Trio
©2012 Raminar Dixon
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This work is property of Raminar Dixon, please do not reproduce illegally.
“Happy birthday!” Tracy cheerfully sang out, and handed Dana a white envelope sealed with a little gold sticker. “I think this will fit you perfectly!”
“Oh, thank you, Tracy!” Dana gushed, and hugged her best friend. “You know you didn’t have to do this, silly!”
She tore open the envelope and pulled out what she thought at first was a simple postcard. Upon closer inspection, she discovered it was a coupon for a trip to the newly-erected day spa downtown.
“I know it isn’t much, but I thought you deserved a relaxing day at the new spa for your big three-oh,” Tracy said, and patted her on the back.
She did deserve it. This had been one hell of a year. Things with the divorce had finally settled down and her ex had moved out of the country just last month, seeking his fortune as a software engineer for a multi-national megacorp. Her employer had eventually come around and seen what an asset she was to the company, and now she was heading up the accounting office. Bringing in an extra ten thousand a year made a big difference, and the responsibility of the job had her feeling less like a kid and more like a proper adult.
Turning thirty had always been this weird, scary thought in the back of her mind, but Dana was ready to accept it with open arms. Back when she was a teenager, she thought thirty was like some dreadful marker in a person’s life where they suddenly became ‘old’. As time moved on and the day drew closer, she had realized that thirty wasn’t really that old at all.
Still, some strange voodoo seemed to keep her nerves frazzled and she always felt stressed. It seemed like the more she enjoyed success, the harder it was just to make it through each day. She thought that more than anything, she really just needed to get laid.
Dana let go and looked again at the gift her friend had given to her. “FREE - One package for a complete day of pampering at El Royo’s Day Spa” was written across the card, the text emblazoned over a photograph of a young woman lying face down and being massaged by a sexy, muscular man. The look on the woman’s face was one of the deepest relaxation.
Dana rolled her head back, feeling the tight muscles there stretch and bend. It had been ages since she had last enjoyed a real massage.
“Make sure to ask for Tony Lee,” Tracy confided. “He’s the best. You won’t regret it, sweetie.”
“Oh, you’ve already been down there?”
“Donnie did all the sheetrock work for the owners. As a thank you, they gave me a whole free day there with all the perks. I got a mudbath, a massage, and…a little something extra, too. Let me tell you, it was awesome.”
“What extra?” Dana asked, genuinely curious.
Tracy held out a finger and wagged it in front of her. “Oh no, no. It’s a secret. Just trust me, ask for Tony Lee. You can thank me later.”
***
A few days later, Dana pulled up in the parking lot in front of El Royo’s. The place was much larger than she imagined it would be, with jutting, white columns and an enormous fountain that sat right in the middle of the circular entrance. Colorful flowers dotted the walkway leading up to a pair of large glass doors, which swished open automatically as she approached.
The inside of the place was just as extravagant. Another marble statue of a nude man posing dominated the lobby and brilliant skylights rained down rays of sunshine from above. The new floors gleamed and the whole area was filled with the sound of running water. It certainly was one hell of a place.