Luscious Ladies Spa And Resort

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My boss and I were working very late to finish the proposal. It would be a huge contract for us, and although I was exhausted, it seemed important to her.

I was her intern, getting work experience after graduating high school. I would proofread her copy, letting her know where I didn’t understand something. She seemed grateful for my feedback.

She gave a huge sigh and said, “Well, I think we’ve done all we can. I’ll have another read in the morning before I submit it.”

“Let’s hope we win!” I said.

“It would be so helpful. With COVID, our business has suffered. If we get this, it will put us back in the black.”

She stood up and moved in back of where I was sitting and started massaging my shoulders.

“Ohhhh!” I moaned.

“Wow, Tracy, you are so tight! You need a good professional massage.”

She continued for a few minutes and it helped a bit. “Thanks, Ms. Oliver,” I said.

“Oh Tracy, after all these nights we’ve spent together, I think you can call me Judy.”

“Okay, Judy.”

She sat back down at her desk as I gathered my things to go home. “Tracy, you’ve helped me so much in such a short time. I’m going to give you a treat.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“I insist! And take the morning off tomorrow – see you after lunch.”

I smiled and said, “Thanks,” on my way out the door.

I drove home and collapsed, barely managing to strip to my knickers before crawling into bed.

I slept until 10:00 the next morning. I panicked before realising that Judy was letting me come in late. I went to the bathroom and showered. It woke me up, but I was still very tired from all the hours that I had put in this week. TGIF!

After drying off, I turned on my laptop to check emails and stuff. I saw one from work and opened it. Judy had sent me a gift certificate for a night at Luscious Ladies Spa and Resort. I clicked on the link and visited their website. Wow, this looked awesome — pools, spas, entertainment, massage services — all included!

I noticed that there were only pictures of women. Then I saw the note that only women were allowed and that all staff members were women. Good, I could do without creepy men around.

I checked to see if I could get in this weekend. Sadly, no, but I booked for the following weekend.

I dressed and had lunch and went to work. “Did you submit the proposal, Judy?” I asked.

“Yes, Tracy, it’s in. Now we just have to sweat while we wait for their response.”

“Good luck. Oh, thanks for the gift certificate. It sounds like an amazing place.”

“It sure is. I’ve been there a few times. It was recommended by a good friend. Did you set a date?”

“Yeah, I wanted to go tomorrow, but they were full, so the weekend after.”

“Great! Make sure you take advantage of all of their services.”

I smiled and wondered why she stressed the word “all”. I figured I would find out.

“So what are you up to this weekend, Tracy? Going out with your boyfriend or girlfriend?”

“Uh, no, I don’t have a boyfriend.” I couldn’t bring myself to say “or girlfriend”. I blushed to think that Judy would say that. Was she a lesbian? The thought made me glow bright red.

I knew that some women liked other women rather than men, and I didn’t have a problem with that. But as for myself, I had never considered it. Sure, there were a few women I thought were nice looking, but it never occurred to me to think beyond that.

“Are you all right, Tracy? You look feverish.”

“I’m fine, Judy, it’s just hot outside and I need to cool down.” I went to get a glass of cool water and sat at my desk.

I checked my work emails and there was nothing important. Then Jessica, a consultant that Judy uses on occasion, bounced past me and went to Judy’s desk. Jessica was in her early forties. She was petite and fit, with short hair and smallish boobs which never seemed to be in a bra.

This last detail had never occurred to me consciously until just now, but upon reflection, I recalled having seen her nipples pressing through her blouses and jiggling just a bit as she walked. Judy never seemed to mind.

I blushed again and I felt my nipples getting a little hard. Oh my, did I just get turned on? My thoughts drifted back to school days, where it was expected that I would date boys. All the other girls always talked about the guys they liked, what they did with them, etc.

I went on a few dates, but the boys just wanted to kiss me and grope my boobs after they got me alone. That did nothing for me, so I decided that dating and sex just weren’t worth the bother.

My mobile phone rang, jolting me out of my daydream. I answered it, “Hello?”

“Tracy Williams?”

“Yes, speaking.”

“Hi, this is Stephanie, from Luscious Ladies Spa and Resort. You booked with us for next weekend, right?”

My heart sank, thinking that they were cancelling my booking.

“Yes.”

“Well, we had a cancellation for tomorrow night. I know it’s short notice, but we thought we’d see if you can make it.”

“Wow, sure! I was hoping for that.”

“Wonderful. izmit escort Any time from ten in the morning is fine. Do you know where it is?”

“Yeah, I checked your map last night. Do I need to bring anything?”

“Just casual clothes and yourself. We have yoga sessions, so you might consider a loose outfit for that. Some women dress up for the evening, but that’s optional.”

“Okay, thanks so much. I’m really excited!”

I hung up the phone and put it down. Then I noticed Jessica standing by my desk. “What’s got you excited?” she asked.

I turned my head and my gaze fixed on her little boobs, with nipples prominently pushing through her sheer blouse. Realising that I was staring at them, I snapped my view to her face. She grinned, seemingly not bothered by what I’d done.

“Oh, hi Jessica. Um, Judy gave me a night at, what’s it called, Luscious something. And they just said I could go tomorrow.”

“Luscious Ladies! Wow, you are lucky. It’s fabulous. I envy you. I was there once for just a day session, but a night — wow. You’ll be a new woman next week.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I said.

“Trust me, it will change your life, for the better.”

“If you say so, Jessica.”

She winked and walked away.

I turned back to my computer, but all I could see was Jessica standing in front of me. I saw her nipples and I started feeling all warm. My nipples hardened by themselves. Oh, what was happening to me?

I went to the toilet and peed, noticing that my pussy was damp. While wiping, I started to rub then stopped, ashamed of what I was doing. I stumbled out of the stall and washed my face with cold water to cool myself down.

As I sat down at my desk, Judy came up to me. “Tracy, there’s not much to do this afternoon. Take the day off. I’ll see you Monday morning.”

“Thanks, Judy. Oh, by the way, the spa called me and they can fit me in tomorrow night.”

“Wonderful. You’ll love it. Your body will never be the same.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

I headed home, giddy with excitement for the morning. I grabbed takeaway for dinner on the way home. In the evening I went through all of my clothes to pack. I decided that I would include some nice outfits for the evening to pamper myself.

I finished packing at about 9:00. I wasn’t sleepy, so I put on a favourite romantic movie. As I watched, I daydreamed about having a relationship. It’s something I hadn’t come close to experiencing. Ah well, someday maybe.

I slept fitfully, dreaming of the women on the website dancing in front of me. Then Jessica walked up to me. As I gazed at her little boobs, her nipples became huge, bulging out at me. She said, “Yes, Tracy, you love my nipples.” She unbuttoned her blouse and opened it, showing me her naked boobs.

“Touch them. You know you want to,” she whispered. I reached out to touch them and woke up with a start. Oh my, what had I been dreaming? My nipples were rock hard, and when I felt my pussy, it was wet.

This was wrong, I thought to myself. At least, I’d always been taught that. My mum always said it was bad to touch myself. I couldn’t help rubbing my pussy a little before pulling my hand away in shame.

I quickly got out of bed to remove the temptation. I had a long hot shower before dressing and having breakfast. I distracted myself with the thoughts of spending a relaxing day and night at the spa.

I glanced at the clock and saw that it was 9:15 — time to go. I searched for the place on my phone’s map app and set it to give me directions. I grabbed my suitcase and handbag and got in the car, locking the phone into the cradle and connecting it to the car radio. Fifty minutes away.

Time flew by as I imagined what the resort would be like. Before I knew it, my phone said, “You have arrived,” and I turned into the driveway up to a pair of elegant gates with an attendant in a booth.

“Good morning, welcome to Luscious Ladies. May I have your name?” the attendant asked. I gave it, and after checking for my booking, she said, “Ah yes, Ms. Williams. Here is your check-in pack.

Please turn left at the fork and drive into garage 17. Here is your remote control. Button 1 opens your room doors and button 2 operates the garage door.”

“Thank you so much,” I replied.

I drove on and found the garage, already open. I pulled in, stopped the car and pressed button 2. The garage door closed. Wow, very fancy.

I stepped out of the car, collected my suitcase and walked to the door to the room. I read the sign, “Press 1 on your remote to unlock the door. When you are unpacked, press 9 on the room phone to contact reception.”

I pressed button 1. With a click, the door unlocked, and I went in. The room had a spacious lounge area with a desk, a large sofa and several large chairs across the coffee table from it. I walked into the large bedroom equipped with a king-size bed, a small sofa, large-screen TV with a Blu-ray player attached.

I set the suitcase on the bed and unpacked it into the dresser and wardrobe. I placed the suitcase izmit anal yapan escort at the bottom of the wardrobe.

Then I explored the bathroom, which was enormous. There were two sinks in a large counter, an extra-wide bathtub and a separate shower. The towel racks held huge, fluffy towels. Wow, I could enjoy this, I said to myself.

I went back to the lounge area and sat at the desk, drinking in the luxury that was mine for a day. I remembered to call, so I picked up the receiver and pressed 9.

“Good morning, Ms. Williams. Are you all settled in?”

“Yes, thanks, but please, just call me Tracy.”

“Very well, Tracy. We always like to make sure before being informal. Are you ready for your induction?”

“Uh, yeah, sure, I guess.”

“Please wait for a few minutes. Jacinta will be with you soon.”

“Thanks.”

A minute later, I answered a knock on the door. “Tracy?” she asked.

I stared at this gorgeous chocolate-brown woman with long, straight dark hair. Her skirt was little more than a wide belt, displaying slim legs. Her tight-fitting white top with no bra underneath did nothing to disguise her pert boobs with large black nipples.

She patiently waited and smiled, not bothered that I was staring. I finally blurted, “Yes, that’s me.”

“I’m Jacinta. May I come in and show you about your room?”

“Sure.”

She entered and told me about all the features of the room. “Ready for your tour?” she asked.

I nodded. She handed me a stretchy wrist lanyard for my remote and attached it. “For when you aren’t wearing enough to have a place for it,” she said, smiling.

I put it around my wrist and followed her into the hall, locking my door behind me. We walked down the hall. I wondered about “aren’t wearing enough”.

We toured the gym and lap pool, which were in my building. I couldn’t help noticing two women in the hot tub of the pool area, kissing and fondling each other. Oh my.

We walked outside under a covered walkway to another building. “This is the playpen,” she explained. We went inside, entering a small gymnasium area, but one which was not equipped with any kind of exercise equipment I had ever seen.

“This room is mainly for those playing restraint games,” she explained. “It’s early, so it’s empty now. That’s good because I can show you everything.

“Here is a standard table, with padded Velcro cuffs at the corners. There is a hole in the centre to reach through from beneath, of course. Above is a sling, so someone can suspend themselves and lower themselves down to be serviced.”

My mind was reeling. What did “to be serviced” mean?

“We have a pair of standing X-frames with soft silk adjustable rope loops at the corners. There is thick knee padding under the X of course. Finally, we have our newest addition, a pair of Sybians.

They have long controls, so if desired, two women can control each other. You’re familiar with them?”

My mouth was agape and I was unable to speak, never having conceived of a playpen like this.

“You’ll love it. Want to try it?”

I was frozen.

“Oh go on, with your clothes on just for a second to get the idea.”

My curiosity got the better of my judgement, and I said, “Uh, okay, what do I do?”

“Sit on it like a saddle. For now, because you are clothed, just press the dildo between your legs. When you’re naked, it can slide inside you, of course.”

I straddled it and uneasily sat down. She kept saying “of course” like I should know what all these things were, but I had gotten the idea that this was all for sex. I had never even really touched myself, so my mind was spinning.

“Scoot forward, push yourself against the dildo.” I tried. “Good enough for now.”

She reached down for the wired control and turned it on. Oh my, the saddle was vibrating heavily under me. The “dildo”, as she called it, was also vibrating. It felt nice and soothing for a while, then my body started reacting and I felt tingles pulsing through me.

She made it go faster and I shouted, “Ohhh,” as my body convulsed. This was so bizarre I had to stand up to stop the vibrations.

“Too much?” she asked. “Sorry, some women are extremely sensitive and can’t handle this. You can try later.” She turned it off and set down the control. “Remember, always wipe the seat with an alcohol wipe before and after, and use a condom on the dildo. The box between them has a supply of those.”

My pussy was buzzing with sensations it had never felt before. My thoughts were spinning out of control. Oh, what had I gotten myself into? Should I leave? I’d hate to waste Judy’s money.

“Let’s continue,” Jacinta chirped. We left the playpen and I felt relieved. She pointed out the outdoor yoga area and the indoor exercise area in the next building. We went into the far building, where she showed me the administrative offices, dining room and bar.

“Hey Jacinta, how are you?” said a tall, thin, middle-aged woman wearing a diaphanous dress that concealed absolutely nothing.

“I’m izmit yabancı escort great, Emily, you?”

“Never better. Giving an induction tour?”

“Yes, this is Tracy, who’s a first-timer here for tonight. Tracy, this is Emily, our director.”

I tore my eyes away from Emily’s large, firm boobs with small, hard nipples and looked up at her face. “Nice to meet you, Emily. Your place looks amazing.”

“Well, Tracy, we try to keep it constantly amazing. I do hope you enjoy your stay. If there’s anything we can do to help, press 77 on any phone, in your room or around the place.”

“Uh, thanks.”

“Our pleasure, and yours too, we hope.” Emily walked off and I stood and watched her walk away.

“She’s stunning, isn’t she?” Jacinta asked.

“Uh-huh,” I muttered in a daze.

She handed me a folded brochure. “Here’s a handy list of services. I’ll take you to one more place then I’ll let you go.”

She led me down a hall and stopped in front of a sign: Massage Room – Please Knock. “Here is where you can get a great therapeutic massage. We also offer Special Massage Service, which I highly recommend.” She knocked.

A tall blonde woman with short hair answered. “Oh, hi, Jacinta. What can I do for you?”

“I’m showing Tracy around, Belinda, and I told her about your massages. She’s a first-timer.”

“Welcome, Tracy, come in and I’ll tell you all about us.”

“Tracy, I’ll leave you now. Call 77 if you need any help.”

“Thanks, Jacinta, you’ve been most helpful.” She left and closed the door behind her.

“Come sit, Tracy.” I sat in a chair, and Belinda sat at her desk. “You know there are two kinds of massage, right? There’s the normal kind called therapeutic. It gets all the kinks out of your muscles.”

“I could sure use one of those. I’ve been working hard lately and I’m very tense,” I replied.

“I’m happy to book you in this afternoon, say 1:00?”

“That’s fine. Here?”

“Yes, on that table over there. I give those.”

“Um, what’s the other kind?”

“We call it Special Massage Service. Some call it the happy ending kind. We massage every part of your body and completely relax you.”

“That sounds lovely. Is that also here?”

“No, we do that in your room.”

“Do you do that?”

“No, we have special ladies for that who are well trained in pleasing you. Shall I book you in for one of those at, say, 6:00 tonight?”

“Um, well, I don’t know.”

“I highly recommend it. Let’s see who’s available…oh my, Tabitha is free. She’s the absolute best. You’ll be totally melted down by her.”

“Is there an extra charge?”

“No, every service here is included.”

“Well, I guess I have to do it.”

Belinda smiled at me, saying, “You don’t have to, but you want to, trust me.”

“Deal!”

“All right then, let’s see, you’re in room 17. Come here at 1:00, then be in your room at 6:00.”

“Thanks so much. Now please point me to the dining room. I’m starving.”

“Of course, Tracy.” She opened the door. “To the left, then to the right from the sitting area.”

I found the dining room and entered. The sign said to take a seat, so I walked between tables. A young girl that I was walking by looked up and said, “Hey, where do you think you’re going, beautiful?” I stopped and saw her lovely smiling face.

“Uh, to find a seat?”

“This one is yours!” she said, pointing to the chair next to her.

I smiled and said, “Okay, if you insist.” I sat next to her and admired her young, tight body. She was very short and slim, with barely noticeable boobs.

“I do insist! I’m Marcia, what’s your name?”

“I’m Tracy.”

“Welcome, Tracy. You look like you haven’t been here before, so I thought I’d help you out.”

“Yeah, that’s right, thanks. You’ve been here before?”

“Oh, lots of times. The director is my aunt Emily, so I get to stay here for free. I could never afford it otherwise.”

“Oh, yes, I met her. She’s nice.”

“Yes, usually haha.”

Emily came over and said, “You’ve wasted no time finding the newbie, as usual, Marcia.”

Marcia grinned and said, “Anything to help, Auntie.”

“So what can I get you ladies to eat?”

We checked the menus and gave her our orders. Marcia blabbed away, talking about her myriad sexual experiences, both here and elsewhere. I was amazed that such a young-looking girl had done so much.

“Wow, Marcia, you have really gotten around. How old are you?”

“Nineteen last week. You?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“Well, surely you’ve had lots of experience, Tracy.”

I blushed and whispered, “No, I haven’t had any.”

“Wow, seriously? But of course, you masturbate.”

“Um, no, never.”

“What?!” she yelled, loud enough for others to look over. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“I’ve always been taught it was wrong, but I’m not sure.”

“Well, Tracy, you’re going to learn how right it is.”

“I guess.”

Emily brought our lunches. “Enjoy, girls.”

We ate our lunch and Marcia asked if I wanted to have some fun. I checked my watch and told her I was due for a massage.

“Regular or special?”

“Regular now. I have a special booked at 6:00.”

“Oh, you’ll love that. See ya later then.” Marcia bounded off and I envied her energy. I went to the loo and found the massage room. I knocked.

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