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Stage 1. The Spa
Marina came to the spa alone. George was on shift. She wanted to lie in the steam room, drink something cold, and talk to no one.
Two men were standing near the bar. Young, late twenties to early thirties. She took her cocktail, nodded briefly at their short “hello,” and walked toward the changing rooms.
She left the door to the steam room half open. Their voices carried clearly.
“That brunette,” one of them said. “Did you see her?”
“I saw her. That ass… you know what I mean.”
Marina stopped. Her hand was still holding the towel.
“Lips are nice too. And the eyes. Kind of innocent.”
The second one laughed quietly.
“She must be doing porn. If not, she’s wasting it. Definitely has an OnlyFans.”
“I’d fuck her. Not rough. Just enough so she’d start asking for more.”
“I’d start with her mouth. See how those lips look around a cock.”
A pause. One of them took a sip.
“Though… she’s gorgeous. Sweet. Lucky guy.”
Marina stood behind the door and didn’t move. Her cheeks were burning. Her heart was beating so hard she could hear it in her ears.
She could have gone into the steam room and pretended she hadn’t heard anything. She could have left. Instead, she stood there for a few more seconds, listening as they moved on to something else — work, a car.
Then she quietly stepped inside.
The steam room was empty. She lay down on the top bench, closed her eyes, and tried to steady her breathing. It didn’t work. The words kept circling in her head: ass, lips, porn, lucky guy.
Between her legs it grew warm. She pressed her thighs together and exhaled slowly.
When she came out, the men were already gone. At reception she paid quickly and stepped outside.
In the taxi she sat looking out the window. Her hands rested on her knees. She could still feel how her body had reacted to the strangers’ words. And for the first time in a long while, it wasn’t only shame.
It was curiosity.
Solarium
A few days later Marina booked a solarium session. Thirty minutes, just to prepare her skin for summer. Nothing special.
At the reception a young woman met her.
“Cabin three,” she said and handed her a small packet. “These are protective stickers for the nipples. Make sure you put them on. After the session our administrator will be at the front desk if you need anything.”