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Caroline had gone into the exclusive spa expecting nothing but the best. She had come in with an air of importance, expecting her every need to be met quickly and as submissively as possible. When she approached the desk, her look of arrogance at the receptionist who politely asked for her name was all the indication the receptionist needed as to who this was. Mrs. Dennison.

The receptionist then smiled a fake submissive smile (not that Caroline would have noticed it was fake) and then politely told her to just go up the stairs, her room was waiting and ready. Room 212, right up and to the left.

"I thought a place like this someone would be here to show it to me." She sneered.

"For all the steps in the treatment, not to the specific room. That was in our material we sent and explained to your assistant."

"I don't like your tone." Caroline said. "You need to show me up there yourself then. I expect you to do you damn job."

"My pleasure." The receptionist said, and stood, her heels clicking on the floor as he walked out from behind the desk. "Follow me, please."

"Finally."

The receptionist walked in front and up the steps. It was literally the first room on the right, no one could have missed it. The receptionist then saw the door was open and a tall, fit man was walking down the hall toward the two of them. Perfect.

"If you would, he'll be right with you." The receptionist said, directing her into the room.

It was, by an standards, a very nice room, well-furnished, small with just a small desk against the wall, and three chairs, all posh and high-end. The receptionist asked her to sit as her consultant would be there in just a few seconds. As she did, she let out a surprised curse.

"Fuck!" She went to stand but immediately felt faint. She had no idea it was a needle that had jabbed her. She was back in the chair in no more than a couple of seconds and the man walked in, closing the door and walking over to Caroline.

"I don't feel good." She said, fear starting to show on her face.

"Oh, you don't?" He said with a harrowing smile. "We can fix that."

A couple of hours later, the receptionist looked as a figure walked down the steps. The steps were slow but graceful and soon the figure was beside the reception desk.

The receptionist smiled as Thad looked over at her with an amused smile.

"I must look a sight like this." He said. "Yet somehow I don't really care. They told me to check in with you.. I am a little surprised you do it up here."
"Oh, we don't take anyone in after a certain point and those doors and windows are heavily tinted. No one can see you or even hear you."
"Simple and elegant. More than I can say for her dress. She had no idea it was a cheap knockoff, I am guessing, as is her pantyhose and heels. Too bad, a body like this deserves a more elegant wardrobe than what she was actually buying for it."

"And, I understand you are such a person who could make that a reality."

"I do not like to boast of such things, but yes. I do hope when I come for the follow-up in a month I am more suitably attired. You deserve clients with a certain level of class and dignity, and I do not just mean this enterprise here, you understand."

"I do, sir and thank you. I should let you know, your car is waiting at our second entrance, ready for you. It is less posh than our main entrance, but security and discretion was considered the most important feature with it."

"Agreed." He said. "Well, I must be off. I will let all of you see to the rest."

"It will be handled quickly and carefully. We are, sir, very used to dealing with unwanted trash."

At that, he smiled.

"I am sure of it. Quite sure."