Jesus Beach, you ok? What happened?

The voice of the lovely and ***** nail girl, my next stop on the day spa express, nearly scared the living ***** right out of me as I scrambled to my feet, still naked, and rushed to open the door to tell her everything was OK. As I reached for the doors ***** I noticed I wasnt wearing any shoes. A quick once-over also made me realize I wasnt wear any shorts, any underwear or anything at all and my hand let go of the doorknob as if it had been burnt on a hot tin roof. (HOLY ***** ***** !! THAT WAS SOME DREAM !!)

I stood on one side of the door and simply yelled through to the other side leaning my face close to the frame. Im ok, babe, not to worry – just fell asleep. Thanks for waking me up !

I figured you must have dozed off – youre ten minutes late for your nails Beach. Shake a leg old woman. The young Asian ***** kitten giggled at her own little age-thing reference, though I was not amused, but I certainly wasnt going to argue. That pretty thing was hot for sure and I loved the way she massaged my hands and feet during the treatments. Nope, didnt want an emery board under my nails accidentally on purpose, so I just laughed back and said I would be right there.

As I dressed in the tanning room anticipating my next delicious spa session, I strained and turned my neck trying to give myself a chiropractic adjustment. When I heard a little crack, I felt better but hoped I didnt cripple myself. Falling off that bed would most definitely expand the bruise I had already developed after my disastrous chair experience and computer disconnection during cyber sexing just a few days ago. But at least I wouldnt get a stiff neck — that crack and snap did the trick.

I exited the tanning room and walked through the main salon to the nail and foot station. I was giddy with glee as I truly loved to be fingered by that barely-old-enough-to-vote Far Eastern beauty. Simply put Linn, my manicurist was attractive in an adorable sort of way. Though I was wide awake now after the tanning bed fall, I still couldnt believe my eyes as I hopped up on the comfy leather, barber shop style chair. As Linn walked toward me carrying her little bucket of foot and finger tools, her long, dark, straight, hair blowing back, something about her was different. I stared at her face and all I saw was BETTE – and the last thing I needed was that fair-weather goddess staring up at me seductively as she rubbed those scented lotions all over my trimmed toes and shins and calves.