"Good Morning. Welcome to Tranquil Touch Spa."
Walking into the building, Miles was welcomed into a cozy reception area by the receptionist who was a lady in her late twenties with rather mid attributes.
His silent gaze took in everything as he nudged his tie and stepped forward.
"We offer Facials, Body scrubs, Steam bath,Hydrotherapy, Aromatherapy, Manicure & pedicure services… Which would you like sir?"
The receptionist heaved to catch her breath before concluding.
Seeing this, Miles awkwardly scrunched his nose with a faint smile.
"Actually, I'm here for an interview."
Sure enough, the lady's face went through an instant transformation after she froze.
"Oh, how may I help you?"
Forcing out a smile, she replied while inwardly cursing Miles.
"I was hoping you could help direct me to the Boss's office."
"There, the office at the opposite end of the corridor."
" Thank you." Miles nodded appreciatively and walked away. Of course he could feel her glare boring through him alongside a hiss.
There were five doors on each side of the corridor, each leading to a spa room with different specifications based on the door tag.
Upon reaching the last door which was an office, he stopped and took a deep breath.
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Last night, after careful consideration and a sudden flash of idea. Miles chose to unlock the Masseur talent. A talent that made him able to read the sore spots on a person's body and also identify which part needed his foremost attention with a sense of what to do. Coupled with his Blissful Hands ability, working at a Spa was the fastest way to farm Taboo Points.
'Shit, I'm about to explode with thrill.'
Keeping his face cool, Miles pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Upon entering, all Miles saw was an empty desk.
Click!
The soft click afterwards drew his attention to the left corner of the office, and he saw a defined lady in her mid thirties step through the door dressed in a Beige Wrap-Style Spa Uniform.
'Seems like I came too early.' Realizing that his soon to be employer has just finished changing, Miles realized his chances may have become thinner.
'I should have taken the time to learn about interviews.'
Steeling his guts, Miles kept his cool and casually followed her movement with his eyes.
The woman swept her dark blonde hair behind and threw a quick glance in his direction, before settling behind the desk and turned on the PC by the side.
She nodded and Miles took his cue to sit.
"So, you're Miles?"
She began.
"Yeah. Miles Sinclair."
Miles nodded, meeting her focused gaze with a casual temperament that seemed neither fazed or pressured.
"You're 17 and currently a junior in high school?"
This time her eyes turned cold, taking the minute change in his expression.
" Yes." Still meeting her gaze, Miles nodded with the same temperament.
"Tell me about yourself. What makes you think you can use my establishment to tick one of your perverted fantasies?"
The woman's face turned stern, ominously relaxing her back into the comfy chair but with a hawk -like gaze focused on him.
Seeing this…
"Well, I am Miles. I grew up in a family of six women, 5 sisters and a mother. I'm the sole son."
As expected the woman's face softened after hearing his narration.
A high schooler applying to work part-time as a masseur only meant one thing. A pervert, virgin who neither has a girlfriend nor associated with girls, wanting to find perfect goon materials.
But hearing Miles confidently say he grew up with 6 women removed him from that category.
Living in such a house, there was no way he hadn't bumped into many accidents and was used to conversing with girls. As a masseur this meant he could hold his own against a client.
'Although his face doesn't look bad. His frame doesn't fit the idea of what a masseur should look like. He looks more like a nerd.'
Truly, his body was a scrap of meat and bones. 0 abs, muscles and an imposing frame.
Miles already knew this, which is why he chose to take the initiative.
"I am also from an historical lineage of masseurs that served the England royal family for 2 centuries."
The woman stared at him with a skeptical look, obviously trying to hold back her laughter. But then after noting how dead serious he looked, decided to give it a second thought.
"Historical Lineage you say? Why are you here instead of a 5 Star Spa Centre?"
'Finally.' Relieved to the core, Miles revealed a smile. Seems like he was truly going to get this job.
"Exactly. I am here to refine my skills, not to be employed. If you choose to let me partner with you, my services for today will be free and I get to receive 10% for every client I work on."
Miles oozed with so much confidence in his words that the woman was left speechless. Her eyes became doubtful as she re-appraised him.
'Is this a joke or a prank?'
Seeing the doubt in her eyes, naturally Miles wasn't going to miss this chance.
"I know you're doubtful. Which is why I'm proposing to offer you my services firsthand and let you decide afterwards. Also if I'm a fraud, you can do anything you want with me. My family doesn't know I'm here."
Miles firmly stated, expressing he would leave at once if she didn't want to take the risk of trusting him.
'Gosh Grace, he's just a high schooler . How is he so deterrent?'
Feeling frustrated that she couldn't tell if Miles was lying, she resolved her mind and accepted.
"You can call me Grace. Follow me."
With that, she stood up from her seat and led Miles towards the door by the corner.