Posted in Story: Fiction, Taglish | Categories: One Night Stand | Tags: spa, Spakol
"Jon, it's just a regular spa! Nothing funny happens there and it's 100% legit. Even girls go there! I'm fine, I promise. I'm just the receptionist. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch. Yeah, love you too. Mwah."
Weng ended the call and looked out the window. Of course, it wasn't a regular spa. It was a place where, for a few bucks, horny men can relax and be satisfied.
Weng had stopped college after two years. That was a year ago. Whenever her friends would ask, she would always be ready with her response.
"I'm taking a break to see my other options because let's face it, we really can't apply the things we learn in college in real life so why bother?"
She gave a sad smile as she remembered her own words. They didn't have money, that's why she stopped college. She just couldn't live with herself if they knew what kept her out. Weng was her block's public relations officer and was part of the cheerleading squad. Pretty, popular and smart. And in a school where image is everything, she couldn't keep up with the one she was showing.
Her boyfriend of one year, Jon, was just an accessory. Varsity basketball player, part-time model and all-around dumbell. If this was the movies, he'd be the token jock. They looked good together, sure, but beyond the good looks and great pictures, there was just nothing between them. He wasn't even a good fuck.
Today was going to be just like any other day she's had for the past eight months. Report to work at 12. Exchange flirts with men of all shapes and sizes. Count the money. Take a break. Repeat everything. It was no bank job but she got paid, nonetheless.
"Good morning, Weng! Aga mo ngayon ah." greeted, Elmer, the ever sweet roomboy.
"Hi, Mer! Oo nga eh, walang traffic sa C5. Nandyan na ba mga thera?"
"Si Colleen pa lang at si Pearl. After lunch pa daw dating nung tatlong newbie. Ganda ng hair mo ngayon, Weng."
"Sus, parang hindi ako nagpo-ponytail. Init kasi! Sige, check mo na lang mga room kung maayos. Nabanggit ni Maya na mahina daw aircon sa VIP 2."
"Yes, ma'am ganda!"
Weng sat on the chair and put down her bag. She fished a mirror from inside and looked at her reflection. A lot can happen to a girl in a year. Gone were the expensive lipsticks and eye shadows she had back in college, save for the few Jon would buy her every now and then. No more exercise as well. She bade farewell to her toned arms and abs six months ago. Her body looked like it was back in high school.
"Good thing I still have my ass and boobs." she thought sadly.
She put down the mirror and opened her hard plastic envelope. As she got the excel files she prepared the other day, she noticed that she still had the modelling profile card that the sleazy photographer made for her two years ago. She held it in her hands and stared at the picture.
"Rowena Jane Marcial. 35-29-34." she read aloud. "Ha! More like 38-34-38!"
She studied the picture closely. There were three different shots of her. Two small ones and one whole body shot. She was wearing a black cocktail dress, one that complimented her 35C breasts and amazing ass.
She closed her eyes to hold back the tears. Everything had changed when her asshole of a father left them for that bitch real estate developer.
"Ganda mo naman dyan, Ms. Weng! Akin na lang yan!"
She opened her eyes and saw Elmer smiling at her.
"Alam mo, Ms. Weng, swerte bf mo sa'yo. Maganda, matalino, mabait, sexy." Elmer continued.
Weng smiled but felt herself blush and quickly looked down on her desk in embarrasment. What Elmer said next made her look up.
"Alam mo, Ms. Weng, napansin ko simula ng nagtrabaho ako dito, ngayon lang kita nakitang ngumiti ng ganyan. Ayoko makialam pero feeling ko may pinagdadaanan ka. Lahat naman tayo mero. Pero kung bibigyan mo ako ng pagkakataon, paparamdam ko sayo na may mga bagay parin na nakakapagpalimot ng lungkot at makakabigay ng saya, kahit panandalian lang."
Weng locked eyes with Elmer for a few mom... Read More