れモ尺工ちち丹 (serpentined) wrote in summerview, @ 2018-10-14 21:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | zander brutus, znerissa drake |
i met a girl on halloween
Who: Nerissa and Zander
What: Having convinced a gargoyle to get an exfoliating skin treatment, pampering happens
Where: The spa
When: Early Sunday morning, before the sun comes up
Zander was hardly of the mind that he really needed all of this ‘spa’ treatment. But it was Nerissa’s job so he supposed he should respect that and take her word on it. Even if most of her words were tongue in cheek, which, he could tolerate better than some of the more annoying people that would talk on and on at the bar. What he really wanted was to get rid of the ache in the middle of his back. He’d done more flying and shifting between his forms. He’d gone a lifetime without doing half or whole or a mix at all so frequently. Sooner or later his humanesque form would get frail against the strain of having wings and claws sprouting when needed. Typical. When the final customer had left the bar and everything was wiped to perfection Zander grabbed his bag, locking up the bar and walking down to the spa. He’d be a little late--he wasn’t about to ask Maeve to leave early for something that wasn’t border patrol. Much less getting a bloody massage. To no surprise the door swung open, after he’d knocked, and let out an array of aromas that made his nostrils flare. But Zander shouldered his bag that held...literally all of his possessions--phone, wallet, and spare clothes and shoes. He didn’t need anything else. Normally he’d leave it hidden on a rooftop where he planned to perch for the day in hiding but since he didn’t know how the ‘morning’ would go, he kept it with him. Staring at the assorted lotions, perfumes, and atmosphere it already made his skin crawl. But he kept still. “How do you not get a headache from all these smells?” “You get used to it,” Nerissa replied, having let Zander inside when she saw him approaching in the dead of night, ungodly early morning hour. To her, the spa had kind of a lush, botanical scent - it was something that followed her home after a long day. And she didn’t even really notice much anymore. “Come on back with me, honey.” She decided that a sea salt scrub followed by a Vichy shower - which didn’t require getting up and going into a tub, but instead the client laid there on a wet table while the water cascaded down, it was heavenly - would be best for her gargoyle pal here. Ness wasn’t a massage therapist, but she was talented with her hands and would work at the muscles while applying the scrub and the lotion after. It would feel good and help him not be so tense and sore, she was sure of it. Once in the private back room, lit by the soft glow of candlelight, she offered Zan a towel. “Get naked but drape this over that ass. You’re gonna want to lie on your stomach at first.” She then made a show of twirling on her heel, facing the wall so he could strip and not have her staring with those reptilian eyes of hers. Yes, he would get used to it. The smells of the bar and all of its inhabitants were a little overwhelming at first, but he learned to ignore it. Unless someone smelled extremely despicable. He would tell them to bathe, immediately. But it was easy to trace the scent of what Rissa usually smelled of now. A hint of this place. Bright blue eyes normally hidden in the darkness or dim light scanned the entirety of the environment she led him to. His eyes fell to the candlelight, a faint memory of the Chapel grounds that always held the glow of candles or torches. Something that used to make him feel comfortable that now only brought back horrible memories. Zander snapped back to attention when she instructed him on what to do, his eyes narrowing in the slightest as he tossed his bag into the corner of the room and began to strip down with a hefty grunt. He didn’t really get the ‘decency’ of clothing, seeing as in his normal form he was never in clothes. Shifting in and out...he was mostly naked. But once laying on his stomach, ass covered he sighed, already regretting this. Dying naked, ass up, in a spa. Part of him worried he’d break her little table thing. Obviously, Gargoyles were naturally just..heavy. “I think you like this job because of how vulnerable you get everyone.” Nerissa snorted, dryly amused. “Considering all the nasty things I’ve seen, it’s a wonder I even still put up with this job. I don’t even think about the vulnerability anymore. But I’m glad I held out this long, because it’s worth it all to see you without clothes,” she grinned - and proved that the table was plenty sturdy, because she was up on it too a second later, a knee on either side of him. Not her standard operating procedure, but what the hell? For Zan, she’d straddle him. Her black shirt and top, the esthetician’s uniform, wasn’t particularly sexy - nor was the bouncy ponytail she had her hair in for the sake of practicality - but it wasn’t like she could do this in a negligee. It might make Zander suspicious. “Just try and relax, you’re here to be pampered. So how was the bar?” she asked, unscrewing the top of the canister that held her handmade sea salt scrub - it also had coconut oil and other essential oils, a nice combo of bergamot and chamomile; both kinds had a calming aroma. Lavender was used on others but she thought for a dude it might make him smell too much like his grandma’s flower garden, so she avoided that. She started at his shoulders, massaging the salt scrub mixture and letting it seep into skin. Gargoyle skin. Huh, she’d never done this on gargoyle before, but even they needed to be exfoliated, she was sure of it. “Didja get a lot of tips?” Again, all he could do was narrow his eyes and grunt. Typical Nerissa. He was listening to what she had said though, as usual ever the observer--and was confused given how much she spoke of her job but instead gripped the table when she was straddling his back. Yes. Very suspicious, he even turned his head around to look at her as if there were any question, but sighed and laid back down again. She wasn’t going to kill him with her sea salts and other strong scented crap she was about to muddy him up with. Zander actually growled lightly when she got to his shoulders, only because he’d worked so long and had been so tense, still adjusting to this form and other things. Having someone actually get into those muscles and release the toxins grit his teeth. Normal skin as it were in this form, tattooed in a similar fashion to where the carvings in his back and torso would be, along with old writings he and his brother would get back when they believed in their purpose… But he was a big boy, and took a breathe before answering her. “Slow, thankfully.” His eyes squinted shut, trying to remember the ‘relax’ thing. Rissa wasn’t being rough, he just wasn’t used to it. Any sort of pain in this form that had hardly ever been used. “Some actually have a job to do tomorrow I suppose...There weren’t many tips so I let the servers have them. I don’t have as much a need for it.” The abrasiveness of the sea salt was meant to remove dead skin cells but it also helped to cleanse pores, balance oil production, and stave off bacteria - she was gentle with the salt, but generous with her fingers. Meaning, Nerissa really dug in to loosen knots and smooth over the tension - he might feel a little tender and sore after this, but ultimately refreshed and pretty good. She knew what she was doing. And she did like her job - someone with a macabre sense of humor such as herself really did delight in sharing the grosser stories too, so hey. Guilty of that. “You let the servers have the tips? That’s sweet of you,” she said, working down his arms - one at a time, hands, fingers (she did have to hop off for a minute but was perched on Zander again after that). Then came the back, rubbing those muscles, and his sides. The ink was cool, she definitely liked the tattoos. “I always knew you were kind of a teddy bear,” she purred at him, having to bend lower to reach the intercostal muscles - by the ribcage, basically - chest puppies pressed to his back before she straightened up again. No, she wouldn’t involve her tits in most any other sea salt exfoliation - hell, most of the men she touched, she could be wearing a flannel robe and Ugg boots and they’d still pop a boner the first three seconds of the application - but this was a special treatment. “I don’t have rent to pay, mind you,” he sighed out in relief as she moved away from his shoulders to give them a bit of a break. Maybe there was something to this. If she were another Gargoyle he might have asked her to crack one of his wings for him but that was a bit much. He’d do it himself later. Instead he was contending with being called a teddy bear. Yes, he was just so soft and squeezable. Zander pulled his hand away only once out of reflex. Aside from the whole massage thing there wasn’t a lot of touching going on aside from the run of the mill handshake. The last people who touched him were trying to kill him with a sledgehammer. With time he stopped tensing and relaxed at her touch. He was reluctant to offer this much trust usually but he’d known her long enough. And her knowing a big weakness from him probably garnered that. “You said you put up with this job. I thought you liked it.” A small whimper as she got to his ribcage, but it wasn’t unpleasant, he just didn’t expect it. The warmth of her hands and closeness wasn’t so awful either….dammit. He’d have to tell her she was right, later. “You aren’t happy here?” “I do like it. I’ve been doing it awhile, but yeah, I still like it,” she said, having to hop off Zander again (he was a large mass of a person and she...was not; her human-looking mask was only 5’8 which paled in comparison to the sixty foot monstrous sea serpent) to get to the rest of him. Legs, feet, all that sea salt rubbed in and taking off the dead skin. Sooooo refreshing. “I mean, I’ve seen some nasty stuff, and sometimes the men say gross things - but overall I don’t really want to do anything else.” If he wanted examples, she’d gladly provide. Ness had experienced enough bullshit to fill a Reddit page with all her esthetician stories. She gave his bum a love tap when she needed him to move. “Turn over, handsome, I’m not looking.” The towels could be slippery and if he was worried about potential dick flashing, rest assured she was busy in the corner mixing the next batch of sea salt scrub. His feet and hands definitely needed that scrub. They held most of his weight and were not soft as a baby’s arse to be sure. Even if this wasn’t the form to take to be perching, unless he needed to, Zander didn’t wear shoes and there was plenty to wander along all the while keeping the bridge. It was harder to move than he thought it would be. She’d actually lulled him comfortably as he was, but the gargoyle turned over, sitting up, towel safely over his lap. “Looking?” Again with the nude modesty. Maybe it was a thing she kept in mind for the clients who didn’t have to shift and were more or less naked all of the time… Zander rolled his shoulders with a content sigh, watching her work in the corner and trying to sniff out the mixtures. Her playful gimmicks were only as surprising as her stories. He knew well enough she’d taken care of any man or woman who made comments she didn’t care for. “What did you do before? Before here.” Was she always hiding in plain sight? Most of the others did. The open world wasn’t so new to them as it was to him. Nerissa had the exfoliant in hand - she used the other hand, just the index finger, to playfully ‘push’ at Zander. “Lie back,” she instructed, and when he was where she needed him she went for the bold straddling again. But it was the best vantage point to get to his chest and abdomen, that was her excuse and she was sticking to it. Looking like she was about to ride him, thighs giving his hips a hug, was purely professional. Ha. “Before here?” She had to think about it for a second, as she gently scrubbed at the front part of his shoulders, down across his collarbone. And she’d do her best not to get distracted with all these ab muscles - instead she’d just follow the path provided, the v-shape of his hips. Om nom nom. “I lived with my family - we lived in rifts and caves, traveling yet staying hidden in them. We’d leave when we needed to eat though. We’d find food - calves, lambs, pigs. Or just stick with sea nettles. Sometimes people.” Her eyes glittered mischievously. Ah, those were the days - lifting up like a looming column out of the water, hungry and insatiable, attacking humans. Attacking ships. There was good reason to fear sea beasts - she would know. “But then we decided it might be good to band with other supernaturals. And learn to live on land, in case humanity fucked the oceans for good - which they seem to be doing.” She needed to rejuvenate in the sea occasionally, but for the most part her human skin was easier and easier to wear. “What about you?” she asked. “What did you do?” Professional indeed. Zander knew what he was getting himself into when he was agreeing to this..more or less. He did not expect the mounting as he was sure that was not such a regularly practiced function of the job. He could only give her a look before closing his eyes when she got to his shoulders again, ugh. Next time (shit, yes next time), he’d just have her beat up his back and shoulders. None of this over the top mess. But he agreed to this so he’d let her do her job. Some people talked about how life was before at the bar. Sometimes it was sad, other times it was great, for them. Alcohol brought out a lot of truth to whatever emotion they were experiencing. Zander listened because he was the quiet observer and that was how he was used to learning. They usually tried to get him to talk but he was there to work, and he did not trust every Tom Dick or Harry that walked into the bar. Nerissa was not. She was his friend? Regardless, there was enough trust to lay there naked and let her exfoliate his skin for Christ’s sake. But her life sounded grand actually. Zander was picturing it in his mind, eyes open on the ceiling so he wasn’t staring her down as she worked. Though he glanced back at her when she asked about him. He hummed, thinking on what to tell. She had been honest with him, presumably, and already knew his weakness. “I guarded the Merton Chapel College with my clan, back in Oxford.” It explained his accent though it wasn’t quite so poignant, more gruff, but there all the same. “Everything we knew we learned from the words spoken inside the walls, the courtyard, and between the small hours the students actually went to bed..” Few and far between, it was college after all. “We would take turns, leaving our perches to remain unnoticed...my brother and I only ventured as far as the neighboring town, sometimes blending in with the students. We guarded the students all day and all night for centuries. We loved them. And for some time I thought they cared for us as well.” Zander swallowed and closed his eyes. “As much as they clung to their God and his book, once they saw my cousin capture a spirit...they seemed to forget all any sense at all.” Nerissa enjoyed the accent, it suited him - she didn’t have one, really. Or at least, she sounded like everyone in this area did - the humans. It was the best way to fit in while on land. “That’s usually how it goes, I think,” she spoke up once she’d ingested everything. There was a lot of info, but she was glad to hear it - when she felt like it, she could definitely be an attentive sort of person, and she gave good advice. Again, when she could be arsed to do such a thing. “With the Sky Daddy and his book - people become...illogical. They’re so willing to rely on something that has no proof, no evidence. They destroy whatever they need to, all in His name. I don’t know why - probably because they’re missing something in their own lives, and cling to the superficial feelings Sky Daddy gives them.” That was her observation - wrong or right, who knew, but there was no way she’d give in to such nonsense. Hopping off Zander again, she observed his nicely salted body. Boy, he sure was looking like a snack right now. Literally. “This is how I like my humans,” she added, leaning down and teasingly setting her teeth on his jawline - she didn’t bite, of course, because she was venomous. She gave him a smack of a kiss instead - kiss, kiss, kiss. “All seasoned with salt. Makes them tasty. But alright, we’ll rinse you now - feel free to keep the towel there, you just have to flip over when I say.” She turned on the shower - it was a light stream, not a full on blast, and the warm water was poured all over him as she scrubbed off the exfoliant. Revealing new, revitalized skin! Ooh, ahh! “How are you feeling? It’s nice, right?” He huffed lightly, letting the memory fade away again and merely quoting the proclaimed sky daddy for a point of closing. At least, it was the only closure Zander had gotten. “For those who are evil will be destroyed…” Pslam 37: 9. And he did destroy them. With the same sledgehammer they used to destroy his life. The gargoyle squinted when she pecked at his jaw. Not because of her teasing but because he really was salty. Ick. The warm water felt nice, really. The whole thing did. Zander just couldn’t bring himself to tell her how much, least she get exceptionally smug. “Like my mother is giving me a bath,” he snorted, the corner of his lips turning ever so slightly. But she deserved the truth after all she was doing. He certainly wouldn’t be fondling strangers. “Yes, it’s...lovely, really. The salt is not my favorite. But the stiffness is gone.” “I hope your mother didn’t ogle you like I am,” Nerissa smirked. “Just wait til it’s all washed off - your skin will feel a lot better,” she promised, and she could see how getting scrubbed with salt wouldn’t feel pleasant at the time but it was the aftermath that would be worth the weird sensations. “This will help too.” This was a tube of lotion, one of her other concoctions. First she toweled him off (because you didn’t want to put lotion on wet skin, ew), then squeezed some magic potion onto her hands for warming friction before applying it to her salty gargoyle. Well, he wasn’t so salty anymore - still looked like a snack though. “It’s unscented, made of seaweed and other vitamins and minerals. But it’ll get you smooth like a baby’s ass.” Especially on those feet, geez. Since he was sensitive about his shoulders now that the blocks of concrete had been blasted away, she avoided those - besides, it gave her an extra excuse to rub lotion all on his abs and his back and...lower back. Nom. “There we go,” she announced, capping the lotion. “And done before the sunrise.” “You’re a hopeless flirt, darling,” Zander chuckled on his side as she made with the lotioning. Now this felt much better. For someone who felt agitated about touch, there was no contempt here. He even purred a little once she got to his back. It made him sleepy. Good thing he only had to find a place to perch and sleep for the day. “That’s it?” He was surprised as he sat up, but did suppose...how long had he been here for. Well then. There would be no more chuffing at her attempts to get him to come. Zander would definitely make sure to come back when he ached again. Rissa had gentle hands that knew just what to do. Without much apprehension about the “oh no don’t look” he got up from the table to grab his pants from the chair he’d thrown them on, tugging everything back to place. All said and done he turned back to face her, a small smile on his face. “I feel...really good. Thank you. Um, how much did all that cost?” Well, damn, if Nerissa had known he was so blasé about being naked, she'd have avoided the towel for modesty entirely. Mmmmm. That was a view, until the pants came back on. "See, I told you that you'd like it. Anytime you need some more feel-goodness, you know where to find me," she said. As for how much it cost, that was a different matter entirely. "Hmm, let's see. Your bill is just one of these - " She rose up on her toes and kissed him, her hands following his form as she did, dragging her nails over the intricate carving of hip bones because she decided she liked this part best. Though maybe she'd change her mind once she saw Zan's wings. "And you have to return the favor with the lotion sometime," she grinned deviously. "I want to see how good your hands are." Hey, no one ever pampered her. It might be a fun switch. He lightly rolled his eyes, “Yes yes, you told me so. I’ll come back to see you again next time I need it.” Of course he has to say so, he was no liar and she deserved credit where it was due. Zander froze and stiffened as she kissed him, a small groan as her hands traveled along his torso. She couldn’t have done this to all her clients, even in jest, surely. “My hands are rough and I’m no expert in this,” He finally muttered out, tongue peaking out to lick his lips as the Gargoyle decided maybe there was more to the Serpent than he thought. No. “You’re being facetious, yes?” The Gargoyle hadn’t even noticed he hadn’t moved since she touched him. “Of course not,” she assured, pleased by the rumbling groan she’d managed to elicit from him. Nerissa hadn’t moved either, fingertips tracing lines of ab muscle before hooking in those pants she was disappointed Zander put back on. “I like it rough.” Oh yes, she surely did. In fact, he was welcome to rub her down with strong, manly hands and read the phone book to her (did phone books even still exist?) in that delightful accent of his. That sounded like a recipe for a fun evening plus wet knickers if she ever heard one. She fluttered dark, feather-duster lashes and looked down through them - a compelling sort of glance as she debated what she’d do next. Dropping all her clothes now and presenting herself for his hands seemed to be an option - but it was close to sunrise, and he’d have to take his stone form soon. “Rain check,” she purred before stepping away. “Of course you do,” He said with a shake of his head, and yet, still letting her touch him. It was part because he was curious of her actions and the other because..he was enjoying it. Internally his instincts were still wary but either way, she had his trust. And his interest. Zander wondered if all Serpents were as sensual as Rissa, or if that was part of her charm. Rain check, a term used that meant for another time. Patrons liked to try and use it as a means of payment at the bar. “Goodnight darling. Thanks again.” And he meant it, he really felt better. He may even sleep well that day. Zan flashed her a small smile before scooping up his bag to leave and find a safe place to perch for the day. His serpent friend giving him much to ponder on. |