“I still don’t understand why I needed to come with you.” The wife said, walking into the car service center with her husband. The dingy waiting room had all the comfort of an abandoned morgue. There was a flickering fluorescent light overhead, promotional tool posters on the walls, and a gray metal bench wedged between two stacks of snow tires. It smelled of used motor oil and impending foreclosure.

“How can I help you?” The young man behind the counter asked.

“I made an appointment,” The husband said. “…for a minor service. I received a holiday promotion for the Seasonal Adjustment Special.”

“Ah, very good.” The young man replied, letting his eye drift over to the wife and then back to his computer. “That includes a Standard detailing finish.” He struck a few keys on the old keyboard. “For just a couple dollars more you can upgrade from the Standard to the Deluxe finish. Would you like to do that today?”

Uhg, men and their obsession with car detailing. The wife thought to herself, rolling her eyes. Suckers for the upsell, every time. So predictable.

“I think…” the husband glanced at his wife while he pondered the cost / benefit implications. “…yea, we’ll go for the Deluxe finish.” He was pretty pleased with that decision. She let out a sigh of exasperation.

“Very good.” The young man continued. “If you sign these release forms, we can start right now. It will only take about an hour. You can come back later, or you can take a seat and wait right here.” He gestured to the metal bench. The wife groaned with displeasure. The husband signed the release forms and handed over the car keys. He sat down on the grey metal bench, and started browsing his phone. The wife watched him sitting there, irritated that this was how she was going to spend the next hour of her life.

A door labeled Employees Only opened and a woman appeared, wearing a clean version of the company uniform. She snapped her chewing gum, looked over the tops of her glasses, and caught the wife’s attention.

“Hey hun, I know it’s gross out here, you wanna come back and wait in our break room? It’s much nicer. I can get you something to drink if you’d like.” Her charm was inviting, and the wife quickly followed her in search of better accommodations.

“One more question.” The young man asked the husband. “Any preference for the scent? Vanilla? Pine? Fresh Mint,”

“Fresh Mint sounds good.” The husband said.

“Good choice.” The young man replied. “Fresh Mint has been very popular this month, what with the holidays and all. She’ll be ready in about any hour.”

The chewing gum girl led the way down a narrow hall to a dark room.

“Sorry. The light switch is on the other wall, just a second, hun.” She said walking into the darkness.

Before she could figure out what was happening, the wife felt multiple hands on her body, securing her arms, and holding her head still. Then a rubber mask was pressed against her face and the details started to fade.

The lights may have turned on at some point, she was not really sure. She just watched as her clothing moved away from her body. Some pieces went up and some pieces went down. The clothing moved so slowly she could not even hear them. The other people floated around her, following the clothes until they came to rest on the walls, like the holiday decorations one would see adorning a hospital operating room. She looked up at the ceiling, amazed by the patterns of things and shapes, all fitting together so well, and at the same time not doing anything.

The crew of eight got to work quickly knowing the gas would wear off soon. They swarmed around her in a well rehearsed dance, each with a specific task to accomplish like the pit crew of a Formula One race.

The patient was stripped and positioned on the table. Clothing was hung on hooks, except for her underwear. The size was noted before tossing them in the trash. Her wrists were secured to the ends of the outstretched arm boards, followed by additional bindings at her forearms. Her feet were set into stirrups, and straps were tightened at ankles, below her knees, and mid thighs.

A motor spun and the table raised up to a comfortable working height for the crew.

The stirrups were adjusted higher and outward to provide better access. Seated on a rolling stool between her legs, one technician began to wipe down the area, followed by applying a lubricating lotion to her anus. They rolled a low cabinet under her, with a built-in catch basin on top, and a retractable closed loop irrigation snake. They applied lube to the first 12 inches of the snake, and carefully inserted it into the patient’s rectum. At 3 inches in the pumps were switched on and a throbbing hum emanated from the conjoined in-wash and evacuation hoses. After a few moments the snake was slowly worked in another 9 inches, and then fixed in place. The pulsing flow of water could be heard coursing through the hoses.

A nasal cannula tube was placed at the entrance to her nostrils. In a few minutes, when she came to her senses, this tube would provide just enough nitrous oxide to keep the patient relaxed and carefree.

Two masseuses stepped up to her, one on each side. Starting at the thighs, they administered warm oil and began to knead the thigh muscles up and down. Unlike a massage on a flat table, the stirrups and knee supports provided more access. The masseuses worked all around the thighs, inside and out, front and back.

A small sink hinged up underneath the headrest. With warm water and sweet scented shampoo, a technician began working the suds through her hair and massaging her scalp. A warm wash cloth was draped across her eyes, both for comfort and to keep them closed.

Another person approached her face, wielding a water pick dental sprayer and a suction straw. With the pressure on low they pulled back her lips and began to trace their way around the patient’s teeth, massaging the gums, and tracing up and down each crevice between teeth.

Someone carefully unscrewed the barbells from the patient's nipple piercings and placed them in an ultrasonic cleaner. They gently rolled the nipples, flexing the piercing holes and bringing the nipples to attention. They held small cups of warm saline to the nipples allowing them to soak for a minute. After patting dry, they returned to rolling them with vitamin E and aloe, making sure the nipples and the tissue behind the areolas were properly worked and invigorated.

The leg masseuses worked their way down to the calves, adding more oil as they went. They removed one strap at a time as they worked their way down, replacing it after they had passed.

The technician on the rolling stool lathered the pubic hair around the patient’s vulva. They proceeded to shave a narrow pathway, about a half inch wide, just outside the labia, up and over the clit, and down across the perineum. They left the rest of her bush intact, to the sides of her inner thighs and up over her mons. Just the immediate perimeter around her creases and folds were now smooth as glass. After wiping away the shaving cream they applied warm wash cloth after warm wash cloth to the region, warming and hydrating the skin.

The nipple technician expanded their work area out to encompass the entire breast. Circling around, pressing and drifting into the full mass from all sides. They worked from deep down on the sides as well as up the sternum and to the collar bones. The entire chest was now included.

The patient was transitioning from the sedation of the gas to the effects of the nitrous oxide. She let out a few mumbled sounds with a hint of laughter. The team emphasized the relaxing aspects of their treatment, causing the patient to remain still and enjoy the many sensations.

The seated technician removed the warm cloth and placed a clear plastic cup, shaped and sized to fit over her vulva. The shaved pathway allowed the cup to form a tight seal around the edge, and a gentle suction held the cup in place. This was not the extreme pumping seen in porn videos where the labia swells up puffy like a balloon animal. This was a gentle suction, encouraging an increased blood flow to the region. The skin gently stretched outward, giving the erectile tissue inside the room to naturally engorge. There was a faint plumpness to the area, with a little more color than before.

The two masseuses, having finished a full reflexology tour of her feet, repositioned themselves to the shoulders. Their next pass was the length of the arms, finally landing on her hands. They lingered on the hands for a few minutes, stroking and twizzling each finger.

The closed loop irrigation was nearing its completion. The technician monitored the clear evacuation tube while keeping an eye on the various dails and indicator lights. When the flush out was complete they turned off the pumps. They slowly rotated the snake back and forth as they eased it out inch by inch. They wanted to let the colon close down naturally, and give every opportunity for any remaining water to come down and drain away.

The anesthesiologist signaled to the team that they were going to start reducing the current nitrous feed. Over the next 20 minutes it would slowly reduce down to zero.

The shampo and rinse was complete. During the conditioner stage the tech started using a brush to work through the patient’s hair. There was not a tangle to be found after the final rinse. Quietly, warm air was now fed through a hose to the handle of the hair brush. The patient only felt a warm brushing motion as the hair slowly dried. Another steamed towel was draped over her eyes, keeping them closed, and reinforcing that relaxing spa sensation with which she would wake up.

The masseuses worked their way back to the shoulders and chest, applying their warm massage oil to her breasts and abdomen.

At the 10 minute mark, when the nitros was down to 50%, the patient started becoming aware of the specific stimulations around her body.

A manicurist set up at each hand and at each foot. They gently filed the edges of her nails, and buffed the surfaces until they shined just like a clear coat.

As the irrigation snake finally slid out of her rectum, the tech was ready with a glove and a well lubricated finger. They slid the finger inside her and gently rolled their wrist, applying the ointment to the full interior as far as the finger could reach. This was a calming salve, designed to relax the nerves and the muscles. It also contained the minty fresh scent as requested by the client. It provided only a mild minty tingling around the wrinkly pucker, where her inside membranes met the outside air. Mostly it provided that clean fresh aroma which would linger around her for the next 24 hours like a magical aura. It would deliver a more intense olfactory experience to anyone lucky enough to be working in close proximity to her sparkly clean starfish.

A few drops of concentrated fresh fruit juice were teased on her parted lips and tongue. The flavors and citric acids triggered her saliva glands into action, wetting her mouth with natural moisture.

The hair, now dry, was being styled as per the photo examples provided when the reservation was made. The two masseuses expanded their range of motion lower to include the lower stomach and the insides of her thighs. They were getting closer and closer to an area she wanted them to touch. The seated technician turned off the suction and carefully removed the vulvic cup. The masseuses crept closer to her center with every pass, sliding their finger tips down either side of her clit, and along the full length of her folds. What would usually be thought of as a rather embarrassing and awkward position for stirrups was currently the perfect amount of leg support and openness. She was now subconsciously rolling her pelvis to match the motion of their hands between her legs, even though she did not fully know what was happening.

As the pedicure finished a new lacy panty was slipped over her feet and up her legs. She didn’t even notice the stirrups being lowered or the limb straps being removed. A strong group of hands raised her up to a sitting position as her bra and shirt were repositioned. She felt her sandles sliding on to her feet and upon standing up discovered they had also managed to replace her pants without her noticing. A gentle, feminine touch removed the silk eye mask from her face and all she saw in the dim light was the chewing gum girl, looking over her glasses, and smiling at her. The rest of the team had vanished.

“How are you feeling, luv?” The chewing gum girl asked as she took the woman’s hand and lead her toward the door.

“I,… I can even explain it.” She whispered in a dreamy voice. “I feel… great. I’m relaxed, and… loose, and… just want to…”

“No worries, luv. You may have dozed off for a few minutes.” Chewing gum girl led her down the hall and opened the door to the waiting room. The wife saw her husband sitting on the metal bench, waiting for her. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to get with him so badly.

“Ok sir, we're all done.” The young man behind the count handed the car keys back to the husband. “We changed the fluids, oil, and filter. Lubed up the chassis, and regreased the gaskets. We vacuumed, washed, waxed and polished. Clean as a whistle. Should be purring like she was brand new.”

“Thank you.” The husband said exchanging a knowing wink of appreciation with the young man.

The husband stood and offered his arm to his wife. She eagerly took it and they walked out the door. All she could think about was the pleasant tingling in her nipples from her barbells, and a deep throbbing ache in her core that she desperately wanted him to fill as soon as they got home.