NTR: Mommy Will Help You! 330. I Just Can’t Refuse the VIP Customers

In the city center stood a luxurious high-end shopping mall where all the rich and famous people frequented.

Inside on the seventh floor, a classy, elegant wellness center offered a variety of spa treatments such as massages, waxing, facials, manicures, pedicures, body scrubs, body wraps, and much more.

The entrance to the wellness center was spacious and well-lit. The interior was furnished with clean lines and earth tones, giving it a warm, tranquil atmosphere. There was a waiting area next to the front desk, where people could sit comfortably in large sofas or chairs while waiting for their appointments.

It was already past nine in the evening, yet the place still buzzed with activity. Many of its customers came for late-night appointments after working late hours in their companies or offices. And even if they didn't have appointments scheduled that day, they still dropped by because this place remained open till midnight every day of the week.

Most of their patrons consisted of women who enjoyed having luxurious spa treatments every now and then to unwind from their stressful lives. However, men didn't lack either; quite a few had been lured by the various massage services offered and were now regular customers as well.

In short, this place was where everyone who wished to take a break from life came to find comfort in the midst of hectic schedules, stress, and deadlines. It gave them peace of mind while still giving them the time and space needed to de-stress without any distractions whatsoever.

The entire place smelled of exotic floral aromas and had the relaxing sounds of soft music, soothing lighting, and air conditioning at comfortable temperatures, making the atmosphere warm and peaceful.

Inside the office of the spa center, a woman stood facing the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, looking out into the darkness beyond. She wore a dark green one-piece dress with a low back cut and a matching pair of high heels. Her long blonde hair was tied into a ponytail behind her head. And the dim light cast a soft glow upon her beautiful features.

It was Maya, Oliver's girlfriend and the owner of Maya's Wellness Center. She was staring out the glass windows, deep in thought. Her expression was pensive, melancholic even.

'When will I see you again?' Maya asked herself as she bit her lip hard, a hint of longing shining brightly from her big hazel eyes. 'My love, please come back soon...'

Suddenly, someone knocked on her door.

"Come in," Maya spoke, still staring out the windows with her back facing the door.

"Ma'am, there's a VIP customer requesting your service. What should we do?" a young lady in a white uniform asked softly. "We've checked, and it's their first time at the center in a year. But they've been renewing their membership every month without fail."

"Huh? Didn't I tell you to raise my service price to multiple times the original amount? It's already been five months since then. And there shouldn't be anyone who would still bother requesting my service at this point."

"Yes, ma'am. We did that, and no one requested your services again. But this VIP customer did. They even mentioned not coming for the past few months but still renewing the membership every time. So, it's hard to refuse them."

Maya sighed, frustrated by the unexpected situation. She wanted to remove her service entirely because she didn't want to continue providing these treatments to anyone else.

However, this was business. And her name was attached to this wellness center. It was part of the brand. Hence, she couldn't just remove herself from the equation.

That's why Maya thought of raising the service prices multiple times. Hoping to turn away all the customers without damaging the reputation of this business. And it worked, indeed.

Unfortunately, this VIP customer appeared out of nowhere. Requesting Maya's service at a much higher price, no less.

This left her at a crossroads—it would be too obvious to just say 'no' and refuse to treat them. But if she were to say 'yes,' she'd have to touch someone else again for the first time since she started avoiding everyone.

'I just can't refuse the VIP customers...' Maya sighed again. Then she looked back at her employee and said, "Fine. Bring them to the VIP room then."

"Yes, ma'am!" The employee gave a respectful bow. And immediately after that, she spun on her heel and exited the office.

A few minutes later, Maya walked through a series of white doors into the VIP room. It was a wide, spacious space, designed for private treatment sessions. The room itself was equipped with an oversized massage bed, an en-suite bathroom, a wardrobe for storage, a comfortable couch to relax on, and even a small mini-bar stocked with beverages.

As she entered, Maya saw that there was already someone waiting inside, dressed in only a white robe.

When the person realized that someone had entered the room, he turned around and faced Maya.

"Hello, Miss Maya. It's been a while, hasn't it?" The handsome middle-aged man smiled at her, his voice deep and magnetic. "How are you doing these days?"

The man's appearance was quite striking—his skin was a pale shade of white, contrasting with his jet-black hair, and he had striking dark eyes, almost obsidian, with an exotic vibe to them. His features were refined and well-sculpted. And his body seemed toned, fit, and lean.

His smile alone gave off an air of confidence and charm. And despite him wearing nothing but a robe, he carried himself with a poise and gracefulness befitting a nobleman.

At the sight of him, Maya immediately recognized who it was. "Hello... Mr. Lance. It has indeed been a long time. I thought you had moved abroad, though."

"Haha, yes. About that..." Mr. Lance paused and took a moment to look Maya over, drinking her in with his gaze. When he spoke again, his voice held a note of regret in it. "I guess it wasn't meant to be. Things didn't work out well over there, and I had to move back here."

Maya remained composed despite feeling his intense gaze roaming her figure. "I see. I'm sorry to hear that. Hopefully you'll have better luck with your next opportunity."

"Haha, thank you. Now then, shall we begin with your service? It's the same one as usual, please." Mr. Lance gave her another smile, though this time there was a hint of hunger in it.

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