Solo [Zastoska Bath House] A Task in Cleansing

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An evil grin flashed on her face as she pounced on him, using the force of her body to shove him into the water. Suds and water flowing over the edge of the tub, splashing as it hit the steps and washed onto the floor. Her hands on his shoulders, her body lying on top of his, Donovan sank under the water until the tip of his nose was only showing. Just as quick as he went under he came back up, his forehead bumping into her nose.

He wiped at the water that ran over his eyes, “Oh you got me good, I guess it’s fair for me dunking you.” Their faces inches from each other he moved forward and kissed her. The roughness of his lips against her soft ones. Her eyes going wide, she hadn’t expected to be kissed, only that they were playing around. His arousal at her on top of him became apparent on her backside. She moved backward into the spot she had been sitting before, breaking the kiss and holding her fingers up to her lips before dropping her hand back into the water.

Remain professional, this is your job. He’s paying for the bath. Remain professional. He has to pay for anything further… did he want to? Squaring her shoulders slightly she glanced up to his face, “Sorry about that…” he rubbed his hand over his hair. “It’s okay, but just so you know, it will be extra if you want more.” It was hard for her to let the words come from her lips, it felt as though she had to withdraw from the fun and break the mood that they’d had to remind him that he was indeed paying for her and their time.

“Right, right, I understand. Maybe the next time, let’s finish up the bath shall we? I don’t want it to be spoiled by talk of coin,” a reassuring half smile pulled up the corner of his mouth and he leaned back against the wall. The water was lower than it had originally began, just below the pecs on his chest. Her chest now showing as well out of the water she moved to lean back so that the tops only showed, placing her legs back so that she could rest his leg on top of hers once more.

She worked the soap onto his leg and foot, massaging the lather into his skin. Concentration creasing her brow slightly. A slightly awkwardness started to settle in her and she wasn’t sure how to break it. Not wanting to make things uncomfortable… it was her job to keep things fun and light. Searching for something to speak of while she worked, chewing on her lip, she glanced up to see him watching her. A smile creeped up on her lips, trying to let him know that she'd had fun but her position restricted her to go further unless he paid.

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It didn’t appear so as he relaxed, he made no more conversation about furthering things, and she was okay with that. Considering it was her first real client, outside of practicing on Aider, she preferred to take things at a slower pace. Although the kiss had been nice, she hadn’t really felt anything more than her being of a woman type and him being a man.

Finishing the first leg and continuing on with the next, topics of conversation whirled in her head but she held her tongue. He appeared as though he’d rather finish enjoying the bath and she wanted to make sure that his needs were met and that he’d be satisfied with the job she’d done. Hopefully wanting to hire her again, or at least spread her name so that she could gain more clients.

Having finished with the last leg she stood and moved to grab a towel for him. Leaning over the tub, grabbing the fabric and waiting for him to stand. Her movement having caused him to open his eyes and watch her. She held it wide and he stood, letting her dry the skin on his shoulders, chest and arms. Both of them stepped from the tub and she draped the towel around his hips, letting him roll it so that it would stay while she gathered his clean clothes.

She grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her chest, letting it hang from her body. The clothes sat on the chair in the corner of the room, her wet footprints leaving a trail as the cold floor moved underfoot.

Grabbing the last towel she sat the clothing in her lap as she bent and dried his legs and then placed the towel on the floor for him to step on. He took the notion and moved onto the towel to keep his feet off the ground. Fire slipped his shirt over his head as he bent to pull on his britches.

Dragging the chair over while he slipped on his pants she motioned for him to sit when he’d finished, “Please, have a seat.” She smiled and waited for him to take his place. Running the brush through his hair she tried to set it like he’d had it worn when arriving earlier.

A sigh escaped his lips as she worked the brush through his hair. After finishing she grabbed his boots and clean socks, slipping them on one foot at a time. She could feel him watching her again as she laced the boots up. “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” commenting as fingers made quick work on the shoe.

“I did, thank you.” He stood and kissed her cheek. As he moved back a smile was on his face and her confidence boosted, feeling as though she’d done a job well done. After he’d left the room she dressed herself and tried to tidy up the room a little from the mess that they’d made and left feeling accomplished.

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A Grade is Coming
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I could've had this at home? Man, did I petch it up. Haha. Here's your grade.

 

Firenze

XP

• Organization 1
• Flirting 3
• Seduction 4
• Massage 3
• Socialization 2

Lores

• The Importance of Being Literate
• Separating Business From Pleasure
• The First Client

Your Grader,


Pulren Marsh