As he pulled off the trunk road into the little side streets, Ron smiled to himself. Well, here he was again, two days before Christmas, the same day as last year, in fact virtually the same time. He parked the beige Metro next to the Pay and Display machine. The boring 1.1 beige Metro! He would have preferred the black sporty Metro, which had stood, alongside his car in the showroom, but Susan wanted the beige. "It matches the garage doors" she had commented and as she was paying for it, she had the casting vote. In fact, everything in Ron's life was beige, the walls of his house, the kitchen units, the wallpaper, the three-piece suite, most of his clothes and even Susan!

The maximum stay was four hours. He inserted the three fifty pence pieces and pressed the green button. The printer chattered and the machine spewed a ticket. Ron made a mental note to be sure to dispose of the ticket when he returned to the car. He was well versed in this subterfuge. With a shudder he could picture the scene, Susan holding the ticket, "Derby? What on earth were you doing in Derby? Why weren't you at work?" "Well it simply won't happen, as long as I destroy the ticket " thought Ron as he popped it on to the dashboard. He locked the car, folded in the door mirror and strode along the street and round the corner.

His anticipation grew as he rounded the next corner. He had amassed nearly eighty pounds by taking a flask to work instead of using the tea machine they had installed in the office. He had saved the money he would have spent in a little tin at the back of his desk. Each time it got to ten pounds, he had taken it to Mr Patel at the corner shop, who was always grateful for change and he had secreted each ten-pound note in a special compartment in his wallet. Now he was going to spend it in four hours of fun. He was about to spend twenty pounds an hour! He was about to spend more on this than he had spent on Susan's Christmas present! Was that so wrong? Surely he was entitled to some pleasure in his "beige life". After all, it was only once a year.

Yes, it was still here, the bright painted frontage, the sign, which said it all; "Bubbles" It was more like an office building than a massage parlour, but for the name it could have been an accountants, a solicitors or even a doctors surgery.

He entered the little hallway, which sheltered him from the eyes on the street. He pushed the doorbell and waited. Two lads walked past the entrance. "We know where you're going!" they sniggered. Ron wished someone would open the door. A voice crackled in the intercom, "Push the door, sweetheart" There was a buzzing sound, he pushed the oak panelled door and he was in.

He was in another world. A world of leather sofas, soft music, subdued lighting, glass tables and the lovely aroma of the girl standing before him. "Hi" she said, "Have you been before?" Ron wished she had remembered him, but she must have seen hundreds of men since last year. He was about to reply when she smiled and said "Oh yes, you're the man who sells office equipment, aren't you? We haven't seen you for a while!"

"I came here this time last year" blurted out Ron, "It's my annual Christmas present to myself!" He thought how ridiculous that sounded, but she looked him straight in the eye and said "Then we must make it special for you. Can I get you a drink?" Ron sat on the huge leather sofa between two lovely young ladies. To his left was a tall half-caste girl wearing the shortest mini-skirt he had ever seen, she sat with her long legs folded under her. Her knee, inches from his hand. She leaned forward to reach a magazine from the table, in doing so, her knee touched his hand and as her bottom rose, Ron caught sight of a small triangle of nylon. She was wearing a thong! One of the girls at the office wore thongs. Ron had seen it when she stooped down to reach a file out of a filing cabinet. She was wearing hipster trousers and as she stooped, the trousers went down but the thong stayed up. It was little more than a shoelace with a metal clasp holding the three strips of nylon together. He wished Susan would wear thongs, even beige ones, instead of those "sensible" ones she wore. Not that he ever saw her actually wearing them. She tended to prepare for bed in the bathroom and floated into the bedroom, a vision in beige winceyette!

Ron was awakened from his daydream by another young lady bending forward offering him a mug of tea. As he took the steaming drink his eyes couldn't avoid staring at her breasts, fully exposed under the loose top she was wearing. She had no bra and her small breasts looked so firm, her perky nipples slightly erect, she smiled as he took his drink knowing full well that he was enjoying the view.

To his right sat a petite oriental girl, probably Taiwanese, wearing a white blouse, unbuttoned almost to her slim waist with a red lacy bra peeping from behind the blouse. She wore a leather mini-skirt with white fishnet stockings and red suspenders showing at least four inches below the hemline of her skirt. A man emerged from the sauna box and nodded to the oriental girl who stood up giving Ron a flash of her red thong through a split in the back of her skirt. She walked through the bead curtain and took the man's towel as he stepped into the shower. Ron could imagine from the giggles that he was being assisted in other ways too!

"Now then, what do you want this year?" said the receptionist as she sat beside Ron on the settee. "We have a V.I.P. suite with a Jacuzzi free right now, if you would like to select a young lady for your massage." Ron looked round at the three girls, what a choice he thought. "Or you can have a standard room? The V.I.P. rooms are fifteen pounds and the standard rooms are ten." Ron was doing mental arithmetic; if the "tips" were the same as last year he could afford the V.I.P. room and two massages, or have two girls at once. Oh God! What should he do? "The tips in the VIP room are £20 for "Full body" massage, £25 if the young lady strips down to her "Lingerie", or £30 full strip" Yes, he could afford it!

Ron took fifteen pounds from his wallet, "I'll have the V.I.P. suite with this young lady," indicating the girl who had brought his tea "..and if I can have a sauna afterwards for an hour, perhaps this young lady would give me a second massage." Ron boldly squeezed the knee of the half-caste girl. "My, you are going to enjoy yourself aren't you?" giggled the receptionist. "So that's Karen first then Samantha for your second." Karen smiled and said, "I'll go and prepare the Jacuzzi and I'll slip my bikini on, so I can join you in the tub" She indicated to Ron that he should follow her, I'll show you where to change and take your shower."

Ron thought the reception area was luxurious, but this room was unbelievable. There were drapes not just at the windows but also, all round the walls. There was a raised area in one corner with a Jacuzzi, which Karen had started to fill. In the opposite corner, behind a chain curtain, stood Karen adjusting the shower to a comfortable temperature. "Right, Ron." she said, "Slip your clothes off and pop them into this locker. They'll be quite safe, there's only you and me in here." With that she slipped through the chain curtain and proceeded to disrobe with only the gold chain links protecting her modesty. Ron could not help but stare, she really was beautiful. So lithe and firm, with a pierced navel. She turned to slip off her thong and he saw she had a small tattoo of a rose in the small of her back. She turned and grinned, "Ron! You naughty man! You've been peeping. Get in that shower, you'll see all this at close quarters in a minute!"

Ron had removed his beige shirt with matching tie, his beige trousers and beige socks. He slipped off his Y-fronts, (Susan bought his underwear and most of his clothes) and stepped into the shower. He soaped himself paying particular attention to his armpits, his penis and bottom. The shower was quite powerful; he supposed it was a "power shower". He detached the showerhead; the pulsing jets of water massaged his body. He directed the water at his penis and the sensation started to arouse him, he was half erect.

He pressed the button to switch off the shower and stepped out of the shower to find Karen standing there holding a large white fluffy bath sheet. She was wearing a tiny lime green bikini. He went to take the towel from her but she held it firm and started to gently dab his shoulders dry. Ron stood with his arms extended while this girl; young enough to be his daughter dried him. "You're paying to be pampered, so let me pamper you." Whispered Karen. He turned so she could dry his back, his bottom and the backs of his legs. She told him to turn round and she started up from his ankles. Ron was conscious of his erection bobbing about only inches from Karen's face. She rolled it playfully with her hands murmuring " Mmmm, you are a big boy today!" She peeled off the towel and kissed the tip of his swollen penis and giggled.

"Come and relax for a few minutes before you get all wet again," whispered Karen and led him to a small settee in an alcove at the back of the shower. On a wall bracket was a television screen showing a porno film of two girls on a bed with a young man. "Mmm. They're having fun!" giggled Karen. Ron slumped back into the settee, it felt so good.