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‘Hawaii is perfect for a business team exercise.’

That’s what he’d been told as he received the boarding tickets. No private jet, no flying, only the old methods. That was said to be the charm of it.

Of course, he’d asked if his partner could join. Company visit, company dime. If he wanted to invite his partner, he would have to pay out of pocket.

He asked if he could not go there, and there he was told his ‘future’ would be questioned.

Then he asked if he could try to fly there himself. It was an effort, but he had done worse. No, they told him he had to board with the company.

And so… That’s why Daniel was sitting at a bar, sipping drinks with a floral collar around his neck. Luckily, drinks were on the company account at the hotel, and so, he had all the opportunity to sip, take a piss, and sip again while watching the lobby from afar.

The older Shark, with his Hawaiian shirt, flip-flops, and shorts, was definitely too old to keep up with the group of junior analysts eager to prove themselves to HR.

Plus, there was Amanda, a woman in her 40s, and carrying her pink tote bag. The HR lead who’d refused his accommodations. Her fake smile with those excessive wrinkles was definitely something he’d rather not watch while at the resort.

To avoid her, he feigned being sick. Then, once they were done coddling him, he flew out the window to go to the bar. Now, it was only a waiting game before she strutted away and took everyone on the bus to a convention center. She promised them group exercises to reinforce group cohesion and team spirit, after all.

“Ugh,” Daniel grunted and spat the straw, the glass empty as he turned and waved the company card at the barman to get another glass. Drinking wasn’t the solution to his worries.

He received another soft cocktail. Soon after, the bearded Shark noticed the group leaving the lobby… Leaving him behind in the entire resort. With… Everything to do and all the frustration.

In a way, he was like a kid abandoned in a house with a fridge full of greasy food and nobody to stop him from enjoying himself. And that’s what the old Shark did.

He was getting old and fat. But it didn’t mean he couldn’t do any activities like the fatsoes spending their days cooking on a towel. Plus, there was stuff he’d promised to do.

Swimming in the hotel pool and taking photos of the resort? Easy. Basic experience, even though other customers were watching him with a curious eye when he was near the nudist area.

Walking along the beachfront, entering the typical tourist-trap shops at the edge of the resort? He didn’t forget to take a card and a cup with a painted volcano before he brought them back to his room.

Collecting seashells? Tedious, but he’d promised to bring a collection.

It was all going great and all… Buuuut, there was an itch the old Shark had as he kept watching his phone and the messages. He was stuck far from home, far from his partner… Doing menial requests and trying to find stuff to do.

If he tried to leave the resort… It was possible he’d stumble upon his coworkers.

He considered another option while enjoying an ice cream, licking it as he peered at the old volcano. It loomed at the center of the island and was pretty far. Flying towards it? Bad idea; too many mutant restrictions were in place. He could even get shot at… But he was tempted.

Well, until he scratched his belly protruding from his open shirt and frowned.

“You’re too old for that shit,” he said.

“Someone is too old for something?”

The question came from another tourist. An old man, just like him. A human, though. He looked at the Shark, visibly unbothered, then Daniel shrugged.

“Someone is never too old to want to do something stupid,” he said, pointing his chin at the volcano.

“Climbing? It ain’t so stupid,” said the guy, unbothered as they stood in the middle of a food court. “But I’ve seen you wandering the resort like a lost soul. I was like you when my family left me behind. Maybe you should visit the spa.”

“The… Spa? Well, I don’t have a family or anyone with me.”

“Then you should try it. Take the door to the beach, and follow the building until you see the post.”

“I’m not sure a spa can solve my problem. But thanks for the tips.”

“I thought the same. But you’ll see, it is perfect. It’ll do you wonder.”

With a pat on Daniel’s arm, the human left without giving him a chance to ask for more.

Leaving Daniel puzzled, scratching his head… And definitely looking at the food court door.

“Couldn’t cost much, no?”

That’s what he told himself until he faced the ‘post’. The sign was clear: Naturist beach.

Perhaps the Human snickered at his prank, or he was really trying to help Daniel. Nevertheless, the old Shark frowned, his brows dropping as he looked around, then at the sign asking people to strip to accommodate the other beachgoers on the other side.

“Crap… They put us there?” he opened his shirt, folded it on his arms, and then pulled his shorts down without removing his flip-flops.

The Mutant’s genitals dropped, drawing many eager glances from the onlookers.

A naturist being naked wasn’t a surprise. A naked mutant was curious but not unnatural.

But a mutant with two penises and as well-endowed as Daniel? Well, he definitely looked like a snack as he strutted around, even hearing the snaps of cameras.

Then, the phone and his wallet in one hand, his clothes in the other… Daniel faced the… Spa.

A little building next to the hotel, with a hostess instantly beckoning him inside.

“Welcome, dear client. How can I help you?”

“Huh,” replied Daniel, surprised as he looked at the counter with the different ‘offers’ plastered on it. Sauna, Jacuzzi, they had it all. “You’ve got a lot of options.”

“Yes, sir. Do you want to do something in particular? We even offer exfoliating baths for our special customers. It is great for the scales, and they’re using natural oils.”

“Oh.”

She’d won him.

His eyes lit up as he looked at all the offers before settling on one choice.

“Can I get the complete package?” he asked, presenting his company card.

“Of course!” answered the Receptionist with the most sincere of smiles.

She probably hit her monthly target.

The card was returned a moment later. His clothes and wallet? Stored in a locker. Remained then his flip-flops as the old Shark was almost dragged from one stop to another by the workers.

Exfoliating bath with a floral scent.

A Jacuzzi with many massage options for his old bones.

The sauna, shared with a few men, was ideal for relaxing his muscles.

Warm shower with high-grade soap for scaly mutants.

They even handled his nails, clipping and filing them before they dipped his hands in a soothing bath. It was a soft, gooey solution, but it was divine while he had his face covered with a warm towel.

All the worries he had; all the frustration he experienced from the travel; even that damn HR and their stick-up rules. All melted away for the old Shark as he reached cloud nine.

He beamed with joy when they dragged him to the massage chamber. They helped him recline on a massage bed, passed his head through the hole.

And so, with his back exposed, his tail lifted, the Shark looked like a pile of putty.

“Are you enjoying your treatment, mister Garcia?” asked a masseuse, bending to look at him from under the table.

“Oh, yes… That’s great. I feel like I can fall asleep right now,” he rumbled.

“Glad to hear. But stay awake, your masseur will join you in five minutes.”

Five minutes? That wasn’t a problem.

The Shark felt weightless. All the stress knitting his muscles, all the tension that had made his chest hurt every so often. Even the constant gurgling of his stomach?

All was appeased, and it wasn’t only from the Matcha they regularly offered him.

Then, the door opened and closed.

“Hey… If I fall asleep, don’t take it back, okay?”

“Yes, the client is king,” answered his masseur, with a deep voice, before Daniel heard him grunt… And climb.

Climb?

The Shark was about to ask before he felt a pair of hands dig into his back.

The touch lulled him instantly. The soft pads, the oil applied to his rough scales in a circular pattern. His eyes closed instantly while the fingers went over the few scars on his back and delicately explored the healed muscles and bones.

It was better than re-education in that he wasn’t in pain, and he experienced the pop from his spine being pulled on.

“Yeah. Keep squeezing there. I can… Feel the knot,” mumbled Daniel, feeling like he was about to fall asleep.

The fingers were strong enough to dig into the scales and fat, squeezing through while not bothered by his hairy back. Where the masseur’s hands passed, the knots in the muscles were undone, and the Shark was like dough.

He melted in the masseur’s hands. Even his tail weakly wagged.

And if the masseur saw him wag his tail like a dog, it mattered not.

Daniel felt good. Happy, comforted. Not a worry, not a hint of stress. Only pleasure as he rumbled and felt the hands now going onto his neck.

His trapezius was always sore, but only now did Daniel experience it when the hands went on his nape, digging into it…

In the absence of pain, the Shark discovered how… Unpleasant his situation had been.

“Mister Garcia. We’re also offering a special massage for our VIP customers. Would you like to take the extra?”

“I paid for it,” grumbled Daniel, waving his hand. “Go for it.”

Usually, it would always take him hours in bed before he could fall asleep. The insomnia he had back home, with all the treatment? The constant check-ups with the doctors to see what could be the source of his sleeping troubles?

Maybe it was the job-related tension he felt. Because in the end he fell asleep.

When he reopened his eyes, Daniel grunted and sighed. He stretched his arms, then pushed on the bed to have one leg dangling from the bed… Then the others before he went back on his feet.

Sure enough, he felt some leftover tension over his body, mainly around his ass. But it didn’t matter as he stretched his back and yawned. Yet, as he looked around. No masseur. No one.

“Hmmrph… He must have left,” said Daniel as he scratched his chest and left the room, going right for the reception.

On the way, he saw a few smiles from the workers and then some curious glances from those overtaking him. Did he care? Not at all. He was too satisfied to bother. Too relaxed to ask questions as he went to the reception.

For a moment, he leaned against the counter while tapping his wallet against the counter, whistling and shaking his butt.

There were whispers around, and he could still feel some tension around his butt. Perhaps a lingering sensation of wetness from the oil massage.

“Mister Garcia. How was your treatment?” asked the Receptionist.

“Good,” replied the Shark, grinning. “I just wanted to check if I missed something. I fell asleep during the massage, and I didn’t see the masseur when I woke up.”

“Hum… Well, that happens,” replied the Receptionist, shrugging and typing on her keyboard. “But if you’re satisfied with our services, you can answer our survey.”

“Gladly!”

A few minutes later, Daniel handed over the filled-out survey and left.

Sure enough, he heard more whispers, and then he heard his name. He turned and looked at the receptionist, waving at him. He waved back at her, beaming.

“Ah. They’re so kind,” he muttered with a grin, bee-lining for the nearest bar.

It was already getting late. A look at his phone confirmed it was the end of the afternoon. His partner finally got the time to answer the messages with more questions.

Questions about how the food is and how the corporate exercises are… Then photos of a golden, scaly hand giving a thumbs-up in front of a turned-off computer, with the caption ‘Freedom!’

All endearing to the Shark. He went through each message, adding a little heart reaction as he leaned against the bar counter.

“A shot of whiskey,” he ordered. He still had one hour before the coworkers returned. In the meantime, the cheery Shark could get drunk. And for once, he was in an excellent mood.

In such a good mood, he even beamed when his phone rang.

“Hey, honey, how’s the vacation?” asked his partner sarcastically.

“Great! The personnel are deeply caring!”

Alas… That was the idea as he poured on thick about the Spa treatment.

He ignored the glances, the comments… Or the constant dripping behind him as he was bending over… Offering a curious view of the excited Masseur eating his ass all along.

The Red Panda hadn’t let go of the musky and sweaty posterior for his ‘special massage’.

And it seemed from the Masseur’s erection that he was looking to offer the old Shark another type of massage.