<div class="floatleft">(http://imageserver.moviepilot.com/936full-amy-adams-amy-adams-vs-gal-gadot-lois-lane-vs-wonder-woman-who-will-come-out-on-top-in-batman-vs-superman.jpeg?width=936&amp;height=1257)<br/></div>A day off was a novel concept for Magnolia; someone far too used to working long days at a company she'd as soon call her baby as she did either of her twin daughters. She built it from the ground up, and that pride showed itself in everything she did. Maggie was driven; perhaps to a fault. She did not fail. It just wasn't even an option to be up for consideration. The pursuits of perfection and success were the two foremost in her mind. So why on earth did it feel like there was failure in something that should have been easy? An area of her life that, granted, waned after the honeymoon stage due to business as usual, she couldn't understand why it had become increasingly difficult to find the time to reconnect with the one man who had managed to work his way into her life.<br/><br/>A deep sigh fell from plush lips as she gave herself a gentle shake. It was fine. Everything would be fine and tonight? She had every intention of not only rekindling that flame but making it rage until that fire licked at the clouds of heaven and those pearly gates. A day at the spa had her nerves relaxed, her body massaged, her quim waxed. She'd had her hair done, make-up applied, nails painted a fire engine red, fingers and toes. She even had an outfit at the ready for the night waiting for her at home and a little surprise to hide beneath it, if all went as planned and her sweet husband couldn't help himself but to strip her bare and find what lay beneath for him. She had every intention of making sure that would be executed.  She missed that intimacy that was more than just a kiss goodnight followed by a kiss good morning. Maggie wanted more. She needed more. With a body that had men drooling wherever she went, it just wasn't possible that he didn't find her attractive anymore. She hasn't let herself go - she took too much pride in her appearance. But she couldn't stand by and watch the two of them be left unfulfilled.<br/><br/>Maggie was excited and actually looking forward to the evening, even with that cloud looming overhead, that niggling feeling that balled up in the pit of her stomach that told her tonight would end up like every other night she tried to plan before this - cancelled and with her all dressed up with nowhere to go and a subsequent martini in hand.<br/><br/>The spa she attended had strict rules of no cell phones. Most members were forced to leave them at the door. Spa policy. But with a few Benjamins crossing easily greased palms, she was granted permission to leave it in the changing room with her other belongings. She felt good. No, she felt better than good. She felt<em>fantastic</em>. The attendant held her things and handed them to her one at a time. A pair of black lace panties was the first to slip up those lightly sun-kisses legs, long lengths, slender but not without substance and strength, to settle at the apex of them, fingertips running the smooth pads along the edge of the waist to settle them into place. She reached for her bra next, shrugging into it, hooking the closures at the back she leaned forward and gave ample breasts a gentle shimmy to settle them into the cups, soft tissue piled high to accentuate her cleavage and the voluptuousness of that curve.   Settling herself to sit on the bench she motioned for the attendant to hand her the  pair of silk thigh highs that she rolled up long , perfectly smooth and glistening legs, one at a time, pulling the lace tops to settle high on her thighs, the thick band that would peek at the hem of her skirt once she'd donned it was lined with a bit of rubber to help them stay up. It was when she rose to her feet and plucked the shirt from the attendant that she heard her phone vibrate, sat atop the wooden slatted bench. With furrowed brows and a sudden sinking feeling she picked up the<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">phone</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.vipluxuryphones.cn/images/vertu/Ascent%20Ti%20Gold%20Fine%20Leather/w_main.jpg)</div></div>, turning it over with practiced precision to see the number and name that popped up on the sapphire display. Before she was answering she was shaking her head.<br/><br/>"Malcolm...yes... Oh? You don't say, huh? Late again. And what exactly is he working on?" A bitter laugh rang from her lips. "You're not at liberty to say? You do know who I am right? Mmhmm good. No. No message for him." There was no thank you and no goodbye as her thumb pressed the end call button and fingers gripped her phone in silent rage. Her jaw worked as teeth clenched and eyes closed to fight back the anger that roiled in her veins. "That son of a..." She took a deep breath. All the work she had put into this. The hours of trying to relax, trying to look absolutely perfect for<em>him</em>and<em>again</em>she was being met with disappointment. Nostrils flared as fists fell clenched to her side and she forced herself to concentrate on counting silently in her head, waiting for the initial haze of fury to clear. Suffice to say? She was livid. And it showed as clear blue eyes were revealed beneath a dark fan of lashes and she turned towards her now fidgeting attendant, shrugging one arm into her shirt she handed off her phone, pausing a moment with furrowed brows and a suddenly impish cast overtaking her features.<br/><br/>"Do me a favour doll?" Maggie donned the sweetest smile she could muster but even that held a wickedly impish cast to it. Taking back her phone with haste, she clicked the buttons until the camera was activated and handed it back to the attendant. "Take a picture for me," it wasn't a request; her tone was dripping with authority while a not-so-foreign but certainly old and almost forgotten thrill made her heart beat faster in her chest. The attendant stared back at her, unmoving for a moment while Maggie took up a seductive stance, tossing her hair a bit, tugging the shoulder of her shirt and bra down to bare more skin, arching her back to accentuate her perfect pert little rear. "C'mon then I don't have all day!" She snapped her fingers and the attendant jumped, shaken from her stupor and momentarily lapse of stupidity. Fumbling awkwardly with the phone she clicked the button and handed it back to Maggie with flushed cheeks. "For someone used to seeing people naked you're certainly a shy one," she snorted a short laugh as she took a look at the picture and smiled to herself, her lips tugging into a playful curve. "Let's see if he can resist this, hmm?" With one hand on her hip and her shirt all askew, she tapped the buttons rapidly, lacquered nails in frenzied flight.<br/><br/><em>Are you sure you want to pass </em><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">this</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f3/38/6c/f3386c95569839edfff5887a7a8b2906.jpg)</div></div>up?[/i]