12 Rest and Relaxation

I startle awake, a loud beeping noise ringing through my ears. I was greatly confused when I woke up in an unfamiliar room, but then I remembered that I had slept in my newly (partially) made fortress.

Turning off the alarm clock next to my bed, I lay back down, closing my eyes.

'This day is going to be a me day. I have already reserved a reservation at the best spa in the city.' I smile, visualizing in my mind how relaxing it is going to be.

After resting my eyes for another 30 minutes, I eventually get up. Walking over to the bathroom, I take a shower, lathering my hair with shampoo and then conditioner. Wrapping a towel around my body, I dry off and put on a casual summer dress which I had stored in my inventory. It was a perfect fit, hugging my curves in all the right places.

'I really have become more beautiful.' I think, appraising myself once more.

Going back to the bathroom, I ponder over whether I should put on makeup or not. Gazing back into the mirror, I reflected that I really didn't need makeup, there were no slight blemishes or imperfections to cover up.

Happily thinking this, I decide to just put on some light eyeshadow.

'Enough with this, I have to get going pretty soon or I won't arrive in time.' I scold myself, quickly putting on some sneakers.

Getting in my new Chevrolet Impala, I drive over to the spa. The spa is called Blissful Day Spa, and it was the most highly recommended spa for dozens of miles.

Arriving at the entrance, I almost gawk in amazement. It was almost as big as those five star hotels, with a valet and everything.

Getting out of my car, I hand over the keys to the valet driver, and he gives me a slip of paper with a number that I would need to get my car back.

Walking towards the front desk, I approach the receptionist, a pretty women just barely older than me.

"Hello, and welcome to Blissful Day Spa, would you like to look at our services or do you have a reservation?" She welcomes me and asks.

I respond,"I have a reservation under the name Natasha Parker."

"Wait one moment ... yes, we have a reservation for a full day spa treatment under Natasha Parker. May I ask for your email?" She warmly replies.

"Yes, here it is." I say, showing her on my phone the email they had sent me the day before.

With that done, I was led down some hallways and into a changing room. The room was richly decorated, with a few paintings which looked very expensive. In the middle of the room was one of those beds with a hole for my face on one end. Standing next to the bed was a women dressed in a simple white robe who I assumed was the masseuse.

The masseuse started by asking me a few questions, since this was my first time here. She asked for me to tell her any relevant medical history, injuries, or physical conditions she should be aware of. After that was done, she left the room, allowing me to disrobe and lay down on the soft, plush blankets. After laying down, with a towel covering me, the masseuse comes back into the room.

She takes the towel off my upper back, folding it across my waist. She then rubbed her hands with something and started rubbing. She worked her way from the base of my neck to my shoulders, working out all the kinks in my muscles. Working her way down my back, she made it to my waist before she worked her way up again.

It took more than 45 minutes just to finished rubbing my back, but during that time, I was in ecstasy, with all my back muscles were free of knots and they were looser than they had every been. The few times I had went to spas for had gotten a massage, I only went to cheap, low-cost places which were nowhere near as good as this.

After finishing with rubbing my back, the masseuse walked away for a minute towards another part of the room. I could hear her opening something and coming back, by the sounds of it, carrying something. A moment later I felt very warm stones being placed in certain spots on my back. It felt heavenly!

Letting out a groan for what felt like the hundredth time, I basked in the feeling of the stones, almost painful, heat permeating throughout my back.

While I still focused on the stones, the masseuse lifted the towel away from my legs, leaving me completely bare. I blushed, a little embarrassed being completely naked in front of a stranger, but that thought quickly left my mind as she started kneading my butt. Like with my back rub, she would switch between using her hands and her elbows as she worked her way from my ass and towards my feet.

When she began rubbing my feet, I couldn't help but groan again. The feeling was heavenly! I would have to give her an amazing tip and I would absolutely comment on her amazing skill.

After she was finished working her way back up, she removed the stones from my back and gently asked me to flip over.

With a towel covering my front, I flipped onto my back, resting my head on the pillow that she and placed under me.

My mind flew away from me when she started working on my face. If the back massage could be said as masterful, then I could only describe the face massage as divine. She rubbed my temples, the bridge of my nose, just above my eyebrows, and everywhere else. It felt as if the small mental trauma that I had from going into the apocalypse for 10 years was wiped away.

After finishing with my face, she put a warm towel over it and proceeded onto rubbing the rest of my body.

After three hours of this blissful massage, it was finished. I thanked the masseuse gratefully, wrapped myself in the white robe they handed to me, and was lead to another private room. In it was a very comfortable looking chair which somewhat looked like the kind they had at a salon, with a small tub which I could put my head in to have it washed.

There were also two people there, a man and a woman. They asked me to sit down and to ret my head back into the tub. Putting a small towel under my neck, the man turned on the pleasantly warm water, rinsing my hair. As he did this, the woman started working on my hand and feet, rubbing them a little and then treating them.

The man washed my hair wonderfully, making sure that no water went down my face. The feeling of having my hair played with while being soaked in warm water felt amazing.

The man then expertly rubbed shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp in the process. After more than five minutes of this he washed the shampoo out of my hair and applied conditioner, rubbing it in just like with the shampoo. He then proceeded to treat my hair with other things which I didn't know.

While he did this, the woman was trimming my nails and filing my nails perfectly, getting rid of any dirt or grime that somehow got under them. She then quietly asked me what color I wanted my nails to be, which I responded with,"Thanks, but I would prefer not to have them colored."

She nodded her head and then went to rubbing my hands and feet with lotion, giving them a massage in the process.

The man finished my hair by drying it off with a towel and blow drying it. When I touched my clean, glossy hair, it felt like I was running my hand through silk. I briefly asked him what brand he used, which he responded that if I wanted to know, then they would email it to me. I gladly accepted this and I was brought out of the private room and to the health and fitness areas. This gave me the choice of taking a dip in the pool, spending time in the sauna, sitting in steam room, working out in the gym, or unwinding in the relaxation room.

I chose to go to the sauna first. Walking in, I marveled at the size of it. I thought that it was just going to be around the size of a normal bathroom, but it was three times bigger than that. Looking around, there appeared to be three people already in here, all of them men of ages from around my age to 30 years by the looks of it.

When I had walked in and sat down, I could feel the gazes of the men lustfully staring at me. It felt like they were undressing me in their minds and it was very unsettling. Ignoring them to the best of my ability, I sat back, closed my eyes, and tried to relax.

My peace didn't last long as one of the men approached me, sitting down on my left.

"Hey hottie, how ya doing?" Not waiting for my response, he continued,"I'm Chad. What do you say we get out of here and have some dinner, just the two of us?"

Listening to his crude pick up line, I though,'All he wants to do is to try and get into my panties.'

"Sorry, but no, I have other things that I plan to be doing." I went back to ignoring him, hoping that he would just take the obvious hint and leave me alone.

Pushing on, he continued,"Come on, you can cancel those plans. You wouldn't want to miss out on me, I've been told by a lot of women that I'm great in bed." He gave me a lustful smile, his eyes roving over my breasts.

"I would rather not, you aren't my type. Now go away and stop bothering me." I didn't want to deal with this guy. I just couldn't get him to stop hitting on me.

Reaching an arm over my shoulder, he pulls me towards him,"Come on baby, you woul..."

Before he could finish his sentence I jabbed his neck, causing him to gag, grabbing his neck in pain.

"Don't you dare touch me." I say, my voice ice cold, my eyes shooting daggers at him. The other two men just sat there, staring wide eyed, not making any movement.

"You! Bitch!" Chad spat out through his painfully throbbing throat,"You're dead!"

He lunges towards me, uncaring of the consequences his action might have.

Unlucky for him, he didn't know that the woman he had been hitting on and was now lunging towards had spent 10 years surviving in the apocalypse, so she could easily beat this dude to a pulp.

Punching him in the stomach, he bent over, holding his gut. I then kicked him hard on his back, sending him sprawling across the floor.

Chad didn't seem like he would be getting up anytime soon, so I walked out of the sauna and found security, telling them what happened. The security guards, hearing that a man had tried to assault such a beautiful lady, quickly grabbed Chad and the two other men, who kept trying to explain that they didn't do anything, and threw them out of the spa.

I thanked the security guards, who tried to act nonchalant and cool, saying that it was nothing and if I encountered any more trouble, just find them. Getting back in the sauna, I spent the rest of my time there relaxing, putting the events that just happened out of my mind.