Things might have escalated quicker than I had originally thought.
When we arrived at the spa, the store manager had previously mistaken our appointment as a couple's retreat spa and thus booked the both of us in the same room. It normally wouldn't have mattered if it was just a simple facial, manicure, and pedicure, but it was apparently a full on massage package as well, which meant we both had to be completely naked. We were instructed to change out of our clothes and into robes in private change rooms, but even with robes meant that we eventually had to take them off inside the room, which certainly still did not have change rooms I had originally hoped.
It must be some couple bullshit, there was even a buzzer on the side of both spas beds so the spa beauticians knew when it was appropriate to come into the room. There was really no fucking way I was going to be completely naked in front of Hayden Whitehall, and I am also certain he doesn't want to be naked in front of me either. I had to think of a plan, something that was quick and easy to implement without troubling the spa technicians.
"Well, what now?" Hayden asked, slightly unsure of how to proceed with the situation. Both of us were fully in our comfy white robes, but we were standing in this couples room like idiots.
The room was oriental inspired, with bamboo decors and faint river stream noises that acted as background music. There were fresh towels, tools, and machines placed neatly on a trolley located near the beds, and various beauty products placed on the shelves behind the extravagant decor. In the distant corner, there was a live fountain and zen garden styled gardens running underneath the glass flooring. The room was big enough to fit well over twenty people, but it was meant to be a couple's retreat room for increased intimacy.
I shuddered at that thought, rich people have weird ways of expressing their affection.
"Let's take turns," I finally said, "I'll lie down and then you can strip, and then you lie down and I strip, how does that sound?"
"Sounds kinky," he laughed, I immediately rolled my eyes.
"Not funny, this was your fault you know."
"Okay party pooper, get on that bed of yours and don't be a peeping tom," Hayden commanded half-jokingly.
I obeyed and placed myself face flat into the large-sized face hole designed for spa beds and stared into the expensive looking floor.
"Why are we doing this again?" I asked through the large hole.
"Team building? I don't know, we're having dinner tonight and you need to look nice since it's a high-end restaurant," Hayden said from a distance while he made shuffling noises. It sounded like he had gotten into his bed.
"Are you done?"
"Uh... Yeah."
"Do you have a towel covering your ass?" I asked again, slightly hesitant if I even want to hear his answer.
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know," Hayden snorted.
"Of course, should have known it was going to be sarcasm central," I muttered to myself as I slowly got up from my bed. I turned to Hayden, he definitely had a towel covering his butt and seemed to be extremely relaxed already.
"I bet ten dollars you're staring at my ass right now," Hayden announced excitedly.
"I am not!" I defended myself and got off the bed, untieing my robe in the process. I was now fully naked, it was definitely not my choice but the professional masseuse had insisted on a no clothes policy while being massaged.
I hooked my robe onto the nearest coatrack I could find and reached for a towel from one of the trolleys to wrap my body in it. I hopped back onto the bed and fell face flat again into the bed, gently releasing the towel to cover my butt.
"Are you done?" Hayden finally said impatiently.
"Yeah, press that button and call them in I guess," I responded.
Both masseuses arrived with lightning speed and really went to town on the massages. The technique was no joke, but since I was a first-timer I had let out slight groans and screams in pain, which had caused Hayden to burst out in laughter. After several embarrassing moments, both masseuses were done with the massaging and called in the beauticians. Unfortunately, Hayden and I now had to turn around, so before the beauticians have arrived, we both promptly used our previous tactic to turn around and cover our privates.
"This is so weird," I spoke out again, I didn't want to feel super tense but I was sensing awkward vibes all over the room. I was physically relaxed, but I needed some reassurance mentally in order to settle down.
"Just shut up and enjoy it," Hayden sighed deeply.
"I am, and it's so relaxing I think I might fall asleep soon," I admitted, "but you gotta admit this is kind of awkward."
"It's only awkward if you let it be awkward," Hayden said, "just sleep and they will take care of it from here. Don't think or imagine about my sexy body too much, it will stress you out and defeats the purpose."
"Ha-ha," I laughed dryly, "okay then, I'm going to close my eyes and try to relax."
Hayden and I stayed silent for the most part, the facials were mostly relaxing but definitely hurt in ways I didn't think it could. The rest went by so quickly, the beauticians put on a nice, cold concoction on my face and let it sit there while they did my manicure and pedicure. I wasn't sure what colour they had chosen but I definitely wasn't going to complain. I couldn't help but doze off into slumber as the treatment was way too relaxing to even focus at that point.
When I woke up, I was fully clothed and surrounded by a group of beauticians who had been putting makeup on my face. I jerked myself up in surprise, causing a couple of them to jump in surprise.
"What the hell?" I asked, shockingly surprised as I looked down to see I was wearing a wine coloured, v-necked cocktail dress with a light chiffon ruffle from the waist down. The dress was made just past my knee, and I had been wearing matching stiletto heels. I vaguely remembered modeling the dress for Hayden this morning and remembered that Hayden did instruct one of the shopper assistants to pack one for the road.
I looked around to see that Hayden was no longer laying on his bed, but had disappeared from the room. Getting even more confused, I quickly got off the bed and questioned one lady next to me.
"How did you all manage to put clothes on me, and where is Hayden?"
"Miss, we tried to wake you up but you wouldn't budge," the lady explained, "we were just making finishing touches to your makeup while you were sleeping."
"Well if you're all done, can I leave now?" I asked politely.
"Yes of course miss, Mr. Whitehall is expecting you in the waiting lounge."
"Okay, thank you," I responded as I walked to the exit, "and thanks for the makeup and spa."
I dashed towards the exit while completely ignoring the employees and other guests on the premises. As I turned to the guest waiting lounge, I saw Hayden Whitehall playing with his phone as he crossed his legs. He was wearing a full black tuxedo, a wine coloured tie, and carried a matching handkerchief in his left pocket.
As he saw me in the corners of his eyes, he looked up and smiled brightly.
"You still owe me ten dollars, Ms. Hayes."