The first thing was to remove my clothes. I
had no problem with that except that the area destined to that wasn’t at all
empty. One of the men that served as janitor in the premises was taking a very
long time emptying each one of the trashcans in the area and then two other
clients stepped in. But as fast as I could, I used my towel wrapped around my
waist first and then I removed the underwear. When I was ready, a woman was
expecting me at the door. I thought she might not be very happy about me taking
so long to get undressed but the truth was she didn’t seem to mind.
I followed her through the maze like first
floor of the building and then we stopped in front of an elevator. She told me,
as if she was telling me something she had learned by heart, that there were no
rooms available on the first floor so someone was waiting for me in the fifth
floor. I just nodded, as if accepting that would change anything. I was already
there, I had paid up front, so nothing I could do would make the slightest different
whatsoever. Waiting there for a while was not the most comfortable thing
though.
I always thought they gave you some kind of
robe to cover your whole body but that was not the case there. Everyone one I
saw, including myself, was wearing just a towel around the waist and that was
it. If someone wanted to cover more they had to use their arms or probably ask
for a second towel although I had no idea how that would happen, as the workers
in that place tended to disappear in the places you needed them the most, like
in the dressing room that was filled with other people so it would have been
the same if one of them was there.
In front of the elevator, other clients
started stopping by. I was surprised to see a woman but then realized she
probably had an urge to do it too so it made sense if you thought about it. A
man with his back covered in hair also parked himself in front of the elevator.
He was very tall and all his furriness was very distracting. It was like
looking at a very large bear or something of the sort. Each one of us was
accompanied by someone form the place, which was kind of weird. In any other
place, we would have been very easy to pick out from a crowd.
The elevator finally opened and we all, the
six of us, got in. I felt a sudden wave of heat when the doors closed and I
realized I had my face only centimeters away from the hairy back of the tall
guy. The woman was on a corner, not even faking she was not liking it so much.
She wasn’t alone as I had the sudden thought of staying in that elevator once
it got back down. There was no way in hell I would be staying in such a place.
I had committed a mistake and needed to save myself from it as fast as I could.
My mind was racing.
The
door finally opened and we all got out at the same time. It was as if we had
been liberated from jail or something. Each one of the assistants from the
place took each one of us in a different direction and I think we all thanked
them for it. I walk by a large quantity of door and then the woman that was leading
the way told me to wait inside one of the rooms. She opened the door and
revealed a really nice office with something I hadn’t seen in a while: a big
window overlooking the city.
As I stepped in the room, the woman slammed
the door behind me leaving me completely alone in a space I had never been in
before. I saw the table, the classic one, right there in the middle. There were
also some chairs all around and a sofa, although I had no idea why that was
there. Was someone staying overnight to sleep in that office? Or did they have
an audience each time they were with a client? The seating capacity was
unusually high for what I would have expected in such a place. The view though,
was the best part of it all.
I got close to the window and looked in front
of me: the city appeared to be all at my feet. The tallest building was not
that tall and all the people and cars looked like ants under my feet. As I was
barefoot, the sensation was even more powerful and funny. I decided that if I
ever won the lottery or if my job gave me the possibilities, I would try to
live in that area in order to get that same view from my bedroom and even my
bathroom. Imagining that made me smile like an idiot and ignore that the door
had been opened moments ago.
My towel almost fell to the floor the moment a
person coughed, obviously trying to get my attention. I thought they would
knock first or something but no, that wasn’t a thing in that place. When I
turned around to see the person I would be involved with for the next hour, I
realized there was something wrong. Well, not wrong but it wasn’t like I was
expecting it. The person who had coughed was a man. Granted, he was a very
handsome man who was probably very good at his job but I wasn’t expecting a
male on my first time there.
He noticed my hesitation to get near him and
it was him who walked towards me and extended his hand for me to shake it. We
did that and it was very amazing to feel that the man was very calm and had one
of those smiles that make you very mellow in a second. He told me that the
person assigned to me wasn’t going to make it so they had decided to send him
instead. He apologized for that and hoped I didn’t mind him being assigned to
me. I was so relaxed by only watching his face that I didn’t answer with words
but only by shaking my head affirmatively, with a silly smile.
Out of the blue, he grabbed one of my hands
and I thought I was about to burst into happiness. Why did it felt so right, so
perfect? I had no idea back then and I couldn’t find the reason why many days
afterwards. His touch was a very special thing, that was for sure. He took me
to the table in the center and told me to lay down there for him. Again, I
nodded and smiled like an idiot, unable to actually talk like any human would
normally do. There was something about him that made me act like that and I
didn’t care what it was at the moment.
I laid down on the table for him, still
smiling. I looked at the ceiling as I smiled and I was so distracted by my
strange behavior that I didn’t notice he had already started. His hands were a
little bit warmer than before. They glided down my skin with grace. My body
started feeling every single touch as if it was the first contact with anyone
in my life. It was such a strange feeling to have but I certainly like it and I
think I got him to know that a couple of times.
He started on my arms and then on my neck area
and then my chest. It was a really nice experience. People had told me that it
sometimes hurt but I realized they had all been wrong or had visited awful
places because that guy was making me feel as if he was taking layers and
layers of unnecessary stuff from me. He was taking away all the things my body
didn’t need anymore and I truly began to feel lighter, to feel as if I could float
away and wander around the room if he wasn’t there to hold my body. It was a
very nice feeling.
When
he moved on the legs, I have to say the magic went away for a second. I have
always been ashamed of my legs so having someone touch them was not a very easy
thing for me. But he did his jobs in such a way; I just didn’t care about my
problems anymore. As he did my legs, he asked me to turn around in order to do
the rest. I complied almost without hesitation, turned around in an instant. In
that moment, I didn’t want such an amazing experience to end. I felt so much
better than when I had entered the building.
He finished with my legs and then did my back
and neck in order to finish. When I felt his hands off me, I felt a bit sad. So
sad in fact, that I laid there way too long. When I turned around to ask for
his name, he was gone. The woman that had brought me there was waiting at the
door, again. We took the elevator down; I dressed in the locker room and left
feeling much better than I had ever felt before. But I was also wondering about
him, I could still feel his hands all over my body. Who thought a day in the
spa would be so rewarding?
