Joe had agreed to go to the spa with Molly.  Anything to avoid another repetition of the events in the lecture.  They took the metro, walked over the road and down the stairs to the spa.

"Sauna, steam room, plunge pool, salle de repose and peppermint tea", read the sign.

Molly handed over the entrance money.

"And a massage for my friend", she said to Joe winking.  Joe groaned inwardly.  He wasn't sure that he wanted a naked massage.  It was just another of Molly's ploys to embarrass him.

They were handed a towelling robe each, a towel and a pair of rubber flip-flops.  They must wear the flip-flops at all times, they were warned, otherwise they'd find the floor was very slippery.  They were shown the way to the changing room.

Joe was alarmed to see that it was a communal single sex changing room.  Oh my God!  They weren't going to have to strip naked in front of each other. Joe could think of nothing worse.  It had been one thing stripping naked for te girl photographer.  That had been embarrassing enough, but he knew he would never see again, so it had been bearable.  But stripping naked in front of Molly, a girl he worked with every day, it would mean a daily embarrassment for him.  And then to have Molly strip naked in front of him.  She would look lovely naked, but how could they work together after that.  Molly, however, had no intention of stripping off in front of Joe.  There was a single private changing cubicle and she dived in there and came out five minutes later, carrying her clothes and demurely wearing her towelling robe.  She had hoped that Joe might start stripping off out in the changing room, as most people did, but no such luck.  To her disappointment he took the opportunity to dive in the changing room after her and soon the two of them had put their clothes in a locker and made there way into the Salle de Sepose.  Never mind, there was plenty of time yet.

The salle de repose was a large room with oriental murals on the walls.  Round the sides were lounger beds for relaxing on, and up the far end reached by a set of stone steps and situated in a sort of grotto was a cold plunge pool for the relaxation of guests after a hot sauna.

A tall rather muscular looking girl of Middle Eastern origin came into the room and said something unrecognisable in rapid heavily accented French.  She went out again.

A woman lounging on one of the rest beds called over to Molly and Joe

"Elle cherche sa prochaine victime"

"She's looking for her next victim!" thought Joe, that sounded a bit daunting.  Then it occurred to him that this young lady was the masseuse and that she was looking for "une victime" - presumably her next female client.  Then it dawned on him that "victime" is feminine in French regardless of the sex of the person concerned and that she was looking for him.  He was to be the next victim.

He looked at Molly, made a face and went after the masseuse.  The masseuse was a woman of few words and led him through to the massage table which bizarrely was in a partitioned area at the end of the communal changing room.  The door was wedged open.

"Le peignoir là" she pointed to a peg on the wall where he was to hang his robe, "et la tete là" she pointed to the end of the bed where his head was to go.

Faced with such authority Joe had little choice but to do as she said.  He took off the robe and lay face down on the bed.  He was not used to lying naked on a bed with a young lady standing over him and he started to flush with embarrassment.

The muscular young lady then poured hot oil on his back and started kneading.  And Joe started to relax.  She was good, very good.  Very strong hands.  

But at no point did she make any effort to close the door.  Whether this was because she was claustrophobic, or to make sure there were no accusations of hanky-panky Joe don't know.  So everybody that came into the changing room could peek in.  Joe was acutely conscious of people moving around in the changing room, of footsteps approaching the door, of the door opening and somebody coming.  Oh my God, he looked round, it was Molly.  This had been her little plan, get him naked on the massage table, and then come to have a good look.

Why didn't the masseuse chuck her out, he thought, surely he wasn't there for spectators.  But then he realised.  He had come with Molly; as far as the masseuse was concerned she was his partner, somebody who had a right to be there.

Joe cringed at the idea of Molly watching his bare buttocks being slapped, but his nakedness and her admiration of his body was rather arousing at the same time.  He felt his cock begin to swell and stiffen.  Oh no!  How embarrassing, but what could he do about it.

"Tournez" said the masseuse slapping his buttocks - indicating that he should turn face up.

With horror Joe realised that he was going to have to turn over and show Molly his half erect penis.  She was going to see his penis, live, in the flesh, close up and there was nothing he could do about it.  Molly had manipulated the situation again, and she was going to get a grandstand view.  Reluctantly and as nonchalantly as he could manage he turned over.  He looked at his cock.  The masseuse looked at his cock.  Molly looked at his cock.  Joe flushed bright red; it was even bigger and stiffer than he had thought.

The masseuse looked at Molly and smiled.  Joe knew just what the masseuse was thinking - nice cock, lucky girl that!  He wished the floor would open up and swallow him he was so embarrassed. Molly just gaped.  This was it.  She'd done it!  She had her boss lying stark naked in front of her, showing her his cock and his sexual arousal.  She looked at his cock again.  It was lovely, just the right size, and lying over to the side to display his balls.  Rather flushed herself she could feel the moisture between her legs and her own arousal suddenly intensify, the urge to see to herself grew uncontrollable, and with a sudden, "Excuse me!" she rushed out.

At least Joe felt able to relax now and enjoy the rest of the massage.  When it was over he regained his robe and crept out.  He looked round.  She was nowhere to be seen.  He was so embarrassed at the possibility of seeing her again that he tried to think of somewhere to hide.  In the sauna!   That was it.  It was compulsory to be naked in the sauna and he somehow knew that Molly had no intention of getting naked.

He crept through to the sauna suite.  There was a shower room at the entrance to the sauna to shower the oil off before going in.  Joe slipped off his robe and jumped under the shower.   The shower was open, just a shower head on the wall - no cubicles or anything.  Joe turned the water on.  It was freezing cold and he let out a little shriek of surprise.  Molly, now a little less flushed after her time on her own, had been looking for him without success, but she heard the little shriek and knew who it was at once.  She went into the shower room, and there he was, showering naked, and this time she did get to watch.  She had caught Joe in the process of soaping his boy parts and he found himself caught in the act of squeezing his bare balls just as Molly came in.  There was nothing he could do about it, she was watching him showering naked and he just had to get on with it, rubbing the soap carefully into his balls.  Fortunately for him the sight of Joe massaging his balls so affected Molly that she felt the urge for a further moment of privacy and dashed out again.  Joe shook his head.   What was she doing?

Taking advantage of her absence he dashed into the sauna.

Joe sat down in the sauna, it was hot, and he'd forgotten to bring his towel so the wooden slats of the seats felt hot on his bottom.  He breathed deeply.  He was safe for the moment.  He waited five or ten minutes and then a man and a woman came in, flung down their towels and sat opposite him.  The woman seemed to want to get the hot air flowing over her private parts as she opened her legs nice and wide.  The seat at the other side was higher up than at Joe's side so that his eyes were on a level with, well with everything.  He didn't quite know where to look.  It seemed to be rude to look straight ahead, but on the other hand it seemed a bit obvious to look everywhere except straight ahead.  In the end the only option seemed to be to go and leave them alone.  He had a sneaking suspicion that had been the object of the exercise in the first place.

He went back into the shower room to reclaim his robe.  It wasn't there.  There wasn't any robe there; the other couple must have come through just wearing their towels.  Had somebody taken it by mistake or had Molly taken it not by mistake.  He rather suspected the latter.  There was nothing for it in any case but to try to sneak back to the changing room and grab another one.  He looked carefully out the door and started to pad softly through the empty Salle de Repose, he was half way across when he heard voices, including Molly's coming from the opposite direction.  You will remember that at the end of the salle de repose there was a large cold plunge pool, mounted on some stone steps.  It seemed to Joe to be a place of safety in his current naked state and he ran up the steps and leapt into the pool.  Just in time, for Molly came striding into the room carrying his robe followed by the muscular masseuse carrying the urn of peppermint tea.  She waved to Joe.  He waved back.  She wasn't going to come and bring him his robe, and somehow he didn't like to ask her for it.  What was he to do?  He was already getting cold in the plunge pool but more people were coming into the room to partake of the tea and he was embarrassed at the idea of suddenly emerging Venus like stark naked from the pool.  But there was nothing for it.  It was that or freeze to death.  He decided to make a dash for it.  He leapt out of the bath and on to the top stone step.  Somewhere during the evening he had forgotten the warning about the rubber flip-flops and the slippery floor.  Wherever his flip-flops were, they weren't on his feet now.  As soon as he put his foot on the ground it went sliding from under him and he felt his bare bum bouncing on each step in turn as he descended the steps to the bottom.

The masseuse rushed over and helped him to his feet.

"Lie down on the bed", she ordered while she took the opportunity to look him over.  Joe felt bruised, his balls seemed to have landed on something hard and he was sure they'd be black and blue.  He looked round.  The people in the room had gathered round, Molly at the fore, to witness the examination of his balls.  But when he looked down there what Joe saw made him go bright red with horror.  He had been in the cold water for fifteen minutes.  His balls had gone all wrinkly and his cock had shrivelled to the size of a frankfurter sausage.  

He looked up at Molly.

"Well the water was cold", was all he managed to say.

"Never mind I got a great picture ", said Molly, holding up the little camera that she had gone to fetch.  I'll make sure that I explain to the girls that you shrunk in the wash.

As she looked down at him lying naked in front of her she felt herself naked under her robe, she felt her nipples harden again and rub against the rough towelling cloth, she felt the moisture between her legs.  Oh My God!  She would have to go and get relief.

Joe lying there gently rubbing his painful balls wondered where she had dashed off to again.  Molly was sitting in a cubicle, her legs apart, seeing to herself with intense satisfaction.  She wondered why it was so intensely arousing, seeing her boss naked.  Then she realised, it wasn't just that she had seen him naked, though that was arousing enough, it was that she had made him do it.  He really, really hadn't wanted to do it, and she had made him.  It was this sense of power that was so aphrodisiacal, the knowledge that she could make him do what she wanted.  She gasped with satisfaction.  That was good, and there was more fun still to be had.  She still had the pictures and she still had the power.


