[The Red Room] All These Scaly Things [Job]

by **Xen** on April 30th, 2014, 12:51 am

‘‘Spring 20, 514 A.V.’’

In the early morning hour—Xen sat quietly in the Red Room, waiting for someone to ask for his services. He had awakened from a good and long slumber not too long ago and was ready to start his first day on the job right. Xen observes the luminescent red stone room, its glow still fascinating him even now. He stands to his feet and checks the massage beds: one was dry and comfortable while the other felt slightly damp. Xen did not want to waste towels on the moist table and thought of another solution to his problem—reimancy.

He concentrates on his inner djed, allowing his desire to flow into the energy that made up and sustained his life. Xen then brings his focus to the palm of his left hand and guides the djed to it. He was able to maintain his concentration even after the djed reaches his palm: a feat he struggled with before. Xen felt a sensation akin to static upon his skin. He could feel the flow of djed within his body, waiting for a command.

Xen then places his sights on the water coating the massage bed with res levitating over the palm of his hand. He attracts the element to his res and watches as fine droplets of water float towards the palm of his hand. Xen watches as the water encircles his hand and mixes with the res he held within his grasp. Reimancy was amazing to him. It allowed him to perform many miraculous deeds. He could make water levitate in the air and touch it without the worry of it slipping through his fingers. Xen then casts the water he collected from the bed onto the floor and was done.

The art of magic was amazing and if he was only scratching the surface, would he be capable of moving oceans later on? Xen was in awe at the thought and almost loses his train of thought for a moment. He glides his free hand along the massage bed. Xen could feel only partial dryness and believes that what he had done was enough to help it dry completely. He checks the rest of the Red Room, making sure that everything was in order. The place was flawless, as expected of Kihlissorayls and her weird habit for perfection.

Xen turns around to notice a big female constrictor slithering into the Red Room. She had an odd color to her. Xen hadn’t seen this kind of constrictor before, carrying bright patches of banana yellow with just a dash of pink on her scales. The oddest thing was that she was in snake form and avoids making eye contact with him. Xen brushes the constrictors weirdness to the side and helps her onto the massage table.

‘‘My name iss Ksssen. I will be your massseusse and how may I asssist you thisss fine morning?’’

Xen spoke with a calm and smooth tone of voice. He was trying to make his customer, the female constrictor, comfortable with his presence. Xen stood next to the constrictor, patiently awaiting her response and notices that she wasn’t as responsive as he thought she would be. He walks around the table to see what had her attention but she turns her head away from him again. Xen began to smile: he could tell that she was too shy to admit what she wanted, reminding him of a certain hot-headed viper.

‘‘I’ll be over here, if you need ssomething—call me.’’

Xen finishes his sentence with a polite smile and walks over to the other massage bed. He had forgotten to fix the sheets! Xen folds the upper part of the sheet and flattens it along the bed. He makes sure that the cloth was aligned perfectly with the table and fistpumps in success.

by **Xen** on May 4th, 2014, 8:30 pm

‘‘I’m ready and all I want isss a bassic massssage.’’

The female spoke to Xen in a demanding tone but still refused to look him in the eyes. Xen said nothing and follows the constrictors demand. He was use to the harshness the constrictors would turn his way—they were not particularly fond of his eight yearlong presence. However, Xen knew how dishonest the constrictors were when it came to revealing their true feelings and paid no mind to their rude facades. He was keen when it came to revealing hidden underlying emotions and displayed kindness to those he recognized as good. A person who was inherently evil or deceptive… would lose their head.

Xen approaches his client and places his hands onto her body. He could feel how distinct the constrictors muscles were. The firm scales of he body ungulate beneath his fingers with every breath she made. Xen places his hands onto the constrictors sides and starts the session. He massages with his thumbs first and allows the four fingers of his palms to stroke his clients underbelly. Xen rolls his thumbs all the way up his clients back and massages downwards once he reaches the back of her neck. He was careful during his session and avoids making contact with his client’s spine.

Xen, once he felt he had gone down far enough, massages upwards and applies a bit more pressure to his technique. The constrictor releases a series of hisses, as Xen massaged her back and belly scales—she would turn to look at him and would stare for some chimes. Xen did not mind this and assumes he was doing a good job to be able to afford his clients attention. Once he reaches the back of his client’s neck, he stops after noticing how late it felt. Xen believes it was near the time of noon by now and decides to ask his client if she wanted to spend more time in the Red Room.

‘‘ If you want to ssspend more time here, you can, but I may cosst you extra. ’’

There was another moment of silence between Xen and his client. He walks away and lets the constrictor gather her thoughts. He goes and retrieves a towel from the other massage bed—his hands feeling a bit moist. Xen dries his hands with his back turned to his client. The humidity in the Red Room did not help him and made it difficult for Xen to dry his hands. In about four chimes he manages to dry his hands but they still felt a bit damp to him. Xen turns around to see his client in human form.

‘‘For the sssake of the godss at leasst tell me when you're about to shift. ’’ Xen thought

He averts his eyes, revealing his embarrassment. Xen still had not adjusted to his races tendency to be… nude. He walks up to his client and offers her a towel: in which she snatches from his hand. The constrictor was pleased by Xen’s reaction for some strange reason and grins as she wraps the towel around her waist and lies down on the massage bed. These darn females were always flaunting their bodies in his direction, testing his innocence and pure soul with temptation…and lust. Xen just shakes his head and sighs.

He knew he looked young for his age. He was an adult viper but had only reached adulthood a few years ago. There were many things he did not understand: especially, things about courting and such. Xen casts his thoughts to the side and continues the session, saving them for another time.

by **Xen** on May 7th, 2014, 4:04 am

Xen places his right hand onto his client’s right shoulder blade and his left hand onto the other. He then moves his hands in a circular motion and uses the bottom parts of his palms to massage his client. Xen could feel hardness beneath the constrictors skin, he knew this was bone and moves his hands downwards, letting them glide and circle down his client’s back.

Xen presses downwards, but slightly, as he approaches the center of his clients back. The female constrictor hisses in content, as he went on with the treatment and relaxes on the message bed. Xen could feel the constrictors muscles loosening beneath his hands, which made it easier for him since he did not know how to accurately pinpoint and identify knots within muscles.

He stops massaging for a moment and places both hands onto the left side of his clients back. Xen allows only four fingers to touch the constrictors back and keeps the thumbs folded. He then gently pushes down into his client’s skin and slowly moves his hands forward—his fingers glide forward and across the constrictors skin before he moves his hands back and then forward again. This technique seemed effective but as Xen massaged, he found that he was still unable to find those elusive knots!

‘‘Mmmmssss~ ’’

Is what constrictor releases from her mouth in a seductive tone but Xen was too busy to realize the sensual nature of the act and continues to massage. He had a one track mind and would become oblivious to some things, if it didn’t capture his interest. Xen kneads his way down his clients back and stops once he felt that he’d massaged this area enough. He walks around and places his hands onto the right side of the constrictors back. Xen then proceeds to knead: he rolls the skin beneath his palms, as baker would with dough.

He moves his arms and hands backwards and pushes downwards as he goes forward. The new method was actually effective, as it allowed him to feel deep beneath the tissue: where potential knots would lie. Xen does this kneading in the center of his clients back for a while before moving downward towards her lower back. The silence made him realize that he hadn’t heard anything from his client for a while—she was probably sleeping, judging by the way she positioned herself on the table. He could also feel the way she was breathing while noting that her heart rate was calm. He grins and finishes the session without waking-up the constrictor. Xen allows her to sleep for about five minutes before waking her up.

‘‘Misss, misss wake up the ssession isss done.’’

The constrictor opens her eyes as she throws her feet off the massage bed and sits up. Xen averts his eyes again and gestures for her to wrap the towel around her chest. The nameless constrictor squints and grins, revealing the mischief she sought to create. He covers his eyes and waits for the constrictor to pay him. Xen could hear feet patter against the ground—they go off into the distance and then return to where he was. He sticks out his left hand while keeping his right hand over his eyes. Xen then felt several small objects falling into his hand but quickly places them into his pocket before he could count them.

‘‘Thanksss for the massage, it wasss nice—little viper.’’

The constrictor spoke in a seductive tone as she threw the towel onto Xen’s head. Xen flails around in confusion and throws the towel to the floor, his face glowing red. In his frustration, Xen fixes the sheets on the massage bed and sighs. It had been a long day for him but he decides to leave the job: to wait for another customer another day.

by **Catastrophe** on May 15th, 2014, 9:58 pm

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Completed [The Red Room] All These Scaly Things [Job]