Shoulder-deep in one of the hot tubs here in the Mandalay Bay’s spa, I’m doing my best to relax after an insane three days in Vegas. I seem to be the only person in here today and it’s actually a little creepy. I pull myself out of the water, wrap a towel around my waist, and step into the dry sauna. Again, I am the only person to be seen, and I have to wonder if it is always this dead on a weekday in September. Maybe everyone is out at the pool?
I begin to dry out, so I grab a bottle of water and an iced towel and step into the steam room. I inhale the scent of eucalyptus and sit down on the lower shelf. As expected, I am the only person in here so I lean my head back against the upper step, down the bottle of water, and place the cold towel over my eyes.
The door opens after a few minutes but I don’t even bother to look. I assume it is just one of the spa employees but I can sense someone sitting down on the tiled shelf across from me. Trying to look casual, I remove the towel from my face so I can get a look: The guy is thin, Black, and probably in his fifties or sixties. He has a bald head and, in fact, the only hair he seems to have anywhere is a graying beard and a small patch of hair over his thick flaccid dick. He opens his eyes and notices me looking at him. I look up at the ceiling, feeling stupid, and try to relax again. Continue reading