Solo [Zastoska Bath House] A Task in Cleansing

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14 Summer 515 AV, 17th Bell

Swallowing hard Firenze walked toward the bathhouse. One of the girls that she worked with had given her directions toward the area. It sounded lovely and was sure she would enjoy it just about any other time. However, she was a little nervous this time because she was going to be meeting a client. He’d requested for a women to bathe him and the girls had said it might be one of the easier jobs to have for her first time going out. So… she took the job and now here she was standing in front of the towering building. Was it always this tall and looming or was it because her nerves were racing with excitement and a tinge of fear?

She wondered for a moment what the client might look like. He’d instructed for the girl to go in and wait for him and have everything ready. So as she made her way into the building she tried to run over the information that the girls had given her. Be polite. Make him feel special. Make sure that if he wants more than just a bath that he pays for it. Don’t do anything that would be against the law. That was an obvious one, of course she wouldn’t do anything like that. Do make sure he has a good time.

Fire hoped that she had everything right, her heart beat kicked up a little as she neared the entrance. Pulling the wooden door open and slipping inside, there was an attendant waiting. A young woman with short dark hair. She was greeted and offered a cup of tea, which she took graciously, thanking the woman.

“How may I be of service?” Serious eyes watched Firenze.

“I’m here to meet someone, they reserved a private bath. Name of… Smith.” She had almost forgotten the name that had been given to her. She really needed to learn to read at some point it would become difficult to remember everything about all the clients if she didn’t have some way to store the information other than in her memory.

Taking a sip of the tea, she hummed in appreciation at the taste. Never having tried it before it was quite the treat. Another sip, eyes watched as the assistant grabbed towels and small basket of scented soaps from behind the counter. She wondered if the man was picky about his baths and if it would be a regular thing or if this was just a luxury that he was affording himself.

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The woman didn’t speak much after she’d told her that she was meeting someone, the instructions already appeared to have been given. “This way,” the woman turned, items in hand and Firenze followed behind, tea cup still in hand. They made their way past a large pool, large pillars surrounding it holding up a balcony on the top. Windows cast Syna’s light and gave the water a brilliant blue hue, unlike the dark waters of the bay. Entering a hallway there was a line of doors on either side and she assumed that behind each were the areas with the private baths.

Coming to the 2nd door on the right, the woman unlocked it with a key and entered. She arranged the towels onto a chair that sat near the door, the basket of soaps placed just near the edge of the water on a small side table. Steps in the center led up to a half round bath cut out in one side of the room. A window streamed light in on the bathing area, but other than the small window it was fairly dark, with the exception of a few fat candles sitting around giving off a small glow. There were small tiles on the walls around the bath depicting a scene of people bathing, from what she could tell since some of them were missing.

Nerves made her palm start to sweat and she tried to hide it by placing her hands on her dress. She stepped to the side and waited for the woman to finish organizing the soaps and towels. The client hadn’t arrived yet and she wondered if she should stay dressed or get undressed and wait in the bath. The instructions that had been given to her didn’t specify.

Deciding that undressing while he was there might make things a bit more interesting for him, she left her dress on. She walked over to the water and sat on the edge, dipping a couple of fingers into the water to check the temperature. Surprisingly it was hot, barely visible wisps of steam rose from the surface.

As she waited, fingers swirling in the water, she inspected the area. Eyes roved the ceiling, the dome over the tub reflecting the light and bouncing it back onto the water gave the sole focus of the room onto the tub. She moved over to the soaps and held one to her nose, sniffing. It smelled like honey and something else she couldn’t quite put her thumb on, a musky strong scent. Perhaps an herb of some kind?

Placing it back into the basket a smile crept across her face, she liked that she was getting to enjoy such a luxury and not have to pay for it, that the client was covering the costs and she got to have the fun.

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Her head was turned toward the window, watching the dust motes float around in the rays as the door started to open. The creak of the door pulling her attention away. Her heartbeat kicked up and thundered against her ribs but her face held an impassive expression, not wanting to give her anxiety away.

Brown sandy hair came around the corner of the door, followed by a young and soft face. The man looked to be no older than eighteen, if maybe slightly older. Her eyes roved over him as she sat quietly on the edge of the tub. One long lanky leg crossed over the other, her hands resting neatly in her lap.

Eyes stared at her as she waited for him to finish entering the room and closing the door. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but it didn’t appear that he was unhappy about her appearance. A corner of her mouth lifted, relief flooded her and she relaxed slightly, glad that the client was closer to her age. The anxiety rushed back in, almost as though her emotions were on a tide, ebbing and flowing. Was she to his taste? Although she found him attractive it didn’t mean he found her to be so. Would he send her back if she wasn’t?

Golden eyes watched him as the door closed behind him. Standing she moved forward and closed her hands together in front. A smile still on her lips she could tell they were almost of the same height. She wasn’t sure what to say to him and thought back to Matthew and his rigged professionalism. Maybe if she was like that then it would help?

“I’m Firenze, I’ll be your company for the evening.”

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Standing a few feet from him she could smell the grease and sweat from working hard. The scent tingled her senses and intrigued her as to what his profession might be. He had a few streaks on his cheeks and clothing of dirt and grease but his hair was well maintained and that told Fire that he liked to keep his appearance up despite his job.

“I’m Donovan. It’s nice to meet you, Firenze,” he held a hand out to her and began to move over toward the chair that the towels were sat on. Shaking his hand quickly and giving him a smile she watched as he moved. She rushed over and grabbed the towels up before he leaned back on them and dirtied them.

As he began to undo his boots she realized that she should probably be doing that for him and sat the towels on top of the soaps on the table next to the bath. Leaning down, she rested her knees against the cold stone of the floor and began to unlatch his boots. “Let me do that for you, I’m sure you’ve had a long day.” Eyes glanced up to him and she gave him a quick smile and went back to working on how to undo the boots. Slipping the first off and setting to the task of the second one he leaned back against the chair, stretching his legs out.

Her mind raced trying to come up with some conversation that she could have with him. It took her a few chimes to come up with anything while her hands worked. Glancing back up Donovan’s head was tipped back, his hands latched behind his head and his eyes were closed. She wondered for a moment if she should bother him with conversation. Eyes glanced between the boots and his face a few times as she slipped the first one off and set it to the side.

Deciding to test the waters she asked a question, if he answered she’d continue the conversation, if not then she would assume he was not in the mood and leave it, “So… Donovan, what do you do?” Her eyes kept down, nimble fingers working the latches on the last boot. They sat in silence for a moment, but the hair on the back of her neck told her that eyes were watching her.

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Peaking up through her lashes, he was indeed watching her, a quizzical look on his face. Her face flushed as she turned her attention back to the task and wondered what he might be thinking.

Something touched the back of her head, startling her. She jumped back and looked up quickly to see that his hand was outstretched and he’d reached to stroke her.

“You’re new aren’t you,” a half smile crept onto his face and his eyes twinkled. Her face flushed deeper red with embarrassment and she chewed on the corner of her bottom lip. “Is it that obvious?” A chuckle passed between his parted lips, white teeth flashing.

“There are some things that give it away, but I think you’re doing a good job so far.” Sucking in air slowly, filling her lungs, she slowly blew it out trying to relax herself and calm her racing heart, the anxiety trying to creep in.

“What gives it away?”

“Well… most girls are already undressed and usually a little more… relaxed.”

“Sorry! I wasn’t sure what you would prefer. I thought you might... “ trailing off she pulled the second boot off with an oomph. “Might want to do it. Don’t men enjoy that?”

It was his turn for his cheeks to turn a tinge of red, the smile still spread across his face deepening, a small dimple in his chin showing, “I suppose they do.”

Slipping her fingers up under his trousers she reached for the edges of his socks and slid them down his calves, fingers brushing against smooth skin.

“Another reason I know…” leaning over, his face closer to hers as she glanced up, the first sock joining the boots. “Is because I usually undress myself," his reason coming out on a soft whisper, almost as though it were a secret.

“Oh.” Her hands paused in the middle of slipping the second sock off. “Do you want to do it?”

Another chuckle, “It’s okay, I’m rather enjoying myself.” He leaned back into the chair, eyes watching, a smirk on his face.

She finished pulling the sock off, tossing it to join it’s pair. Standing, her hands clasped in front of her, she directed him to stand. He followed the order and rose to his feet, their eyes almost at the same level. His dirty hair swept to the side neatly and blue eyes sparkled.

“You are enjoying this aren’t you,” she chastised teasingly as she undid the tie in his shirt, grabbing the bottom edges and pulling it up over his head as he raised his arms.

A muffled reply came, “It's a nice change.”

“Well, I must be doing my job then,” she laughed softly and tossed the shirt onto the chair that he’d just been sitting in. Her heart kicked up a notch as she realized all that was left to remove were his trousers and knickers. Head tipped down, her fingers shook slightly as she began to work at the laces.

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She could feel him staring at her as she worked. Once the last lace was finished and he stepped out of the garment, kicking it to the side, he motioned with his finger for her to turn around. It struck her odd for a moment that he might not want her to remove his undergarment but did as she was told anyway.

Turning, she faced the wall behind her, Donovan now at her backside. His fingers brushed her hair to the side, the loose braid lying against her shoulder. His calloused fingers brushed against her skin as he slid the sleeves down on her dress. The fabric pooled at her feet, her white lace undergarments were all that were left to protect her skin from the cool air in the room. Gooseflesh raised the hair on her arms that she kept as still next to her sides as she could, resisting the urge to cover herself.

His rough hands on her shoulders, he spun her back around and began working at the string that held the braid in place in her hair. Running his fingers through her hair, she watched as he tucked a strand behind her ear. The candle glow flickered across his skin as she waited. He didn’t move but just stood and stared as her a moment, eyes roving over her body.

The gooseflesh rose again on her skin as a shiver ran through her. “Should we go into the water now? I’m rather chilled and the water is warm and enticing.” Waving an arm behind her toward the tub, trying to direct him to the bath. Stepping back lightly, the stone cold against her feet, movements fluid, she made way for him to enter the tub first.

Donovan appeared to take the invitation as he stepped out of his undergarment and made his way to the tub and slipped into the water, it sloshed around a little as he leaned back against the side. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as his eyes closed briefly. She watched him for a moment and then moved to pick up a bar of soap off the table and a small cloth that was with the towels.

He patted the top of the water, a smirk on his face, as he watched her. Placing a foot on the bottom step her eyes flicked down quickly and back to his face. She couldn’t see much through the moving milky water, the mix of the heat and the bath oils giving him some cover.

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Almost forgetting that she still had her under things on she stepped back from the tub and quickly slid them off before quickly moving up the steps and into the hot water. It was a lot more warm than she had originally thought and her muscles quickly relaxed as the fluid moved around her. The scent of lavender and mint rose from the steam as she moved to place her back against the wall near him.

Dipping the soap into the water she slicked it and began moving it back and forth between her hands, gathering a lather. The soapy bubbles fell into the water as she watched him, his head leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, one could almost mistake him for being asleep.

Satisfied that the soap was well frothed she moved closer to Donovan and touched his bicep. An eye peeked open and he watched her as she moved the soap over his arm, trying to scrub him clean. “I know I’m a man and I’m supposed to like things rough but could you go a little easier? I’d like to be able to have some skin left when you’re finished,” he chuckled in a teasing manner.

Although she could tell that he was trying to be nice she dipped her head in embarrassment and gave a soft apology. Doing as she was told she lightened her touch and ran the soap more gently against his skin. She motioned for him to turn his back to her. The water ran over the side of the tub slightly as he moved into position.

Shifting, she placed a leg on either side of him, the width of him taking up most of the room in the tub. The soap left a trail of bubbles across his skin as she moved it over his shoulders and down his back. Once finished she set the bar on the side of the tub. Scooping water into her hands she lifted it up to his head and let the water run through her fingers onto his hair.

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By the time she got the water up to his head though there wasn’t much left and his hair hadn’t gotten that wet. Looking around she tried to find something to scoop the water into to dump it onto his head. She didn’t spot anything nearby that would be of use.

Chewing on her lip she tried to think of the best way that she could do this. Then an idea struck. Reaching forward she placed her hands on either shoulder, “Lean back a little if you could please.” Water flowed around him as she lead him, his back resting against her chest, he stretched his legs out in front of him. Shifting again she tried to move so that his weight wasn’t entirely squishing her against the tub.

Once satisfied that he was comfortable and that she could still move around well enough she scooped the water over his shoulders, clearing the soap. More water onto the back of his neck and then into his hair, slicking it back. She grabbed the soap and lathered it again in her hands, grabbing as much of the bubbles as possible. Setting it back, she moved her hands to his hair and began working a lather into his hair. It was a lot shorter than hers and the amount of bubbles that she had gathered was plenty to cover his head.

Fingers brushed his widows peak and pressed into his scalp, trying to massage the sensitive skin on his head as she worked in the soap. A soft groan escaped his lips, glancing past his nose to his full lips that were slightly parted, his chest rose and fell slowly. Eyes closed, his head leaned back on her, the soapy water just touching the bottom of his hair on the nape of his neck.

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His hand brushed against her leg under the water and startled her, she willed herself to relax. Continuing his movement he rubbed her leg as she began scooping water onto his head and rubbing the soap out. Working her way from the front to the back. Grabbing the bar again she rubbed it over the skin on his neck and ears gently, reaching over she used her other hand to tip his head to the side slightly and work the soap into his skin. Instead of scrubbing harder to try to clean him she moved her hand so that she gave more pressure as though massaging the skin while still trying to get enough friction to clean.

“Is this better?” She hoped that she was doing it right, it was really hard to judge on how it might feel for him. Sure, she’d bathed herself plenty of times and she preferred a rough cleanse to really clear away the grime of the day, but then she also knew how hard to clean without it hurting. It was harder with him because she couldn’t feel the pressure, only that of what she was applying, not receiving.

He gave a nod and the water bobbed as his head did, answering her question, “Very good.” His other hand began to rub the leg she had resting on the other side of him. It made her nervous, her heartbeat kicked up and she was afraid that he’d be able to feel the thundering of it.

Washing the soap from his neck and ears, she reached around and slowly rubbed the soap in circles across his chest and down his abs, careful to not dip too far below the water. She couldn't reach any further than about a quarter of the way down his thigh as she worked. Scrubbing his hips and sides, very awarely avoiding a certain area.

Moving the soap from one hand to the other, she shifted and began the same task on the other side of his body. Moving it from his chest down along his side and onto his thigh and back up again.

“Would you mind turning around? So I could rub your legs and feet better,” she scooped water onto his chest and wiped away the soap as she asked. He shifted, pulling his legs up underneath him and standing, baring himself for the world to see as he stood up and turned around. Water sluiced off his skin with the gravity, splashing back into the tub. She shifted her eyes quickly away as he turned and the view of his rear end turned into quite another interesting view.

She caught herself after averting her eyes not, wanting to be rude to be rude and make him feel like she wasn’t attracted to him, so she turned her eyes up toward his face instead, trying to ignore what was clearly in front of her before he sank back down into the water. He’s quite proud of that isn’t he. A smile turned up his lips and he had a look that he knew exactly what he did and was quite proud of himself, as though trying to show off.

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Reaching for his foot under the water as he stretched his leg out she brought it up, closing her knees together and resting his leg on top of hers. Working the soap along his leg and back down toward his foot, his skin unusually smooth, perhaps from having to wear trousers all the time and rubbing against his skin.

There was some hair but it was fine and sparingly, unlike some men who might be covered with thick coarse hair. She quite liked the way it looked. Her task continued down and back to his foot again where she rubbed the soap, setting it off the side and then working in the suds. Her thumb brushing the bottom of his foot on the soft spot he jumped back a little, trying to pull his foot back from the touch, water splashing over the sides of the tub.

A muffled aagh was heard as he pulled back. Unable to help herself she started to chuckle, a hand covering her mouth hiding her smile. He glared over with narrow eyes and a crooked smile, “That’s funny huh?” His grin widened and he shoved water in her direction, splashing, the water plastering hair to her face.

A laugh escaped between lips as though unable to be contained, her eyes turned up at the corner, a hand pressing harder into her mouth as the giggles spilled around her fingers. The situation of this strong man sitting in a tub with her being ticklish just struck her oddly funny and she couldn’t help but laugh.

He splashed her again and laughed with her. Grinning she scooped her hand and pushed the water at him. The water didn’t go near as far as when he’d done it but it did the trick of spraying his face and chest. Wiping at his eyes he tried to see through the water as he continued his attack, his chest shaking with laughter. She returned the assault as best she could unable to see which direction that the water was flying.

She felt the hands grasp her arms, but it was too late to react as they pulled her under the water. Coming up, her face broke the surface as she sputtered. Chuckling was heard as she opened her eyes to see Donovan bent in laughter, his hand holding his stomach.

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