Temptations and Small Victories.
Life for me remains a struggle between temptations and resistance.
This weeks trip took me to a large hotel in a small town. The hotel is near the gate of a large steel plant and most visitors are contractors and vendors and their representatives.
The town is nondescript and would have been lost in the landscape had it not been for the steel plant.
So it was natural to expect the hotel to have a well stocked bar and the patrons to be all outsiders. Mostly those who had to stay back for the night due to unfinished work at the steel plant.
Due to ongoing project execution work at the plant by the construction organisation i work for, i have been visiting this place every 3 or 4 months for 2 to 3 days for the last couple of years.
Since the bar was the only bright spot in this gloomy place, this time i was pleasantly surprised to find a small banner mentioning a spa and massage parlour as an additional attraction. My curiosity led me to a small unmarked room on the 3rd (and topmost) floor - at the end of the corridor lined with mostly unoccupied rooms.
A big smile, big bosomed girl opened the door. Another slightly elder, slightly less made up and slightly less endowed lady was standing inside, observing me. The strong smell announced that either or both of them had clearly just stubbed out a cigarette. Together they negotiated a reasonable rate for a "double massage" and i thought it essential to make it clear that i did not plan for anything "extra".
During the message, they informed that extra pleasures were optional and there were further options if i was interested. I fought temptations for an hour and came out well oiled, unfleeced, refreshed and feeling victoriously virginal. Their open invite remained for a repeat visit promising "extra" at a discount and special rates for a full night in my room. Spent another night at the hotel without visiting again, enjoying the afterglow of the deep tissue massage, the memory of a pleasant new experience and the joy of being able to avoid a vice. 😀
Am smiling to myself as i wait at the station for my train home. Thought i should share this with my SW friends. 😊😊
This weeks trip took me to a large hotel in a small town. The hotel is near the gate of a large steel plant and most visitors are contractors and vendors and their representatives.
The town is nondescript and would have been lost in the landscape had it not been for the steel plant.
So it was natural to expect the hotel to have a well stocked bar and the patrons to be all outsiders. Mostly those who had to stay back for the night due to unfinished work at the steel plant.
Due to ongoing project execution work at the plant by the construction organisation i work for, i have been visiting this place every 3 or 4 months for 2 to 3 days for the last couple of years.
Since the bar was the only bright spot in this gloomy place, this time i was pleasantly surprised to find a small banner mentioning a spa and massage parlour as an additional attraction. My curiosity led me to a small unmarked room on the 3rd (and topmost) floor - at the end of the corridor lined with mostly unoccupied rooms.
A big smile, big bosomed girl opened the door. Another slightly elder, slightly less made up and slightly less endowed lady was standing inside, observing me. The strong smell announced that either or both of them had clearly just stubbed out a cigarette. Together they negotiated a reasonable rate for a "double massage" and i thought it essential to make it clear that i did not plan for anything "extra".
During the message, they informed that extra pleasures were optional and there were further options if i was interested. I fought temptations for an hour and came out well oiled, unfleeced, refreshed and feeling victoriously virginal. Their open invite remained for a repeat visit promising "extra" at a discount and special rates for a full night in my room. Spent another night at the hotel without visiting again, enjoying the afterglow of the deep tissue massage, the memory of a pleasant new experience and the joy of being able to avoid a vice. 😀
Am smiling to myself as i wait at the station for my train home. Thought i should share this with my SW friends. 😊😊
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