れモ尺工ちち丹 (serpentined) wrote in summerview, @ 2018-12-18 14:43:00 |
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Stepping into the spa, Timpani immediately relaxed. The entry was so soothing and welcoming, she had no doubt that feeling would only increase as she went deeper into the space for treatments. Lennox hadn’t said what she would be getting, just that his friend Nessa had some things planned and she should enjoy herself. She had no doubt that she would. It seemed like Lenny had done his dutiful friend duty and recommended fresh meat to the spa - his roommate, who was pregnant. Or fake pregnant. Cursed and pregnant? Nerissa didn’t really ‘get’ the whole situation but she figured that she’d find out more once her new client arrived. She had a few options in mind for either situation - baking a little person versus not baking a little person - so it would be interesting no matter what. And the ultimate in pampering and just taking a little ‘me’ time, which she advocated for pretty much everyone. “Hey!” she greeted, coming out from the back wearing her ‘uniform’ - it was just black pants and a loose black top made of comfy, cozy cotton, silky hair pulled up into a ponytail. And makeup, of course - a soft, rosy smokey eye. She believed in accentuating her best features. “You must be Timpani? Lenny’s roommate, right? I’m Nerissa.” “I am,” she offered her hand to the woman with a smile, “Thanks for doing this. Lennox is an amazing friend,” she had actually dreaded the roommate idea when she’d first heard it, not that she had had a lot of other options, but Lennox was truly a wonderful person and she was so grateful to him and to everyone. Timpani’s outfit was similar to Nerissa’s, with heather grey leggings and a roomy mauve sweater with soft boots. Uggs might be ugg-ly, but they were warm, soft and made her feet happy so she wore them anyways. “You probably have a form thing for me to fill out, right?” she asked, getting to the heart of things, “I don’t know if it includes, um, weird stuff, but I’m not actually pregnant. I just look it. And feel it. So no need to worry about harming whatever. Yay curse?” Ness shook the blonde’s hand; when she smiled, there were those long, glistening teeth - snake fangs, helpful syringes to inject her venom. “A form? Nah, we’re good,” Nerissa waved that off - all she needed to know was whether or not Timpani was really pregnant - and she wasn’t, so. Awesome? “I make most everything for treatments myself, so it’s all-natural and unless you have weird-ass allergies, nothing should react badly. But damn, how the fuck did you get into this situation?” she asked (no doubt Lennox had warned her about his sea serpent friend’s brashness), motioning her to the back room, lit by soft candlelight and scented lightly thanks to the calming aromatherapy from essential oils. There, she had everything set up for a body scrub - and everyone loved those. Hell, even Zander poo-poo’ed it at first but he was still reaping the benefits of baby-soft skin, thanks. “I bet you’re kind of achy and your skin is itchy?” Nerissa guessed. “Maybe dry?” The snake teeth were...offputting, but Timpani didn’t say anything. That would be rude. She trusted that Nerissa would keep them to herself and all would be good. “No allergies,” Timpani assured her, following deeper into the spa. She liked the dim lighting as her eyes adjusted, “and I slept with the wrong guy. I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. Or that she was a literal witch. Not that my ignorance mattered,” unfortunately. She acknowledged she shouldn't have done it, but she also never would have if she had known he had a girlfriend. She did not understand women who punished women for men’s mistakes. “Achy, yeah. Not as dry as I was, but winter isn’t doing any favours,” when her stomach was growing, the dryness had been terrible, but now it seemed to have sort of steadied out. Of course, the weather didn’t help anything. “What do you need me to do?” “Winter always makes the skin dry,” Nerissa nodded. “Gotta slough off those dead cells. I’ve got the special table for ya - “ She patted it, and it was clearly the one that had cushions that could be taken out and put back in, all in strategic places, for pregnant women. There was no bun in the oven, but the blonde gal obviously still had a third trimester belly going on there. Geez. “Just get naked for me and lay on your back for now, with the towel covering your naughty bits if you’re shy - some are, some aren’t. I’ll set everything up.” She turned away in case Timpani wanted privacy to disrobe, and mixed her oceanic concoction - it was a different kind of scrub than the one she used on Zander, since men and women had different skin textures; Timpani was already a lot softer, and Nerissa wouldn’t slough off as much. But it was a peppermint scrub - for the holiday season, sure, and because peppermint was great at soothing sore muscles. The seaweed in the mixture (her special touch) would purify and rejuvenate skin. “The one who did this to you though sounds like a real bitch though,” she observed. “Traitor to the gender.” Nerissa understood being angry, but it was cruel to harshly punish the ‘other woman’ when it was the man who was a lying sack of shit in that situation. “You talk to any of the witches in town yet, about removing that curse?” “I’ve talked to several and more that were quacks,” Timpani explained as she disrobed, folding her clothing and setting it on a nearby chair. She wasn’t a fan of her body right now, but as things went, it could be worse. Still, body modesty wasn’t something she had much of ever, “No one has a had a clue and nothing’s worked. Nothing’s gotten worse either, so there’s that,” she signed getting up on the table with a soft grunt of effort. It just wasn’t easy to move in a lot of ways. Making herself comfortable, she lay back, “Can I lay on my side or something?” she asked, the weight of her middle affected her breathing if she lay on her back too long. “Of course, whatever makes you comfy,” Nerissa said. “The shower is right above you and when it’s time, the warm water just kind of cascades down so you don’t have to move. Okay, let’s do this thing.” She had the body scrub all set - it had kind of a verdant tint to it, thanks to the seaweed - and it smelled really damn amazing, in Nerissa’s view. Opened up the sinuses and just invigorated you. With clean hands, she began applying the scrub once Timpani was all settled how she wanted to be. Starting with the neck and shoulders, working her way down with a soothing touch to gently slough off dead skin and work the kinks out of muscle a little. “I guess it’s hard finding a decent witch in this town,” she wrinkled her nose in thought. “Still, maybe at least one can tell you if that shit wears off. I dunno. What about if the witch who cast it dies? Want me to kill her?” That was said with a grin, but it was a serious offer. Naturally. The scrub was rough, almost too much so, but felt so good at the same time. Nerissa seemed to have a sixth sense about when to scrub vigorously and when only the lightest touch was needed and Timpani felt herself relaxing more than she thought she would as the treatment progressed. Getting comfortable and staying that way was difficult at best most of the time and likely worse if actually pregnant. Of course, then there was an end date and a baby for the troubles. “You’re not the first to offer to kill her,” Timpani was amused by all the offers, not taking any of them seriously. After all, who would kill one stranger for another? That was not how people actually were, not in her world. It was all hyperbole. “But no, thank you. I’m not a fan of being cursed, but I do not want responsibility for her death either. She’s a person and all that. I assume she has a family and others that would miss her and be angry over her murder and that just perpetuates violence and hate.” She’d had time to think on this subject. Oh, damn, Nerissa could have used a snack. Eating humans was literally her thing - just one bitch (no doubt bony and not very substantial) wouldn’t be satisfying, but if she could do a girl a solid then why not. “I guess,” she sighed dramatically - maaaaybe that was true; we just couldn’t go around perpetuating violence and hate, not like shitty humans ever did that. Or, fine. They could be the better people. Perhaps. “In my sea serpent form it’d be easy,” she added. “But it’s cool if you don’t want to go that route. The good thing about it is that you’ve got people looking out for you?” She was sliding and gliding along skin with expert hands (she’d been doing this awhile), doing her best to ease pain and discomfort. Once she got Timpani all exfoliated, then she’d rinse and apply lotion. “I don’t know how many sea serpents there are in Ohio!” Timpani giggled, “You might stick out. Or people will think you’re a college mascot. Either way,” it really could go either way and it would be hilarious regardless. “Oh, this is lovely,” she shifted carefully onto her other side, taking what felt like forever to get comfortable so the lovely woman could do her other side. It wouldn’t be right to only exfoliate half of her! What a good little client - she shifted without Nerissa having to explicitly tell her to, and that just made her job all the easier. “We sea serpents are kind of rare,” she chuckled huskily, continuing on - back and sides and arms and legs. Feet too. The poor girl’s tootsies must be killing her, being that top heavy all the time. “Mostly we keep to the ocean. But then some like me just love being on land too much.” At first she hadn’t been crazy about it, but she learned to appreciate what could be found up on the surface as opposed to the deep, deep dive that was her home. “Now here comes the rinse - warm water, it should feel like a pleasant little rainstorm,” she added, turning on the Vichy shower. It was a light, gentle spray. She didn’t want to drown her clients, after all. “Lotion comes next. You prefer any particular scent or are you good with unscented?” “Unscented or something really mild...and not floral,” Timpani replied, allowing the water to run down her body in rivulets unimpeded. It felt perfect, warm without being too hot, good pressure without stinging, Nerissa was truly a goddess amongst spa estheticians. And maybe sea serpents. “I’d imagine that you need the sea, too. Being sea serpent and all. None of those in Ohio, unless you count the great lakes, which....eh. Lake.” “Yep, true that,” Nerissa nodded, unscrewing the cap on her tube of unscented seaweed lotion - that was the best bet and besides, it had a really fresh feel to it. Totally hydrating and good for sensitive skin. “I have my beach house by the sea, I’m kind of drawn to it. Every once and awhile I need the rejuvination. Can’t stay on land all the time, sadly.” She’d never tested her limits but really had no desire to do so - she just slunk into the loving embrace of the ocean when she needed to, and returned to town when she felt like. Easy peasy, right? “How’s this?” she asked, working her fingers over where she’d just exfoliated, applying the lotion and working out any last muscle kinks she could. “I gotta say though, you’re looking nice and smooth there, babycakes.” “Amazing,” Timpani groaned, “Marry me. Or wait, eh, sure,” she possibly shouldn’t be so free with her requests for marriage, but she wasn’t serious and hopefully Nerissa understood that. And if not, well, having a sea serpent for a wife couldn’t be any weirder than being cursed, right? How did she get into this mess....oh, yeah. This was exactly how. She needed to be a lot more discerning about her bed partners. Nerissa snorted a laugh, not expecting a marriage proposal - even if it was in jest. Hey, it was her first one, she’d remember it always. “Tempting, and we’d figure out how to remove that curse so we wouldn’t be limited in terms of positions,” she cackled. Yeah, when you were that pregnant you pretty much had to be on top or be hit from the back. She was dirty. Her mind went there. Hey, it was kind of funny. “But my gargoyle lover might object,” she added, standing up straight from where she’d been lotioning up Not-Really-Preggers here. “Alright, all finished! No rush if you just want to chill for a bit.” Sometimes it took a minute to get the muscles moving again after all that relaxation. “Oh, I’ve figured them all out by now,” Timpani reassured her, “but I would support curse removal regardless. And I would never come between you and your lover. That’s rude and I am very glad you brought it up so I don’t make a bigger fool of myself,” she tried not to blush, but it was difficult given her fair skin. Her colouring meant that everything showed in vivid detail. Stretching like a cat (which was easy with her height), Timpani didn’t immediately get up, “Yeah, give me a minute,” she agreed, getting some movement into her joints before attempting to sit up. “That was amazing. Thank you.” Nerissa simply snickered a little, finding the blushing kinda cute - there wasn’t any need to be embarrassed, she knew her human form was nice to look at and definitely didn’t care about people noticing. Zander got hit on all the time at work anyway, no doubt. “No problem, happy to help,” she said with actual cheer. No snark present there, damn, what was happening to her? Maybe it was the glow of love or some shit. It softened her rough edges, made her tone sound friendlier and not like she’d just licked a rusty razor. She washed her hands at the sink in the room, beginning to tidy up. “Come back anytime, ya hear?” |