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Posted on: Oct 26 2017, 05:25 PM
Unlocking the building in which her new joint venture and business with her Tigers was held she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, while pulling open the door and stepping inside. The keys were tossed into her purse, before reaching over and flipping on the lights. With the door closing behind her, the soothing scents and the sound of trickling water calmed her troubled mind..
That was the cruix of it all.. Too many thoughts all crowding together and not all of them her own..Aside from such there was this venture. And when she wasn't dealing with wanting to strangle a vampire.. She was also starting to envision the peeling off of faces upon those she cared for.. Nothing like holding a newborn baby girl in your arms and one moment feeling that euphoric joy that new life brings, one she hasn't felt in just over 800 years herself after the birth of her own twins. Then looking up to a Proud Tiger male, and an exhausted yet proud Tiger Female, and seeing yourself peeling their faces off and not holding any remorse whilst doing it....
That had been horrifying for Jamila, whom protected those tigers with all that she herself was. Yet that wasn't all she was dealing with either. She was also finding things about herself just as unsettling. And she couldn't tell if such had always been apart of her but lain dormant until now, or if it was something new because of the bond she had sneaked upon Zander.
However,the ambiance of this building, and all the hard work she and Malakai had been doing to get it set up as fast as they could before Xue had the baby now aided to ease the tension, aggression, and troubled mind she had left home with after a troubled day of restless slumber. Jamila had been grateful to have been able to at last book a meeting with the fire inspector in the evening hours rather than during the daytime. Not an easy feat, as she never wanted to come right out and say that she was a vampire to the secretary. And with Malakai and Xue adjusting to life as new parents, they couldn't take on such a meeting.
Rolling her head upon her neck to crack a few vertebrae, heels tip tapped a rhythmic cadence as she passed through rooms and areas to turn on lights. Leaving her office for last as she set her purse down upon her desk, then sifted through the files and found the one needed for the fire inspector. It held all the changes made from the first inspection and too all other forms with her,Kai's and Xue's signatures upon them.
Pushing firmly in place the dual gold and ruby bicep bands upon her arms, she took the folder from her desk and headed back to the reception desk so that it was there when the inspector came. She was about to sit down when her phone vibrated from her back pocket. Slipping it out she glanced at the text and with a furrowing of her brow she settled into the chair behind the desk and opened it up. But her furrowed brow or scowl at the towards the sender eased as her mouth began to curve into a pleased delighted curving..
She promptly sent a text back.. Saying simply 'good then all is in place to go onto the next step. Send word to your Black Noir member and see what can be done. The sooner the better I think.' With that sent off, she leaned back casually in the chair a foot idly swaying in the air from the shapely limb crossed over the other, and perused other e-mails and messages she had neglected whilst dealing with everything else....
Posted on: Oct 26 2017, 10:02 PM
Her gaze shifted to the clock in the upper right hand corner of her phone. The inspector should he arriving any moment now. Even as she typed in reply for the last message she had received. With the quietness of the salon surrounding her, she was able to focus and shift to handling matters arisen. She was also able to send word to Malik to have her acolytes begin to process to making more of her beauty line's inventory. Her online sales had doubled this month, and she would not have known had she not got that e-mail from her Seattle Manager at the other other salon and spa she owned there.
That was the message she was sending, to let the manager know a shipment would be headed out to them by weeks end, barring no Issues. When she heard the soft sweep of air being drawn by an opening door, and a set of heavy treaded boots press along the sandstone tiled flooring. She looked up with kohl lined ambers not unlike the shape of an exotic feline, and saw the man whom walked in..
Her gaze naturally swept from head to toe, only to slowly wander back upwards in a more in-depth taking in muscled lines shifting as he approached the desk and sat his own folder down. Her hands lowered her cell phone to the surface as she unwound sculpted stalks hugged tightly in plaid slacks in order to rise and greet the inspector.
He was a little more on the younger side than she had expected. And certainly well fit in comparison to idle thoughts, and what television often depicted inspectors of looking like. Yet by the way her mouth shifted upwards at the corners, one could certainly say she was not at all displeased with the sight greeting her..
It appeared he was about to speak, not unlike herself. But a distorted squawk and then a voice interrupted such things. The words themselves had brows rising in surprise, even as eyes filled with amusement, and she dipped her head when he excused himself. Suppressing the chuckle threatening to escape, she canted her head obliquely and eyed the shape of his ass in questioning about bleaching.
He didn't seem the type, but then one never truly knew now did they? That is until asked to perform the service.. While he handled the radio, she took the time to step around the desk, grasping her folder as she did with one hand and slipping her phone into her back pocket with the other. So that by the time he turned back around she was offering her left hand out towards him for a shake. " Do not apologise for men whom have not yet seemed to grow up. Thank you for coming this evening, my schedule has been heavily booked in trying to open the salon and gym that this was the only available slot. I am Jamila Zahro one of the owners and you are? "
The voice which spoke was as exotic as the woman, accented in soft sensual contralto serenade with the flavor of the desert sands she was born among many a century ago. As she recalled herself in introductions she had taken a breath of him subtly so. A habit ingrained, to gather the scent of blood coursing through the veins. Yet his, his was more than human and her gaze shifted from the steady pulse at his throat to meet those charismatic eyes of his fully. She would recognise that tell tale musk of a serpent anywhere. Yet he was the first of his kind she was to meet here in the city since she arrived five months ago. A prurient delight was felt along her nerves, and she was not without nostalgia to the ones long gone from her now. " Shall we begin at the alarm panel? The electrician has finished wiring it so that it will incase of fire or carbon monoxide in the air set off to alert your station. It needs your codes to be out into place to finalize that." Best to keep thoughts as professional as she could. After all not all of her thoughts were hers alone now...
Posted on: Oct 27 2017, 08:33 PM
Manners varied certainly in this day and age. Half the youth those in their early twenties to late teens have lost all conception of manners and morals. Not that she could hardly judge a person upon their morals, at least not in recent nights.. However, it was clear that this man had been raised with them, though she knew not his background, it was there in the unspoken way he reached and grasped her hand with gentleness, then gave it a firm but light squeeze. Her own hand tightened just as subtly in return. Yet it was in the contact of skin upon skin, the intimacy of that first innocent touch when many of ones senses such as theirs read on even deeper level of communication.
Textures were varied yet in comparison to her own his held calluses, telling the tale that he worked with his hands frequently and certainly did not sit behind a desk. The light squeeze given, said that despite his visual strength displayed he could be gentle. Then the warmth, despite the scent of reptilian musk laying beneath the fragrant layer of his cologne which teased and tantalized the olfactory senses, spoke that while he could become dangerous, there was a side to him that was as warm as his skin..
It was all of these things her mind and senses computed in a fraction of a moment, as her gaze rise along with her chin to meet his own. There in the true windows to ones very soul, was everything that the clasping of their hands had told her. Relief that she was not offended by the way his brothers in uniform were hazing him in such an openly embarrassing way, to amusement and also something more as he angled nearer.
To this she laughed with effervescence, and amusement. Her brow rising with mischievous intentions while she smiled with good natured enticement.. " Then perhaps we should take a picture or two just so they can eat their hearts out in envy that they were not chosen this night?" She quipped in ready response. Not at all above in Aiding him towards some harmless revenge for the no doubt endless hazing he has been under recently. Boys no matter their ages would always be boys in some instances.
With his name then promptly given, her own smile gentled into a more natural mien, and only when he withdrew back from their closeness of frames did she ease forward to lead him towards their first destination. Her hand slipping out of his to fall naturally at her side, while.the opposite arm curled inwards to.place the folder she had in better reading position and reach to flip through the papers therein.
Yet with each fluid dance of muscle, to the graceful placement of dainty heeled feet, there could be no doubt her femininity. The way her body swayed with a slithering hypnotic rhythm bespoke engrained lessons in deportment, seduction, and dance. A sometimes deadly combination given what and whom she was, yet to one unknowing of her it was, and certainly has been a natural weaving of fluidic mastery since a once young mortal girl.
A shift of her head to peer back over a bare shoulder had waist length waves washing aside, unbarring to the eye a tattoo of the Eye of Horus just behind her right shoulder, and something far more intricately artistic back piece in black ink disappearing beneath the white tank top hugging along her torso. He was not alone in using ones body for canvas in capturing wanted memories to be seen upon flesh.
Yet she turned her head with eyes shifting to watch him move almost as much as he was enjoying the way she walked, so that she could speak to him as she.lead him from reception and back into the entry foyer, that separated the two businesses,joined beneath one banner and back towards where he had entered in from the street. " The pleasure is certainly mine Xander. And I feel that tonight we shall get everything accomplished and see that we have followed all the nessessary changes the first inspector said needed done. Then in celebration, you may choose anything our business offers on the house. Our first customer as it were, as this inspection is all we need to be able to open our doors officially. "
It was at that point she stopped, looking ahead of her she gestured to the panel with its various lights of red and green on display, and reached into her front pocket to remove the keys that would open it for him. " I do believe the station and the Fire Marshall already have a set of these." She.let them dangle in the air space between them, so that he could take them and so what it was he needed to do here.
Posted on: Oct 29 2017, 01:05 PM
The option was given to Xander, and the path up to him to choose from. Would he take the option of making his fellow brothers in blue green with envy? Or would he decide the higher road and simply revel in the fact he knew something that his fellow firefighters would not know? The answer came not long after the option was given and she smiled with a nod of her head to his choice given. She was not above helping him gain some revenge after all, if it was the path he desired to travel. After all hazing came no matter the century one had been born into, and sometimes a person needed a leg up to help return the favor on those whom appealed to be above such hazing as they may have been within an organization longer than another. Still his words given, caused for rose to tint her sun-kissed mocha cheeks, her head dipping shyly at the compliment given and received. " Perhaps they don't then, if you change your mind however, know the offer is still upon the table. " She would leave it at that as she choose then to lead him towards the panel.
In walking she felt the way his eyes traversed, it would be no less returned once at the panel and he took the keys from from her to open it up and do what he needed to do on his end of things. That is when she stepped back to give him room, and allow for her own depths to drink him in. He was a very fine specimen of manhood, whom could resist taking a more leisurely appraisal? Then there was the uniform, the way the material stretched and moved over the muscles beneath as he shifted. There was masculine grace in every gesture, and it was a treat to watch first hand. There was always something very appealing to way a man comfortable in his skin, and within himself moved. There was no doubt at all in Jamila's mind that Xander was not only comfortable, but confident as well in his capabilities of his job. It was in such that Jamila grew appreciation of. Maturity, and Confidence in a man? Yeah, it would draw Jamila in every time...
While he worked, she blinked when asked precisely what her business offered. Since she had gifted him with the choice to take apart in anything offered here given his services he was providing, not only to her presently to open up her business officially. But also his service for the community of Savannah as a whole, in recent years she has donated to help not only Firefighters, but also Law Enforcement because they worked hard and received very little in return. In the past years many were under constant scrutiny, and slander because of other happenings in and around the USA especially. " Well we have a Gym side, which offers a variety of equipment to use, a Boxing ring, and training. MMA and Marital arts dojo, as well as Yoga, Pilates, and Aerobic classes. Which is run by my business partners Malakai Mercer, and Xue Lan. However, they're not here right now as both are on Maternity leave. Xue just gave birth to a beautiful girl. They would however, uphold the offer given if you choose such. " She spoke, with confidence, only to tilt her head subtly as her eyes trailed along his back seeking to envision what sort of ink he had beneath the fabric of his shirt. That he had such was given, as she spotted those glimpses along his neck earlier.
" The spa and salon offers full services as well. From a complete make-over, to hair cuts, nails, pedicures, make-up. Waxing.. bleaching.." She paused with a chuckle on that one and arched her brow almost challengingly, given that his friends were jesting with him about such earlier. " Massage, mud baths, heated salt water therapy, and also Sauna's to ease muscles after a good work out, and detoxing the body in wraps and scrubs to ring one's skin to life again. " She answered, only for him to point out that he feels her eyes upon him.
To this she gave a teasing grin, a subtle shift of her body, as well as laughter. " Cannot blame a girl for such certainly I hope? You're exquisite, confident, and I am also wondering how much more artwork you have hidden beneath your uniform. " Jamila was nothing if not straight to the point, she could have evaded or beaten around the bush a bit, but in truth she wanted him to know she appreciated all that she was looking at. Nothing wrong with looking after all, and his flirtatious manner was bringing out the flirt within her as well. Still it was all harmless after all, yet even she couldn't deny that after listing off what they offered. That her fingers were itching to slide along his naked skin as oil slicks beneath her palms to be rubbed into his body making the flesh more supple and soft to the touch, not to mention scented as well, to mold those muscles around in her grasp...
Taking in a deep breath, she touched the tip of her tongue against her own canine until she felt enough pain to break her out of such thoughts. Only to look up at him as he finished and turned towards her in offering the keys back. Facing him with a turn on the balls of her feet, she reached up to grasp the keys but he instead played keep away from her. This had her face alight in laughter and amusement. Laughter slipping free like a desert's lullaby being sung, when he instead drew the clipboard in her direction and asked for her autograph. A tsk tsk given, and a playful pout pushed plush lips outward, even as she grasped the clipboard, and when she reached for the pen, she let fingers brush against his pectoral as she snatched one out of his breast pocket. " Delayed gratification is truly the only way to go. The build up for release, a sure sign of knowing the greatest of pleasures..." She quipped back as she clicked the pen, and then signed her name upon the dotted line for him.
The pen was then tucked onto the clipboard itself, and she tilted her head as she held the clipboard back to him, but also turned her other hand palm upwards to accept the keys back from him. " Next is just ensuring that exit signs, and escape routes are clearly posted on all exits in case of a fire... " She let her gaze grow slumberous then, as she once given the keys, and he took back the clipboard, eased past him, close enough he would once more gain a breath of her uniquely blended perfumed oiled skin, and also the temptation of her touching him, yet not touching him at the same time. Two could certainly play that game after all, and she was very good at playing teasing keep away... " This way if you will Mr. Gianetta.." She spoke with a come hither fanning of her fingers to gesture him to follow her, As she lead him along the twists and turns of hallways, and the many rooms within the building to show him that indeed signs were placed up over each doorway, and also clear plans laminated were hung by each door with a route to the nearest exit in case of a fire or an emergency.
Posted on: Oct 29 2017, 04:28 PM
With each listing of what the Wellness Center would offer, she saw despite his focus upon his work, that he listened for each nod of his head, sent muscles along the nape of his neck and across his shoulders to dance. It was no surprise when he asked after the hours the business would be opened for, although her gaze shifted to the back of his head with contemplation, she answered without hesitation. " We'll be open twenty four hours a day, six days a week. Sundays being our one day off, for it seems that it's nearly mandatory here in Georgia for all business' exceptions of hotels and such to be closed for Sabbath day. We've already hired our employees, and trainers for each shift, that way we're not over working our staff. We take care of staff very well here. Treat them as if they're family. " Which in some instances it was nearly so, for the Salon her acolytes would be working in shifts to see the business flourish, just as those whom remained in Seattle now ran that Spa and Salon there. And she knew that both Xue and Kai had taken the time to hire certified and licensed trainers and experience gym personnel to hold down the gym side of the business here in Savannah. " So, if you desire to work out in the gym during the nights that you prefer it shall be available to you. After all, most people do work during the day and only can spare evening hours, exception for weekends of course. " For many the night life was their free time, unless it was for bridal parties and such and most often those were held during the early morning or afternoons. So it could certainly be said that Jamila and the other's had taken into thought greatly how best to bring in customers, and to service their needs.
However, as he quipped about his ass being just fine It was with great difficulties for Jamila to not reach out, and give the curve clearly displayed in the stretch of his uniform pants a patting. So instead as fingers curled towards her palm to resist temptation, it was her gaze intensity to answer for her, along with the way a flash of straight ivories pushed in against the lower plumpness of her lip and dragged along the pillow of dusky rose hue tinting her mouth. " I would certainly concur that it is indeed fine the way it is.." Nearly purred from her throat, with a vibration humming or was it a slithering of a hiss, before she peeled her eyes away to attend with giving him her signature upon the required paperwork. Even as he spoke in regards to her comment about just how exquisite he was in the eye candy department. Yet that there was plenty more artwork to her inquiry of such, only made her all the more curious. To this she merely gave a nod of her head. Although to his appraisal in her knowledge of pleasures, was met with sloe eyed expression, and a crooked grin, as if saying 'wouldn't you like to know how extensive that knowledge truly is?' Even though words were to come forthwith despite her look towards him. " The art of such is not lost upon me, rather the methods you could say have been faithfully taught and learned. "
It was in turning though, so as to toy with their seemingly harmless flirtation happening, as she went to pass in close while walking by him, that he would have other ideas instead. The moment the svelte soft curve of her hip was cupped by the grazing hollow of his own it gave her pause, when she felt the stirring of an uncoiling serpent within him, as if physically she could feel the way scales rippled in movement along her temperately warmed skin. Causing for a ripple along her own spine to spread outward, both internally and visibly. The drawing in of breath heard, the lift of her gaze to peer through a veil of dark raven lashes upon his visage, when her pupils dilated with... a forbidden intrigue. That even as she pulled away, the sway of her body pressed in against his own, before air was left where once so briefly there had been a grazing touch.
It was a moment or two, perhaps a few rooms inspected as they started with the gym half first, in each room from fitness, to the boxing and MMA rooms, through the dojo's and even the shower and locker rooms. Before she found the steadying of her heartbeat a conundrum for being a vampire as she was. Yet a curse laid upon her upon her embracing among many to say the least. Flawed even as she was gifted by the embrace upon her once mortal shell. More so, because the temptation of luring his inner beast outward was great upon Jamila. She so held endearment for the serpent after all, not quite an affinity to that which she held with the Tiger's, but still for many years the serpent was her companion in many ways and area's of her life, and prior lifetimes her soul has lived before being locked within the shell it now laid within due to her embrace.
The quiet between them though was not in the least uncomfortable, if anything it made the tug and pull of their glances, of their flirtation that much more tightened and pluck-able as if those invisible lines were becoming more visible with time's passage rather than withdrawing into a more neutral placement. Still it gave her time to reign in her temptation, and to cool with mental dialogue to bring it back to a more professional mien between them. Or perhaps it was an unconsciously silent growl filtering within her thoughts that brought her back to such? Although with that growl, her own was returned. For what say had he? When last 'he' said that it didn't matter what she 'felt', that 'he' would continue upon his own paths? So why couldn't she choose instead to follow where temptations might lead? It was an argument within herself, one held without outward appearances to be made of such a tug and pull in battle within herself. For there was this part of her that desired nothing more than to be faithful, for it was apart of her to be such. Yet, there were wounds within opened and raw from 'his' actions that spoke to that other side of herself, to ignore such faithfulness when 'he' 'himself' had already told her that 'he' would not be.
So once she was about to break the comfortable silence fallen between them, her lips parted to speak, only to halt as it was Xander to do the breaking. When they left the Gym area, and moved into the Salon and Spa area's. Passing through the hair, pedicures, and manicure stations. And moving into a room which was steamy and humid given the soft lapping of azure salt waters heated in a large pool, and low lights to illuminate the relaxing ambiance of the room itself. It was here she turned her gaze to once more peer over the slope of her shoulder to Xander. A surprised expression as he asked after the types of massages. Was he desiring of a massage? When it seemed about ten minuets prior she had been envisioning the way her hands would mold over those muscles displayed upon his body by the snugness of his shirt. To caress over his skin with oils, before hands tightened to knead out tension and knots created upon his body by his profession or life in general. " We offer deep muscle massages, Heated rocks to penetrate deep into the skin to loosen the muscle before our hands smooth and work in aromatic oils to.. uncoil the knots.. Then we have massages where a person walks upon the back, aligning one's spine by careful placement of feet and pressure given to ease the tensions caused by a spine unaligned. Then if one needs not so extensive work, we have a gentle rub massage just something to relax one's mind and body from a stressful day at work. A scented aromatic air, perhaps a relaxing bath in our Jacuzzi's first, before a light rubbing or petting down."
Her eyes studied his expressionate features to see which of the listed given, were something that might intrigue him most. Although, there was a moment as he asked after the massages, and awaited her answer that there was some thought deep within his subconsciousness on weather or not such might actually help him. Was he a skeptic? Or was there more to his story yet uncovered? Perhaps that later or a possibility of both. After all knowing not his history or otherwise it was all a guessing game. Going solely upon his facial expressions, the way his eyes sharpened in focus or softened with a distant look as if he was experiencing a memory or a conversation once held with another. It was in these glimpses that it peaked more curiosity from her end of things. " If it is a massage desired, I would suggest a deep tissue massage. There are lines of strains upon your brow, and your shoulders are very tense. I promise you, it would be regretted, but it would certainly help with the burdens you may bear or those heavy thoughts which give you the strained lines on your brow.. Maybe even a clay bath first to help erase any toxins, followed by a hot shower then a massage even. Each of these treatments would be very beneficial if you have an excess of stress in your life. " Perceptive, she was a very perceptive woman, and in her line of work, it was an exceptional quality to have after all...
" After this room, all that is left are my Sauna rooms, and massage rooms anyhow. Then I believe we've checked everything needing to be checked by your inspection list. Or is there something I've missed? " She asked, she didn't think there was, not when she drew her folder over in front of her to double check her own paperwork, with the listing of all that the prior inspector had given to her to follow.
Posted on: Oct 30 2017, 10:21 PM
Perhaps it had been a slip of his tongue, when he made mention of internal demons never taking a day off as readily as it appeared humans did. Either way she had let the comment slide, to ponder over as they made their rounds through the various rooms within the building. Giving him a glimpse first had of what each side had to offer to anyone seeking either fitness or relaxation. While he went through his checklist, she was almost as much as he was assessing him as he was herself.
Stolen glimpses, glances of the other as they moved from one area into the next. Until at last they reached the heated warmth of the salt water pool room. From her own ears she could hear the sudden release of widening blood vessels and arteries as the warmth penetrated deep within him to the serpent so silently coiled yet apart of him as surely as the artwork which as he mentioned draped over more of his physique than the eye at present could see. It was then in surprise to hear he had never before had a massage that would draw her fully around to look upon him.
To assess far deeper than the surface of him, or perhaps too it was his seemingly off handed comment of inner demons to be granted such a far more penetrating gaze from her. A shake of her head was given, for there were not many to have ever said to her they had never experienced a massage. Almost a shame really, for certainly as he had bragged about his prowess with pleasures earlier, surely a former lover of his had given him a more tantric massage? But given his own expression as she had described the various ones on offer here, excluding tantric of course, there had been an almost blank expression on his face, although he had nodded to let her know he was listening to her. " I've known so few to have never had such given to them. " She answered honestly, even before her lips curved in enticement as she spoke to him of what she would recommend for him in the massage department.
Yet her smile would ease some as he mentioned the reasons behind what her eyes had assessed upon him. The fact he had served in the military and had once been upon the front lines. Yes, now that he mentioned such to her, she recognized that particular strain in one's brow. While there was no pity given, as their eyes met across the short distance separating them apart, there was certainly an understanding. For she knew war first hand herself. Yet, when the wars she has lived through, born witness to, and survived they were more up close. Hand to hand, blade to blade. When you wore not only the blood of your enemy but also those of your comrades or escapees in the search for a safe place to hide and dwell. With a reverence her head bowed to him instead. " Then I will see that you are given the finest massage possible. And if it works or not I desire only for you to be honest in how you feel when it is completed. My offer still stands Xander Gianetta. " She murmured like a soft musical deserts' serenade.
Only to smile once more to him, for she knew well what magic her hands could perform upon a body after all. Yet, those inner demons, she knew all too well could not be fully defeated by the release of pressure and stress. No, but a combination of such, along with speaking with one whom understood what he himself had been through? Could be the best way to balance out those nightmares relived, and those images not easily set aside. Perhaps he was already speaking to someone about what he deals with on a daily basis, but from her? From her she could show him at least a way to ease the body and mind in another avenue.
She lead him through to the sauna's and at last the rooms where Massages took place. The last room, was set up for a solo, or private massage. When there was only one person having it done rather than a couple, or group of friends. Here as she adjusted the lighting revealed a solo massage bed. A Jacuzzi in one corner, as well as a shower standing next to it. As she entered the room, she knew he would inspect as he had all the other rooms to ensure that all was met to code. Yet while he did she moved to the cupboards instead off to the side as she had in the other rooms.
Now she withdrew a bowl of onyx rocks and set them upon the counter, then she withdrew another bowl with a pestle, along with jars of herbs and vials of oil and arranged them as she wished them to be placed. Moving effortlessly about the room itself, gathering all that she, and even he would need and set them out within reach of the table itself. Although a set of towels she laid draped over the rack between the shower and the Jacuzzi itself. When she finished, she set the rocks into a heated warmer and turned it on, before she faced him. " This is the last room, and I promised you a massage. I always keep my promises. So if you will take this towel, and go behind that screen there you can remove your clothing and wrap this around your hips. Then come here and lay face down and we'll begin. I'll set your clipboard on the counter, with my folder. " She spoke, as she picked up the towel from the massage bed and walked towards him to hold it out..
Posted on: Nov 8 2017, 06:09 PM
There it was, the moment he turned around and she offered him the towel. The way his eyes grew salacious, and the words a silvery dart, had her own amber gaze darkening, creating those golden flecks to shine brighter with lids lowering into a teasing salubrious expression. Her lips quirked wryly, before ivory lightly pinched at her lower lip to draw that morsel within. " It seems you've found me out... " She nearly purred in return of teasing, only to chuckle softly with a wink.
It mattered little where either thoughts had been moments ago. She had made him a promise of a free service, and given the night so far there was that part of her which could not wait to to see what clothing hid, and imagination sparked many possibilities. Then there was that itch along her palms, wanting feel the texture of his skin within her grasp. To feel the coiling and uncoiling of muscles, to touch upon that which lay deep within him and yet was scented upon him in the same moment. When he turned to slip behind the screen, her gaze ravenously followed, before she shook herself out of the haze of unfurling desires that wanted nothing more than to rise from within her.
While she listened to the soft hiss of clothing being removed, she turned back to the counter and began to choose herbs and place within the mortar and pestle set out. Then using the pestle itself began to ground the herbs to release their aromatic scents into the room. She used the white petals of the Jasmine flower, to help clear the mind and induce relaxation. A touch of Sandalwood, to create a more calming and yet sensual atmosphere, then just a pinch of Sweet Orange to blend the three scents into a harmonic compilation. This once mixed was sat at the head of the massage bed upon a warmer with candles to which she lit to bring even more atmosphere into the room itself.
As she heard shifting behind the screen, she tested the rocks and then sorted through the various oils she had. She choose the blended oil of Clary Sage and Ylang Ylang. It was a more masculine scent, which would aid in balancing the hormones, but also in elevating stress from everyday life or more. It also aided in elevating depression, and well stirring up one's libido too. Not that the later was her intention, yet the blend was one of the best she had for men in general, and given previous clientele it worked very effectively. He had laid the challenge at her feet after all, that for starter's he had never had a massage before, but also his outlook that it may not work either. So she was going to use all the tools at her disposal to alter his mind to that notion.
With her selections in hand, she laid them on the rolling tray with the heated rocks, added a stack of hand towels and then turned, just as he was stepping out from behind the screen. She was in mid-step, adjusting the rolling tray table nearer the bed when her eyes caught sight of all that exposed muscle dancing within the flickering flames of the candles, and the dimmed lights. Slowly her eyes moved over every part of him, watching the way he moved, but also taking in the colorful artwork fully on display for her feasting eyes. And feast she did, making no attempts to hide just how incredible she found his physique to be. That partial pause in her step, as she watched him stretch out on the massage table before her.
Inhaling deeply, she cleared her mind of the path it had ventured onto. The path where, thoughts coalesced upon the wonders of all that honed muscle flexing in other means than the one in which she was about to perform upon him. His voice, brought her from those thoughts, and she smiled with a rise of color upon her desert hued skin warming her cheeks considerably. " Consider that a promise made. It will be our little secret." She murmured with a husk in her voice as she eased forward. Taking a heated damp towel from her table, she laid it across the expanse of his back to help relax and loosen the muscles knotted. Running her palms over his corded back to feel the muscles more contracted before replacing her touch with a heated stone. To this she continued until all serious area's of tightness were covered with a rock. To this she would let sit for a few moments. Meeting his gaze as she gathered her hair back from her shoulders, and reaching into the right front pocket of her pants, withdrew a hair tie to which she promptly set her hair into a messy curly bun at the nape of her neck just to keep most of it out of the way as she worked.
Once done, she grasped the warmed oil from the tray, and she moved to the head of the table, to stand directly in front of him. " Here rest your head on the rolled towel for the moment, I'm going to start at your hands and arms while the rocks loosen your muscles for a bit. " She spoke, opening up the oil bottle in her hand and then pouring a quarter sized amount into her left palm. Setting the bottle within easy reach, she placed her palms together to rub them and spread the oil as she awaited for him to resettle himself. Then she would reach for his right hand first, and starting at the shoulder, her hands smoothed oil first, before finding the way his muscles formed beneath the skin and started to knead and stroke in slow light and stronger pressings. Alternating between the grip and release along the muscle itself and working from his neck down the length of his arm to the very tips of his fingers... Easing muscles, but also aligning joints in the process. Then when one arm was done she repeated the process upon the other arm itself. " How are you finding Savannah so far? " She asked, even as she watched the expressions upon his features, enjoying the textures being worked beneath her capable hands..
Posted on: Nov 10 2017, 09:48 AM
There was a asymmetric dialog written within the musculature of another individual, one only to be read through the sensors within the tips of fingers as they apply and stroke along the veritable textures of a person's body. The tension and relaxation spoke on a level to which many were never attuned to. A slight pressure here, and the way the muscle contracted could speak of pain or tightened coiled knot too long left and not unraveled to cause even more uncomfortableness within the body itself. Given all the nerves and sensory within a body communicating to the mind itself, could create synapses within the mind, a connection broken. Xander's body itself was honed, in very good shape even. Yet as her fingers worked from his shoulders down towards his fingertips she felt, and read the deceptions of the body itself and how out of connection it was from the mind. A healthy body it is said provokes a very healthy mind after all. A clarity when all sensors reconnected and opened up fully once more into prime operations.
Her eyes angled to his features, watching the expressions play across his own handsomely rugged visage to each motion and caress of her hands and fingertips. The way the jaw tightened when she found a particular tightened muscle grouping, to the way it slowly unclenched as the muscle was worked until it was calm and smooth beneath her gestures. Yet even the way the serpent beneath his skin wove was an echoing vibration within him, and she understood well how one's inner animal worked and functioned. As he spoke, the timber of his voice added a cadence to the atmosphere of the room itself, and she was naturally drawn to the deeper vibrations, the way it filtered through his body as it rose up from his diaphragm to be expelled to caress her ears. Then there was a growl, and it raised the fine hair along her arms, rippling her own skin with tiny bumps.
For a moment her ribs expanded as she drew in air through her nose, tasting it upon her tongue as the pink morsels tip touched against the center of her upper lip and dragged back into the dark humid cavern of her mouth. Catching the sight of his own tongue against his lip as she stretched curves and contours over his head so that hands now finished with with his arms came together at the nape of his neck. Yet only brifly did her touch retreat so as to get more oil upon her hands before returning to touch him again. Here she started at the base of his skull and hairline. Her body angled and centered at his head as she started to use the pads of her thumbs along the nerves and muscles running along his corded neck itself. Stroking down with index, middle and ring fingers to rid the stresses and release the natural flow of the body's blood, but also opening up the nerves sensory to work in full function. Down his neck and over the breadth of his shoulders and shoulder blades she worked. Moving in precise calculation of pressure and lightness.
He asked how Savannah was to her, and she gave that slight curl to the corners of her mouth which spoke of mysteries and many scrolls left to unravel within the woman she herself was. Yet with a soft sigh, as she stepped away from the head of him and along his right side of the table, she paused to wipe her hands upon a towel and then begin the process of removing the rocks and the towel laid across his back now. " I find Savannah to be warm. A little stifling given as you mentioned we are on the bible-belt. Yet the warmth of the place year round, with very little cool days is it's greater factor for me. I was in Seattle, Washington the last couple of years, Opportunity arose here and so I moved. I have been here for perhaps six months now. A lot still to explore for me. The last time I was here, was at the end of the American Revolutionary War. A great deal has of course since changed since then. Yet there is still the old world charm remaining. " She answered, only to allow for her eyes to take in the way his broad shoulders tapper inward to narrow hips now that it was all uncovered and truly a veritable feast to the eyes and senses to behold upon.
For as long as she can remember and there were memories over a millennium old within her mind she has always been drawn towards a warriors physique. Knowing that while such a honed body could kill without mercy, that it too could grasp and wrap around a softer more petite frame like a naturally fitting glove and be gentle. Could Xander be gentle as well as rough? When she had gifted him with the appreciation of his body emerging from behind the screen earlier, there had been that slight focusing within his eyes. A dominant rise within him and it had thrilled through her veins like an unspoken whisper upon her senses, of dark promises to behold. Now the body was laid out before her, beautiful with it's artwork and delineated muscles on full display other than a towel to hide the rising slope and curve of his tight bottom from her sight.
Shifting the table nearer so her accouterments were easily accessible to her hands she once more oiled her palms, and with aligning her body, the shape of her hip fitting in against the indentation of his side, her hands began where they had left off along the spine central to his shoulder blades and began to work with the heels of her palms outward from the spinal column itself. If disks were out of alignment due to the tightness of the muscles surrounding the spine, he should feel them slip back into natural placement and alignment. A relief to the cutting off of blood flow and sensors to his mind being opened up once more, and an easement to the spine itself. " Naturally you are correct. I am not of America. I am from the ancient sands and dunes of Egypt. Gaiza, Alexandria, Cairo. I have been to many of the ancient cities. I have seen them rise and fall to first Rome and the Greeks. Then to the French and English. Yet despite outsiders seeking to conquer my homelands, I believe the lands themselves conquered the conquerors instead. They may have brought about changes over the centuries, yet at the very heart it remains untouched." She spoke of her homelands with a reverence, and a deep abiding love for the world in which she was very much from.
While hands worked over the expance of his back, to the indenture and arch of his lower back. She shifted the towel only slightly so that thumbs ran over dimpled curves in the lightest teasing of caresses to reach the tailbone and the ending of the spine itself. Then without exposing him fully to view she folded up the sides of the towel to expose his flank and hip to her sight, but also for her hands to soon curl around his hip, fingertips grazing the hollow of his pelvis and yet out of reach to the Central prize pressed to the table itself. Here she worked at the loosening of muscles but also the realignment of his pelvis joints, to ease her working down to the length and strength of his legs...
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