She opened the manila folder that the boss had handed her. It was a profile of the exclusive chain of spas that the company had recently acquired. There was a letter of introduction introducing her as Rita Renolds as the new division head for the spas. She read through the demographics, clientele list, services offered, gross income, expenses, growth rate, and the like. Years of business training kicked in as she read. This asset had so much potential but it was woefully underperforming. Obviously, her boss was offering her the opportunity to prove herself the business man he thought she could be. If she succeeded maybe he would change her back.
At the spa, she asked for the manager, and introduced herself in a cold perfunctory style. The manager was a buff man who was maybe five seven. Rita Renolds found her eyes drawn to his powerful arms, broad shoulders, and muscular chest. He wore a lycra one piece singlet, and his nipples were clearly visibly outlined by the fabric. When he stepped from behind the counter, Rita couldn't help but cast her eyes downward. He was giving her a tour of the facility but she was taking a tour of his body with her eyes as he led her through the spa.
At the end of the tour, they were in a room with a table, scented candles, a trolley, and a white uniformed middle aged woman. If Rita had still had a dick, she'd've popped a boner as the hot man suggested she take her clothes off, and try out the spa's services. He told the woman to give Rita Renolds a deluxe massage, and "that special wrap." The woman who looked like an ex-KGB officer or East German Women's Weightlifting Olympian broke her stern expression, and smiled, "Yes sir, certainly. Now, ma'am, if you'd be so kind as to get out of those things and up on the table.
"I'll join you later, Ms. Renolds, enjoy your wrap!" said the manager with an insincere grin. As soon as he was out the door, his face fell, and he sighed. He pulled out his cellphone, and speed-dialed his lover Omar.
"Omar, thank god, you answered."
"What? No. No, it's as I feared, Omar, they brought in someone from corporate to take over the company. She's a regular harridan, questioned the cost of every little thing. Oh, and the way she ogled me. I never felt like such a piece of meat, not even when I was on the bodybuilding circuit."
The manager nodded his head as he listened to Omar. Then he answered, "No worries, Renolds is being wrapped as we speak. She won't be a problem after that."
"Thanks, lover, just needed someone to vent on. See you for supper, Omar." He closed his cell phone, and headed back to his office whistling.