Explore the Midtown Spa on your own.

From Create Your Own Story

"Um, I think I'll be good on my own," you say. "You go have some fun."

"Sure." The Italian gives your ass a quick squeeze before he passes through the far door. You take a couple of minutes to settle your nerves, and then follow through the same doorway into a hallway, which has numbered doors down one side, and two labeled doors on the other. The signs read: Steam Room, then Hot Tub, and then you see an open doorway with wet tiled floors you assume leads to the showers, given the noise of spraying water you hear.

You look further down the hallway, and you see an otter-type in a towel standing near the entrance to the showers, where he has a view through the furthest door - which, you realize, is probably room number 7, where the gray haired delivery man said he'd leave the door open. The Italian is beside him, and the two are rubbing at each others chests, and looking into the open room. You don't see the gray haired man or the blond at all, but the otter is a pleasant sight; just enough hair on his chest, and lean muscles. Yum.

You walk slowly past doors one, two, and three, and then you notice that door number four is open. You catch a brief glimpse of a man lying on a cot as you step by, and your eyes widen. He is built like a professional wrestler, with a huge chest, massive shoulders, and arms bigger than most men's thighs. He stares out into the hallway, meeting your gaze for a brief moment, and holding a massive dick in one hand, which he is leisurely stroking.

You...

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