A young girl recounts her experience of getting a spa treatment with a man. (1)

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I've recently read a lot of articles about women's spas, and I never thought I'd get to try one myself.

Last weekend, my friend Xiaoya and I went to a spa called Pang's Beauty and Body Center in our area. We're regulars there, but usually for waist and facial treatments, so we were completely unprepared for the spa experience described below.

It was the weekend, and we'd just gotten back from the beach. After a long day in the sun, I felt itchy and uncomfortable. So, at the center, we went straight to a facial. Afterwards, it was already past 11 pm. Xiaoya's boyfriend had gone to Guangzhou, and she was having a crazy, high-energy time, with a strange feeling of missing him. She knew the beautician who did her treatment, so they chatted easily. That evening, the beautician recommended a classic spa oil treatment, mysteriously telling us it was a new service launched just a few days ago. The price wasn't expensive either—300 yuan for a full body treatment, plus a free steam bath. Intrigued, and thinking we had nothing else to do, we agreed without really thinking it through.

Then we were taken to the fourth floor, which was strange; we'd only ever been to the third floor before. I'd never noticed there was a staircase to the fourth floor. There were about ten spacious private rooms, and of course, a steam room. We rushed to shower amidst cheers. The staff outside the shower room were very attentive; they even smiled and handed us towels while listening to our screams. We walked out covered with towels. There was a little mishap here: I'm petite, and I had to change into two robes before they were barely fitting—they felt a bit loose. Luckily, the robes were made of silk and cotton, so they were quite comfortable.

Then we followed the waitress into the private room. Once inside, I realized the environment could only be described as luxurious. Soft music played, the lighting was dim, and the spa bed was huge—much wider than the small beds I used to have for back treatments. Then the waitress asked if I had any acquaintances for spa treatments. I was confused; hadn't I just said it was my first time? Why was she asking this? I blurted out number 6, a decision that would later surprise me greatly.

Two or three minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and a man came in. I was startled and quickly sat up, asking him if he had the wrong room. His answer surprised me. "I'm number 6. Can I give you a spa treatment?" Wow... I never expected to find a male masseur in a small place like ours. Looking at him more closely, he was thin, like a high school student. I wanted to ask for a girl instead, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. My heart was pounding, I was so conflicted. But I decided against it; this was probably the boldest decision I'd ever made. Looking at the guy again, he had dark skin and was fairly good-looking, but not exactly handsome. It seemed okay, and I felt a little more at ease.

After lying down, I watched him skillfully pour three kinds of oil into a large dish, swirling it around until it turned a pale white color. It smelled wonderful. I asked him what brand of essential oil it was, and he said it was from Hong Kong, but I couldn't remember the brand. My heart was pounding so hard; I had a strong urge to run away. After preparing the oil, he asked which area I wanted to start with. I closed my eyes and said it was my first time and I didn't know the proper etiquette. He chuckled and gently told me that the spa treatment was a full-body care, but assured me that he was the most highly rated masseur this month. I thought to myself, whatever you say, I'm already here. At worst, I'll lose my temper and yell at him, then leave.

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