You arrive for your shift and check the schedule. On the bright side, it looks like you're not scheduled for anything that requires physical interaction with the customers. The downside is you're scheduled to work in the sauna. In your experience, people get a little too relaxed in there, and any remaining inhibitions some women had toward you sort of dissipated. Worse, it looks like you're scheduled with Jill. Jill's treatment of you had never been subtle, but even from that perspective, you felt she'd been getting a little bold lately. Still, in spite of these drawbacks, the sauna still offered the unique chance that you might not have to try and extricate yourself from some woman's sweaty folds.
You clocked in and put your stuff in your locker and head to the sauna. Managing the sauna was straightforward. Keep an eye on the humidity, stock the water bottle fridge at the exit, load up the bins with fresh towels, and take the used ones to the laundry. No sweat, you thought to yourself. It was a bad joke, but you couldn't help thinking it every time. Jill arrived shortly after, and as usual she was completely nude. Though you didn't dare admit it aloud to anyone lest your comments make their way back to her somehow, you thought she was really hot. All the fat in her body really juiced up her curves, and whether it was underlying fitness or her own-it attitude, she carried it all well. You'd never guess she was weighed down by it at all. "Hey hey, little man," she said. "I still don't get you coming in in that lame polo-shorts combo, dude. Our tips would skyrocket if you lost 'em." It wasn't a bad point, except for the part where you'd feel like a piece of meat. "I mean, you gotta at least be wishing you could cut loose when you're in the sauna, right?" Also a decent point. If you didn't keep up with the parts of the job that took you out of the sauna, you'd sweat through your clothes and start chafing in no time. The handsy clientele (and equally troublesome coworkers) sometimes kept you from making the necessary exits too.
"Sorry to disappoint, Jill," you said without much conviction. "Those poor ladies will just have to use their imaginations."
Nancy checked in briefly before opening the spa, sparing little time beyond the necessary start-of-day stuff, except to give a disapproving look at your wardrobe, or rather the existence of it at all. It was apparent early on that the spa would be pretty busy, especially once the day really picked up, so you were relieved that Jill, a good employee in spite of her usual behavior toward you, put on her game face and didn't seem to have enough time on her hands to spend messing with you.
After about an hour, you had everything caught up, so it was time to earn your tips. You loaded your arms with towels and headed into the depths of the sauna to see if anybody wanted fresh towels. Given that the vast majority of clients were heavy women, they almost always took you up on the offer, and everyone knew this was the key to getting the tip jar filled at the exit. The sauna was designed as a large common area with mild humidity and lower heat where most clients would be comfortable or where they could wait their turn for the private rooms. There were eight of them branching off where patrons who liked a real sweat could crank up the heat and control the humidity to their personal taste, though two of them were permanently set up as "dry" saunas.
You made your circuit around the common area, exchanging sweaty towels for fresh ones, employing your aggressively-trained self-control to keep your eyes in respectful territory. Jill was waiting at the laundry bin when you finished the common area. "Want me to take over for the private rooms?" she said with a coy smile. "Seems like you're always... lingering when you do it."
You flushed a little red. You weren't lingering, you were frequently accosted in the private rooms. Her offer was tempting. But... so were the tips. "Nah, I got it, thanks."
She shrugged. "Suit yourself, little man." You were several steps away with a fresh armful of towels when you heard her again. "You should know that Miss Applegate came in while you were stocking the fridge."
You paused in your tracks. If your coworkers were dismissive of your boundaries and personal space, Miss Applegate was out-and-out unaware of such concepts. She was a middle-aged woman with possibly the thickest, doughiest body you'd ever encountered, and she wielded it in the way only a woman desperate for more action than she was getting at home, and who still thought she was in her prime, could. Long story short, most women had a tendency to get up in your business. Miss Applegate never failed to. You turned back to Jill. "Really? I didn't, uh, see her on in the common area. Guess that means she's in the private rooms...?"
Jill nodded with a wicked grin.
"Which, ah... which one would you say she went in?"
"I wouldn't say, actually," said Jill. "Why, it sounds like you'd use that info to avoid catering to one of our most frequent customers!" Your heart sank a little. "Though, even if I would, say, I couldn't. I didn't see where she went." You bit your lip a little. "Are you sure you don't want me to take over?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I--"
"Of course, now I'm afraid it's gonna cost you. I'll make the rounds in the private rooms for you, but in return, I think I want to see you dressed in the uniform the rest of us wear."
Damn it. Usually anything to do with finally going nude would be an instant no from you, but it was still early in the shift, and Miss Applegate was almost guaranteed to put you in a situation where you or she would be sweating through your clothes, and you didn't have any spares in your locker since today was your laundry day at home. You'd be a sweaty mess for the rest of your shift and you might end up having to shed your clothes anyway or leave early and miss out on a lot of tips if Nancy thought you weren't making a good impression for the customers.
What to do? Brave the private rooms and risk your uniform, or strip down and let Jill handle the danger zone (at the risk of revealing how aroused being around women like Jill made you)?
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