Recently visited SueCo Spa. I was long overdue to visit my favorite nameless girl, feeling initially "Missing In Action".
Texted the boss for the girl, a shower room and my timeslot. Got all three. Must be slow, I thought.
Going in was quiet. Boss whispered "long time no see" as we walked down the narrow hallway. Every door was closed. It felt different, like we were in down-low mode. Guy next door was trying to make a girl laugh. Walls still too fucking thin.
I hit the shower, letting the hot water loosen the hesitation in my brain.
Then she walked in, her smiling eyes hit me like a slug of bourbon. Been too long, and she was going to make me feel it.
We traded the usual pleasantries, then I leaned back, fishing. “Got a story for me?”
Her smiling lips tightened, like she was holding aces she didn’t want to show. “Cops came sniffing around,” she said, voice barely above a murmur. “Boss had us scatter out the back door, quick-like. She took a ticket, but us girls? We slipped the net. Now she’s talking about getting square—some RMT or BR license to keep the heat off. Girls are whispering we might all need papers of our own. Me? I ain’t sure I’m cut out for that kind of leash.”