Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2016 8:12:47 GMT -8
There was nothing like the warm touch of a woman’s skin to soothe the muscles and relax the mind. And after a day like today, Kye needed that touch more than ever. Nausicaans. You could always count on Nausicaans to leave a place far worse than they found it. Even Klingons had a sense of decorum compared to those brutes. He made a mental note to avoid having a Klingon and a Nausicaans together in his tavern.
“Ohhh,” Kye involuntarily uttered as his masseuse turned her attention to the knots forming in his back. “Your hands are magic, my dear.”
The woman let out a light and professional laugh. “Thank you. It looks like you’ve seen some hard days.” One fingers traced one of the scars lining Kye’s back. Kye’s boys reflexively flinched, both from the sensation of her finger against his sensitive skin and from the memory of a not-so-tender finger tracing that same spot.
“Just a memory of the past,” Kye cryptically responded. “I’d prefer to focus on today.”
The masseuse nodded with a smile. “Of course. If you’d like, I can—“
A familiar bell chimed from the front of her store. Kye recognized it as the same bell that signaled a customer's entry. “I will be right back, Kye. Just keep relaxing.”
“You’ll get no complaints from me,” Kye nearly sighed the words out as he soaked in the peaceful environment. A pleasant aroma filled the room, no doubt from the dispensers strategically placed all around him. The lights were dim enough to be pleasant, but light enough to allow the young woman to do her job. And from overhead, Kye recognized a pleasant tune renowned from Cortella II. All-in-all, a very pleasing place to be.
Soon, the door to his room reopened. He felt her hands return to his body, and he soaked in the sensations once more. But something was off. Her hands were soft to the touch, but her grip was less tender and more aggressive than before. It didn’t feel bad, simply different.
“Is everything alright?”
“Just fine,” That voice. That tone. Kye immediately recognized her and began to spin his body around but her hand clenched his neck, and pinned him to the message bench.
“Now, Kye, you are here for a massage, and that’s what I’m going to give you,” she continued in a calm and ruling voice. “Besides, you always liked my massages, didn’t you?”
Kye swallowed hard, and reluctantly stopped his resistance. “What are you doing here Kasandra? What did you do with--?”
“Can’t a girl visit an old friend,” she interrupted as her hands began their work. “And as for your little masseuse,” Kasandra placed a hyposray within eyesight of Kye. “She’s on break. She’ll wake up in a couple hours.”
Kye swallowed hard, and trusted that Kasandara was smart enough not to leave bodies in her trail. Not when she didn’t need to. “You made it quite clear that you were not interested in any friendship when you—“
“Bygones, Kye; bygones.”
Kye couldn’t hold back the laugh which grew from such a remarkable lie. “I’ll remember that to mention that to Skaarg. I’m sure he’d get a kick out of that.”
“Oh, don’t tell me he is still holding a grudge,” she replied, her tone dismissive and condescending. “It was just a toe.”
“Kasandra!” Kye turned his head to look at her. She still had that short, silky hair, and those gorgeous blue eyes. She had always been a marvelous woman. It was one of her most irresistible lures. But Kye had been burned enough by her venom to know better. “What is it that you want? You don’t come all this way for a friendly visit. Especially you.”
Kye eyed her, as the answer struck him. “He sent you, didn’t he?”
“Actually, it was my idea, but he agreed with me,” she finally answered. “Is it so wrong to check up on our investment.”
“I sent along my payments. Profits have nearly doubled what I originally promised. I would have thought he’d been pleased.”
Kasanda’s finger’s ran through Kye’s hair. “Oh, he is. We all are. I’m very impressed with what you’ve done here already.”
Kye laughed again. “Probably because you expected me to fail.”
“I had my doubts,” Kasandra admitted, her fingers returning to Kye’s body. “But, then, you’ve had more than one rough day in your past. Can you really blame me for being…” Kasandra’s finger began tracing the same scar just as his masseuse had done. “…cautious.”
Kye forced the shudder to pass, and focused his attention on her. “Your ‘caution’ is not needed. Nor are you. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like my privacy.”
Without warning, Kasandra grabbed onto Kye and yanked him onto his back. His eyes were wide, and his body exposed. Kasandra leaned over so that her cheek pressed against his, and her lips were a mere centimeter from his ear.
“Careful, Kye. Careful that you don’t get too confident. A healthy confidence is good…” she leaned out and lustfully looked over Kye’s face. “Even attractive, but too much confidence, and one might get ideas. That’s why I sent the Nausicaans.”
Kye’s brow fell, and his annoyance showed itself. “You sent—“
Kasandra placed a finger over Kye’ mouth to shut him up. “Yes, I sent them. Why? To remind you. Victory has a way of fueling the imagination. People start to get creative. They start forming ideas—ideas that they don’t need anyone else. Call it a gentle reminder that you…” She kissed him. “… are still mine.”
Finally, she stood back straight, and ran her fingers along his body. “I do miss you, Kye. Maybe I’ll visit again soon. I could use a vacation.” With a wink, she turned and exited the room. Kye watched the door close, and continued to glare at her, even though she was absent.
He was going to need a drink.
End Kye
“Ohhh,” Kye involuntarily uttered as his masseuse turned her attention to the knots forming in his back. “Your hands are magic, my dear.”
The woman let out a light and professional laugh. “Thank you. It looks like you’ve seen some hard days.” One fingers traced one of the scars lining Kye’s back. Kye’s boys reflexively flinched, both from the sensation of her finger against his sensitive skin and from the memory of a not-so-tender finger tracing that same spot.
“Just a memory of the past,” Kye cryptically responded. “I’d prefer to focus on today.”
The masseuse nodded with a smile. “Of course. If you’d like, I can—“
A familiar bell chimed from the front of her store. Kye recognized it as the same bell that signaled a customer's entry. “I will be right back, Kye. Just keep relaxing.”
“You’ll get no complaints from me,” Kye nearly sighed the words out as he soaked in the peaceful environment. A pleasant aroma filled the room, no doubt from the dispensers strategically placed all around him. The lights were dim enough to be pleasant, but light enough to allow the young woman to do her job. And from overhead, Kye recognized a pleasant tune renowned from Cortella II. All-in-all, a very pleasing place to be.
Soon, the door to his room reopened. He felt her hands return to his body, and he soaked in the sensations once more. But something was off. Her hands were soft to the touch, but her grip was less tender and more aggressive than before. It didn’t feel bad, simply different.
“Is everything alright?”
“Just fine,” That voice. That tone. Kye immediately recognized her and began to spin his body around but her hand clenched his neck, and pinned him to the message bench.
“Now, Kye, you are here for a massage, and that’s what I’m going to give you,” she continued in a calm and ruling voice. “Besides, you always liked my massages, didn’t you?”
Kye swallowed hard, and reluctantly stopped his resistance. “What are you doing here Kasandra? What did you do with--?”
“Can’t a girl visit an old friend,” she interrupted as her hands began their work. “And as for your little masseuse,” Kasandra placed a hyposray within eyesight of Kye. “She’s on break. She’ll wake up in a couple hours.”
Kye swallowed hard, and trusted that Kasandara was smart enough not to leave bodies in her trail. Not when she didn’t need to. “You made it quite clear that you were not interested in any friendship when you—“
“Bygones, Kye; bygones.”
Kye couldn’t hold back the laugh which grew from such a remarkable lie. “I’ll remember that to mention that to Skaarg. I’m sure he’d get a kick out of that.”
“Oh, don’t tell me he is still holding a grudge,” she replied, her tone dismissive and condescending. “It was just a toe.”
“Kasandra!” Kye turned his head to look at her. She still had that short, silky hair, and those gorgeous blue eyes. She had always been a marvelous woman. It was one of her most irresistible lures. But Kye had been burned enough by her venom to know better. “What is it that you want? You don’t come all this way for a friendly visit. Especially you.”
Kye eyed her, as the answer struck him. “He sent you, didn’t he?”
“Actually, it was my idea, but he agreed with me,” she finally answered. “Is it so wrong to check up on our investment.”
“I sent along my payments. Profits have nearly doubled what I originally promised. I would have thought he’d been pleased.”
Kasanda’s finger’s ran through Kye’s hair. “Oh, he is. We all are. I’m very impressed with what you’ve done here already.”
Kye laughed again. “Probably because you expected me to fail.”
“I had my doubts,” Kasandra admitted, her fingers returning to Kye’s body. “But, then, you’ve had more than one rough day in your past. Can you really blame me for being…” Kasandra’s finger began tracing the same scar just as his masseuse had done. “…cautious.”
Kye forced the shudder to pass, and focused his attention on her. “Your ‘caution’ is not needed. Nor are you. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like my privacy.”
Without warning, Kasandra grabbed onto Kye and yanked him onto his back. His eyes were wide, and his body exposed. Kasandra leaned over so that her cheek pressed against his, and her lips were a mere centimeter from his ear.
“Careful, Kye. Careful that you don’t get too confident. A healthy confidence is good…” she leaned out and lustfully looked over Kye’s face. “Even attractive, but too much confidence, and one might get ideas. That’s why I sent the Nausicaans.”
Kye’s brow fell, and his annoyance showed itself. “You sent—“
Kasandra placed a finger over Kye’ mouth to shut him up. “Yes, I sent them. Why? To remind you. Victory has a way of fueling the imagination. People start to get creative. They start forming ideas—ideas that they don’t need anyone else. Call it a gentle reminder that you…” She kissed him. “… are still mine.”
Finally, she stood back straight, and ran her fingers along his body. “I do miss you, Kye. Maybe I’ll visit again soon. I could use a vacation.” With a wink, she turned and exited the room. Kye watched the door close, and continued to glare at her, even though she was absent.
He was going to need a drink.
End Kye