There could not have been many people out there who have been subjected to the distasteful experience of being 'felt up' by the same Gender. Although the being 'felt up' in public transport is pretty common experience with us in this country.
Imagine the horror of being subjected to the same only in a High Gloss Spa.
Imagine that you have relaxed your mind and body to the soothing jazz of Kenny G's Saxophone, with the incense burning and the therapists dexterous palms working their magic.You are asked to walk to the steam room to let the oil seep into your skin pores and make your skin healthier and apparently glow like that picture in the reception. Of course, you don't say no. You imagine in your self delusion that sharing the steam room with your Girlfriend makes a lot of sense, as then you can chit chat and have the girly banter.There you sit perched on the stone bench wrapped in yards of Towel which are very White, creepily so, but you like being pampered and wrapped and cocooned in the white fluffiness. As the steam fills up the room, you feel drowsy, and you eyes get foggy, and you start wondering why something like this can't be done every month, and that you will recommend everyone to come and experience this. You are rudely jolted out of your thought when you feel a hand rubbing your shoulders and arms and try and figure out what this means. But you have this creepy feeling which moves down your spine and suddenly the steam seems too uncomfortable and you wish you can see the face that goes with the hand, because you are not sure why the 'special' treatment is being given to you.
You are saved by the buzzer, when the timer goes off, and the Spa Therapist comes and releases you. You walk to the shower, wondering what just happens and spend the next 10 minutes soaping the arm and shoulders to get rid of the weird feeling.
Girlfriends can turn out to creeps too if you are not careful.
Imagine the horror of being subjected to the same only in a High Gloss Spa.
Imagine that you have relaxed your mind and body to the soothing jazz of Kenny G's Saxophone, with the incense burning and the therapists dexterous palms working their magic.You are asked to walk to the steam room to let the oil seep into your skin pores and make your skin healthier and apparently glow like that picture in the reception. Of course, you don't say no. You imagine in your self delusion that sharing the steam room with your Girlfriend makes a lot of sense, as then you can chit chat and have the girly banter.There you sit perched on the stone bench wrapped in yards of Towel which are very White, creepily so, but you like being pampered and wrapped and cocooned in the white fluffiness. As the steam fills up the room, you feel drowsy, and you eyes get foggy, and you start wondering why something like this can't be done every month, and that you will recommend everyone to come and experience this. You are rudely jolted out of your thought when you feel a hand rubbing your shoulders and arms and try and figure out what this means. But you have this creepy feeling which moves down your spine and suddenly the steam seems too uncomfortable and you wish you can see the face that goes with the hand, because you are not sure why the 'special' treatment is being given to you.
You are saved by the buzzer, when the timer goes off, and the Spa Therapist comes and releases you. You walk to the shower, wondering what just happens and spend the next 10 minutes soaping the arm and shoulders to get rid of the weird feeling.
Girlfriends can turn out to creeps too if you are not careful.
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1 comment:
creeepy creeepy....now i am surely gonna head to the spa on my own...!
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