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Chapter 23

Alyssa

Opening the doors, the first thing I notice is a new face. That is not the usual assistant that greets me.

"Hello Miss Morrow, we've been expecting you. I've got an appointment all scheduled for you. If you'll follow me," tall and blonde, the new assistant at True love has apparently been given specific instructions.

I’m confused for a moment but go with it. Nothing terrible has happened to me yet.

"Are you new?"

I'm curious how this girl knows me, but surely, they must have told her all about the infamous Alyssa Morrow.

Leading me down the hall to the salon, the tall blonde opens the door, handing me off to another receptionist. This day is quickly becoming very odd.

"Miss Morrow, we have a room here for you to change and put on a robe. I've placed one on the bench already, and when you're done, just come out, and I will take you for your massage."

Just like that, she disappeared. No other explanation.

I look around the room, wondering why no one told me about this appointment. I guess it was a surprise for me.

Slipping out of my black fitted skirt and blouse, I left them folded on the bench along with my undergarments.

The robe is silk and feels incredible the I put it on my body. Even the color happens to be my favorite. A deep shade of purple that compliments my skin tone.

The slippers match the robe, and whoever thought of this knows the perfect size for me. Those men think of everything.

"I'm ready," I smile at the salon assistant.

I am taken down the hall to a room that makes you feel relaxed the moment you walk inside. Everything is so peaceful. From the walls that are painted a deep shade of green, to the sounds of babbling a brook coming from every corner of the room.

I take the robe off and proceed to lay on the table when the therapist arrives.

"Miss Morrow, I am Hilda, and I will be doing your rub down today."

Hilda is a sturdy woman, about 30 years old. She has a thick Swedish accent.

I enjoy a lavish massage lasting about 45 minutes. The woman’s magical hands releasing any tension I might have. At one point, I almost fall asleep to her skilled fingers.

"Alyssa, the stylist is ready for you now. Just walk down the hall and into the first room on the left," Hilda said as she cleans up the room for the next appointment.

I'm still a bit woozy from having my muscles manipulated, but overall, I feel relaxed and refreshed.

Once again, I am greeted, but this time with a mimosa and lunch. I wonder if this is a special treatment, or does everyone get the same experience.

After my hair gets washed, I'm in the hands of one of the best stylists in the country. I've tried to get into this woman's salon on many occasions, but all attempts failed.

It's now that I realize I’m not alone. I see other patrons come and go, all of them people who have dealings with True love.

My hair is being cut and colored, and my nails manicured, but all of that is overshadowed by what I hear from the other clients. I can't help but listen, though I can’t see them from where I sit.

"I can't believe how wonderful life is right now."

The first woman is speaking to the others, but I don't recognize the voice.

Another one speaking, but her voice much softer.

"Since they allowed me to test the product, I am so much more inclined to do things sexually. Ones that I've only dreamed about in the past."

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