Lurlene gasped in anticipation as the girl slid cool hands up her foot to the back of her calf, the lotion sliding slowly over Lurleen's soft skin. Lurlene's head fell back, her breath coming in small gasps, her heart pounding.

The girl smiled and moved nearer to Lurlene's inner thigh, her breath getting closer and closer to the the softest part of her. The warm water swirled around them, and Lurlene focused on the girl's beautiful face, as the girl rubbed faster and faster, again and again. Lurlene began to feel herself falling away from the world, into a malestrom of emotion, mirroring the hot throbbing sensation of the whirling water. 

The girl turned to her companion working on the woman in the next chair and said in Vietnamese, "Does this fat woman never exfoliate?" 

 "You should have this idiot," said her friend. "She asked me what it was like to be an 'Oriental' in America. I didn't even bother to tell her I was born in New Jersey, much less point out she was comparing me to a fucking rug." 

 "I hate this job!" said the girl. "When I graduate from college, I'm going to tell Frank he can suck it. I also don't like it that he only hires Asians who 'look Vietnamese.' His words. What an ass." 

"I heard he knows people, if you know what I mean," said the other girl. "I'd be careful what I say."

 "Oh, please," the girl with the beautiful face replied. "Don't stereotype. Just because he's got Italian ancestry doesn't make him part of the mob." 

"Whatever," said her friend. 

Lurlene continued to float on a sea of ecstacy. She wondered what they were saying and then thought some more about what she should make Fred for dinner, while losing herself in the hot, steamy water.