll just love it, Teejai. I'll be right back with your bath oils!" She strides across the room and through a door you swear wasn't there five seconds ago.
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