I'm so glad I wasn't working the front desk yesterday!
This is secondhand, so bear with me.
Abdul, a young man who works as a coordinator (i.e. receptionist) at the front desk, described a phone call he took from a man who seemed bewildered and very disappointed that we offer no sex at our spa. He kept repeating, "No sex, no sex at all?"
Finally Abdul told him, politely, to go take a flying leap.
Shortly after that he had two gentleman walk in who wanted a line-up of the female massage therapists, to see what we had to offer.
Sorry, guys, this isn't Sheri's Ranch!
He, again politely, told them off.
I would have referred them to the concierge, it's their job to satisfy the guests'...desires.
Something amusing did occur when I was manning the desk on Thursday.
A couple had just finished their side-by-side massages (at $100 apiece) and were checking out.
It's the front desk people's job to ask the guests if they'd like to leave a gratuity, as it would be tip-hustling for the therapists or aesthetitians to ask themselves.
The couple had left their checks open for just this reason, so they could add gratuities at the end of the service and then close out the credit card check.
The husband looks over at his wife, to see the amount she's writing in...$5.00!
Then he beams at me while writing the same amount on his ticket, saying, "She always leaves the maximum tip. She's so generous!"
And he was serious!
It was hard to keep from laughing, and I was guiltily relieved that they weren't MY clients.