There's no such thing as a "wholesome" men's spa... I can say that with certainty.
This is the story of my girlfriend, who wanted to start a part-time job at a men's spa because she was attracted by the good hourly wage. Of course, I strongly objected, but she persisted... so I reluctantly agreed for one month, on the condition that she would quit immediately if anything inappropriate happened.
Feeling uneasy, I impulsively slipped a voice recorder into her bag.
What I heard was persistent negotiation for sex... her inability to refuse properly... and then I heard rustling and rubbing sounds, ragged breathing, and sweet moans...
"This isn't that kind of place... please put your hands down..."
"Mmm... I have a boyfriend... no..."
"Ah... there..."
"No!... Ah... it's... inside... I'm... cumming...!"
Ah... it's no good. I don't even need to see to know. She's been brought to orgasm multiple times and he's ejaculating inside her.
I bet she's using those big breasts to do some kind of shady stuff... I guess that's to be expected... I hate her for coming back acting like nothing happened, completely unaware that her cuckolding sex has been exposed...