Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I have you both down for The Rejuvenation Experience.” She smiles at me. “It’s a five and a half hour treatment, but you will be leaving here very, very relaxed.”
“I have no doubt,” Troy says as she hands us each a board with a questionnaire on it.
“What are we having done?” I ask while I fill out the questionnaire with all of my personal information.
“The Relaxing Body Wrap, Rebalancing Massage, Regenerating Facial Therapy, Anti-Aging Eye Treatment, full wax treatment, Classic Manicure.” She smiles at me, and I smile back. This is going to be heaven, or at least one would think, and it almost is heaven. Almost.
After I finish filling out the information sheet, she hands me a key to a locker and tells me to go right into the women’s room where the lockers are at. From there, I am to exit to the common area where I will be called by name. I take the key from her and wave goodbye to Troy. “See you on the flip side.”
I undress, looking down, thinking the wax is coming at the perfect time. I slip on the plush white robe that is hanging in the locker. Looking around, I see a sign on the wall that no cell phones are allowed past this point. It also asks that you either power down or turn the ringer off to allow a more pleasant experience. So I turn mine off and lock the locker, walking into the common area. There are a couple of people already sitting down when I walk into the room.
Another woman sitting behind the wooden desk greets me as soon as I walk in the room with a note that says ‘sign in here.’
I walk up to her and smile. “I’m Eliahn Coco,” I say quietly. She tells me it won’t be much longer and to help myself to some water. I walk to the two water dispensers and see one with cucumbers and the other with berries. Pouring myself half a glass, I walk over and sit down on one of the available chairs. Not long after, Troy comes out and signs in with the girl.
Four workers come through the beaded curtain that must lead to the back room. One of the smaller girls calls out my name, butchering it. I smile at her, getting up and then correcting her. “It’s Eliahn.”
“My name is Genevieve.” She smiles at me. “Follow me.” She turns, and we walk back through the beaded curtain down the white hallway. Doors line the hallway on each side with a picture of a stream, another one on the beach, and one of a dock leading to a lake with the sunset in the background. Soft sounds of the waves crashing play in the background.
Once she gets to her door, she turns and opens it up for me. The lighting in the room is dim, and the sound of soft piano playing in the background fills the room.
A massage table sits in the middle of the room with a brown blanket. “You aren’t allergic to anything?” she asks me while she reads my answers from the questionnaire, and I just shake my head. “We are going to start with your facial first, so if you want to get under the blanket, I have an off-the-shoulder wraparound robe here for you to put on.” She walks over to the table and brings me back a folded towel. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” She smiles as she walks out. I take the robe off and wrap the new robe on. Once I Velcro myself in, the elastic at the top keeps it from falling.
I slip under the sheet, lying down and closing my eyes. The sound of soft music and water is now playing. She knocks softly on the door. “You can come in,” I tell her, and she walks back in.
“Shall we get started?” she asks me, and I just nod. For the next five hours, I am pampered like I’ve never been pampered before in my life. She has hands like an angel. The massage is so good I fall asleep, and I would still be sleeping if she didn’t have to ask me to turn over.
“Okay, we are going to do the bikini wax,” she says. “What type would you like?” she asks me, going over to the machine in the corner.
“The regular one,” I answer. I am not sure if this is a trick question or not.
“Are we doing a touch-up or a full wax?” she asks me while she uses a wooden stick to stir the wax. “Do you want a Brazilian wax, Bermuda triangle, or desert island?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask her, not sure what the fuck she is asking me.
“Right now, what do you have?” she asks me, and I just look at her, not even sure. “May I see?” She points at my vagina. She moves the sheet to the side, and I swear I see horror on her face.