"I'm going to have you sit up now so I can work on your arms and hands."
Sonya instructed while stepping back. I pushed myself up carefully, my rear feeling
especially warm
and
sensitive
to sit on at the edge of the table.
My mind
swims
a little during the change of position. All the blood flowing is a heady feeling.
"Take your time."
"Alright. Now what?"
"Your hands first."
She worked
methodically
up each arm over the next few minutes. It reminded me a bit of
being posed
by maidservants to get dressed.
Though with them, it was usually just my wrist and elbow worn raw as they
twisted
them this way and that instead of
letting
me do something as 'plebeian' as clothe myself.
Hm. Helene really knew a lot about this
Rome
place, for some reason.
"Now, if you'll lie back down on your stomach, I'll continue with your legs and feet."
I
complied
with Sonya's order of things. It seemed silly to sit up and then lay back down... but on
second thought
, it made perfect sense.
A patron to this place would probably
fall asleep
, even with the temperature differences, if they remained laying down for twenty minutes or more in a row.
Her touch on my calves was firm. When she reached
my feet
, however, she paused.
"These have seen some rough terrain recently. On your hike?"
"I... lost my shoes for a while."
I replied vaguely.
Bare paws
through the forest and
nearly
bare feet through the city after ditching Helene's shoes to shift into the hybrid form.
There is no good way to describe
recent events
that doesn't
invite more questions
.
"There appears to be no wounds, but they are certainly a little rough. I'll be sure to give them extra attention."
The scrub against my soles was almost painful at first.
Tender
spots I learn exist make themselves known.
But as she worked, the discomfort gave way to relief. The kind that almost reminded me of the
hot stones
our servants would place beneath our feet after long
ceremonial
processions.
As Sonya worked the skin between each toe individually, I found myself drifting again. No connected memories or worries this time.
Simply bits of thoughts and images, mostly from the other
thirty-one
years of life I'd lived
before this last week
. Until that indistinct daydream was interrupted by the next repositioning.
"Now I'll have you turn over. We'll finish with the front."
I turned with as much
grace
as I could manage as she changed into another set of gloves. The scrub on these sections of my skin was applied with
lighter
pressure.
She made sure to verify that I still wanted her to apply the exfoliation along my breasts after first avoiding them.
"I believe I can handle it without any issue, as I am neither especially sensitive nor have I felt any arousal so far. Please continue."
Despite what I said, there were
certain thoughts
that were unavoidable as she worked. Specifically, something that I thought but did not 'voice' while taking that bath.
Feeling a little closer to the wolf now that it has a
name
> This may be weird to hear, Vrika. But if your former spirit twin had been in my world, born a daughter to a rich merchant, and had a partiality for the kind of encounters I partook in... Then she may well have ended up my favorite. I'm seriously complimenting this form of hers, why are you being such a prude? This after wanting me to throw myself at your Alpha without restraint. You can stop joining me in being prepared to shift and maul her now, thank you. I feel like a warm puddle of fine silk. So much so... that the admiration once voiced by a prior lover now seems like a cold lie! <
Vrika's
blue eyes
look at me deeply. Wondering why,
oh why
, I keep bugging it with direct comments about my past experience with women.
Obviously, I want it to stop thinking I will act like an
innocent vixen
to please anyone.
Itself,
myself
, or...
herself
.
"Now, before your massage, we recommend taking a short break to rehydrate."
She said while helping me back into my robe. I face her and
lower my head
in a show of gratitude.
"Thank you. Truly. This experience has been fantastic."
"I'm glad. Tess will be back soon to escort you to the lounge."
As if
summoned
, the very individual that seemed assigned to my whole visit knocked at the door. A friendly smile present on her face as she was let inside.
"Heard my name, I was already here. Ready for more relaxation?"
The woman asked while gesturing for us to leave. I nodded again at the person who I'd just spent the
hour
with.
Her behavior has been so professional and
accommodating
that I may even try and remember her name if I ever have the
chance to return
.
I
plodded
through the corridor slower than earlier and Tess matched my pace.
Adapting
to the needs of the client, within reason, seems rather important to their job.
"How was your exfoliation treatment?"
"Thorough and wonderful."
"That's good. I think you'll like where we are headed just as much."
Very little
doubt
existed in me over the truth of her assertion. It would take a rather
remarkable disruption
to diminish my newfound calm.