Page 74 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
"As you should. Just sit back and relax."
I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. I tried to focus on my breathing instead of the tiebreaker.
It worked for about two minutes until Tim nudged me.
"Dude, did you see that?" he asked.
"What? No, I had my eyes closed."
"Follow me." He hopped up and ran out of the sauna.
Against my better judgment, I got up and ran after him. He was standing in the middle of the hall looking both directions when I caught up to him.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I think I saw Python."
"What? Not this again."
"I think he was that guy sitting next to us. When he got up to leave someone hit him with the door and his towel fell off for a second. It was definitely him. Man, I should have known that such a majestic creature would be found in the spa. I wonder if there's a treatment he does to make his penis so big."
"Well, he's not here. The hallway is empty."
"He's not in the hallway, but he must be near. Let's split up and look before the trail goes cold."
"I think that spying on spa-goers violates spa etiquette."
"This is bigger than spa etiquette."
Was that a pun about the size of his penis?I decided to pretend like it didn't happen. "Well, I'm going back in the sauna. Good luck."
"Come on, Bryce. Please help me," pleaded Tim. "It's important."
"Mr. Wood and Mr. Walker?" said a man who had just entered the hallway.
"That's us," said Tim.
Thank God.They couldn't have come at a better time.
"Hi, I'm Brad, and this is Jimmy. We'll be your massage therapists today." They stuck out their hands to shake ours.
As we shook hands with them, Tim turned to me and whispered, "Brad has the grip of a full-grown grizzly bear. We're in for a treat."
Ew.
We followed the men down the hall to our massage room. They waited outside while we took our towels off and lay face-down on the massage tables.
Jimmy started massaging my back. It really did feel good, although it took a little while for me to forget about the fact that it was a man doing it. He started at my shoulders and worked down to my lower back, and then he poured some sort of hot oil on me. I thought he was going to keep massaging, but instead he just patted the area.
"Fuck!" I screamed as a sharp pain shot up my back. "What was that?"
"First time getting waxed?" asked Jimmy.
I turned to look at Tim. "What the hell, Tim? Did you sign us up for a wax?"
"No, just you. I always keep my body baby-smooth."
"Well what if I don't want to be baby-smooth?" I asked as Jimmy applied another layer of wax to a different spot on my back.
