"Welcome to the Spa, sir. How may I help you today?"

Wes eyed the options that the spa was offering. He wanted to be careful about what he wanted to get. But there were so many options they had to offer. Each would help make his image even more vain.

Wes is a handsome man with charming good looks he thought could get him anywhere. Which was proven useful many times with clubs, formal events, even exclusive parties for the popular. Dressed in a regular t-shirt, jeans, white socks, and blue tennis shoes, he was currently trying to swindle his way into getting a free spa day.

"Yes, I'll have a nice relaxing facial treatment, a soothing aromatherapy session, a much needed massage for my back, and a mud bath which I have heard is great for my skin."

"Okay, sir," the receptionist said before bringing up the total, "that will be... $397."

Wes gawked at the price before remembering something, "Oh, I have a coupon for a free treatment. Use the mud bath."

The receptionist took the coupon, read it and headed it back. "Sir, this coupon has expired."

Wes went agape at the claim. The coupon has expired?! He quickly read it before seeing it had expired yesterday for him. Just his luck. He mentally cursed himself before regaining his posture. Time to turn on the charm.

"Oh I'm sorry," he said in a seductive manner, "Perhaps you could chip off the price and make this on the house?" He flashed his pearly white teeth, hoping it would be enough.

The receptionist gave him a look before showing their hand with a ring.

Wes internally thought his plan had failed. That tactic usually worked but with married people it was a different story. "Well, I guess I will check with my card." He headed over to a bench, calculating a different plan to have a spa day.

While Wes was trying to think of an affordable spa treatment, the door slid open and a group of businessmen entered.

"Ah. Gentlemen," the receptionist greeted, "To what pleasure do we owe the pleasure?" The lead businessman spoke in a kind tone, "Hello. It's that time of year for us."

The receptionist chuckled, "The usual then?"

"Yes."

The receptionist begins to tally up what the businessmen get, "Alright. And as usual it's on the house."

That last part got Wes' attention. Businessmen get in for free? An idea began to creep into his mind and develop into a free spa day.

As soon as the businessmen left, Wes snuck away and headed to his apartment. Ready to dress the part

An hour and a half later, Wes returned, dressed in formalwear. He arrived in a bright blue three piece suit on top of his white dress shirt. A silver tie ran from his neck down to the waist of his shirt. Black dress socks and brown penny loafers covered his feet as he walked through the front door. And he even added a watch and a pocket square for detail. The suit itself was his personal favorite and if it was his ticket to getting a free spa day, he would use it to his advantage.

Wes made his approach to the same receptionist from before. The 'desperate' man hoped that they would not remember his appearance.

Strolling over, he introduced himself, "Hello there."

The receptionist looked up and made eye contact. Wes grew slightly nervous but was relieved when the receptionist just asked him a question.

"Hello, sir. I take it you are from the business meeting and in need of a nice relaxing spa treatment to ease out the stress?"

Wes replied, "Indeed, it is quite stressful when it comes to my department."

"I see. Well sir, I'm sure to give you a full spa day experience on the house. Hope you enjoy."

The receptionist pressed a button, causing the doors to the spa to open before Wes. The charming man flashed a smile and gave a quick thank you before entering the spa.

As he left, the receptionist watched him go...

Before rolling their eyes. Using a walkie-talkie, she communicated with someone over the line.
"Hey, it's me. Seems we have someone who thinks they could sneak into the spa for a free treatment."

The other line responded before the receptionist nodded their head in understanding, "I understand. Make sure he gets the full exposure."

...

"Ahhhh~" Wes let out as he relaxed in a hot tub. He had been exfoliated with a classic seaweed wrap and two sliced cucumbers on his face. Now he was relaxing with nice jets in the sparkling water.

Wes couldn't help but laugh as he managed to get a free spa day. All it took was for him to dress smartly and *BOOM*! Free spa day. The handsome man couldn't help but smile as he loved the lie he came up with.

This got him thinking, maybe he should dress smartly more often. Perhaps he would get more free stuff while looking dapper.

A ding echoed across the hot tub, signaling his time was up. Wes mentally frowned at the idea his relaxation was over but nonetheless exited the tub. Wrapping a towel around his waist, the brunette headed to the locker room where he changed back into his exquisite blue suit. He slipped his black sodden feet into his brown loafers before adjusting his silver tie. And finally he slipped his watch and pocket square back onto his person. All while thinking about his sneaky endeavor. He was about to leave the locker room when an employee blocked the exit.

"Hello, sir. Since you have had quite the stressful business meeting, the spa has decided to give you one more treat."

Wes secretly beamed at hearing that, "Well, tell the person who arranged that I am very thankful for that. Now just allow me to chan-"

"Oh, no need to change sir," the employee said in a hastily tone before catching themself, "I mean, you and your suit will be perfect for this treat."

Wes nearly raised an eyebrow at the idea but disregarded it. He followed the employee to a room where a bathtub was.

"Now sir, please sit in the tub."

Wes didn't have any arguments about the odd command and obeyed. He sat down with his legs in front of him. He noticed the faucet was directly over his lapels and waist but chose not to comment on it. Perhaps it was an aromatherapy session but that didn't make any sense to the brunette.

"We shall now begin," the employee said before twisting the handle. What came out was unexpected.

Wes was given no time to react as mud poured from the faucet. He was too flabbergasted and nearly shrieked at the wet composition hitting his lapels. The clay spluttered all over his suit and the employee didn't seem keen on explaining. Instead, the employee added to his torture by revealing the faucet to be adjustable which they did and splattered towards the vain brunette's face.

Wes didn't have time to react and a fountain of mud covered his handsome face. He could only close his eyes and hold his breath when the clay collided with his visage. The employee let it angle there for a few seconds then worked their way down his suit, staining his silver tie and blue jacket. Spurting it downwards, the worker got the blue slacks dirty followed by the black dress socks and brown loafers, even going as far to filling them with mud from the inside as they took them off. And it must have been really humorous to the employee as they sprayed mud directly on the brunette's head, getting mud in his locks.

Wes continued to have a horrified look as mud began to fill the tub and consume his suit. The slob nearly reached his neck and the brunette couldn't comprehend why this was happening to him of all people. After what felt like an hour, -which in reality was about a decent 20-30 minutes of getting all muddy- Wes was eventually relieved from being smothered but his expression did not portray the same sediments.

For starters, he looked like a walking mud monster, the opposite of his handsome appearance. He was dirty all over, his face coated in chunky earth while his hair was beyond saving. The blue suit had quite suffered the most. The blue jacket was no longer blue, now dirty rich mud brown stained the entire appeal. His silver tie collected its fair share as sludge reeked onto it. The rich white dress shirt was smothered from its exposure, brown now "woven" in with the white fabric. The blue slacks were like the jacket, damp, cold, and clinged to Wes' legs and undergarments. His black over-the-calf dress socks followed the same description minus the clinging part as the brunette could feel the mud seep through. And his brown loafers were now much darker brown, on the inside and out.

"How was it?" The employee asked only to receive a glare from Wes. The brunette slipped his loafers, doing his best to ignore the slimy feeling in them, and stood up with his glare still.

"You trashed my suit!" The 'victim' yelled but it didn't faze the worker. "Well, sir, our spa gives the best mud baths."

"I had already experienced one today and yes, you do," Wes admitted before replying with anger, "But this suit was expensive!"

"Oh. My apologies," the employee said, feigning in their tone that Wes didn't pick up. "Hope you can get back to your meeting in time."

"Errr... yes," Wes lied, not making eye contact with the worker. He carefully rose his muddy foot out of the tub before planting it on the wooden floor and repeated the same process with his other foot. The brunette stormed out, leaving muddy footprints as he did.

Wes ignored all the stares he got as he made his way to the entrance to leave. On his way, he passed by the receptionist who called out, "Thank you for coming!"

As the brunette stormed out, feeling gross with all the mud, the receptionist had a sly smile on their lips. 'Serves him right,' they thought.