Inessa's Massage

[Jynx]

The 12th of Fall 512 Jynx's cabin in Avanthal OOC : Continued from Jynx's Magic Fingers. It was a cold, clear, sunny day. A break between the seemingly unending series of storms that rolled over the city from the ocean. Jynx was pleased. He was beginning to wonder if the sun ever showed on this side of the continent. Novallas was plenty cold, especially in winter, but not like Avanthal. He had gone for a morning run, a tricky thing to do in the snow, followed by his usual set of strength-building exercises. Jynx thought of himself as a guardian. He needed to be in excellent physical condition. Otherwise he would fail his mistress at the critical moment. Not that he had a mistress anymore, but he knew he would find one soon. A sad thought crossed his mind and his chest felt like a great weight was suddenly pulling down on it. He missed her a great deal. He sometimes doubted that he would ever find anyone who could replace her. A knock at the door interrupted this unhappy train of thought. Jynx had mixed feelings about clothes. They had a practical use when outside in human form because they protected him from the cold. But he couldn't see their use indoors. Besides, they were so restrictive. He knew, however, that most people were uncomfortable with public displays of nudity, so he slipped on a pair of light blue cotton pants and a white cotton shirt before opening the door. At the door was a little girl. At least that was his first impression since she looked like a girl and she was little. Then he noticed that she did not have a girl's curves. She had the curves of a woman. A young woman, to be sure, but definitely a woman. She couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds. Olive-green skin, long flowing black hair with those mysterious ever-changing highlights – she was definitely Vantha. He knew that if he watched her eyes for a while they would change tint, a clue to her mood if he knew how to read it. 'Yes?” he said, tilting his head first to one side and then to the other as though trying to find the angle from which to best see her. “How may I help you?”

[Inessa]

Inessa's eyes widened, turning a mix of blue and green as they slowly looked the man standing before her from foot to head. She took in the features of his face, staring at him. The Kelvic seemed positively feral with his unkept hair falling about his sharp features. There was a sort of rugged handsomeness to him, that she couldn't deny. But he almost looked like he didn't belong here. She blinked, realizing how rude she was probably being to the man. Shyly, she pulled her white sabretooth cloak tighter about her being, smiling sweetly to Jynx. A finger poked out of the furry shroud, aimed at the note near the Kelvic's door. "I've heard of you, sir. And... well. Curiosity has gotten the better of me. If you've free time, I would be interested in paying for your services." Her eyes turned yellow as she smiled once more after speaking. They focused on his, specifically observing the iris of them. An attempt was made by her to feel the Djed about her, to see if there was any manipulation being made nearby. But it seemed things were mundane thus far. Regardless, she would bow slightly to the man. "Inessa Snowsong, sir. A pleasure."

[Jynx]

A smile lit up Jynx's face. “A massage! Yes, of course, please come in.” He stepped aside so she could. “It would by my pleasure to give you a massage that will relax you so much you will fall asleep.” He looked alarmed for a moment and then lowered his voice as though he was confiding a great secret: “Well, maybe not. But I am told I give good massages and I have never had a client complain.” A heavy, padded, folding massage bench leaned upright against one wall of his small cabin. Jynx picked it up as though it weighed nothing at all and set it up in the middle of the room. From a bag he took two sheets. One he placed on the massage bench. The other he handed to Inessa. “I am Jynx. You may disrobe in that room.” He pointed to the bathroom off the main room. “It is best if you are wearing nothing, but you can keep under pants on if you wish. It is up to you. If you feel embarrassed to let me see you naked, I will cover you with the sheet and ensure that no intimate features are visible to me at any time during the massage.” He became more serious. “I want you to feel safe and comfortable. I depend on happy clients sending others my way, so I want you to have the best possible experience.”

[Inessa]

Inessa couldn't help but lightly blush at the man's final words, a pinkish hue creeping into her otherwise yellow eyes. She knew prior to entering that this entire process would require her stripping down, steeling herself beforehand. The actual act of doing such gave her pause though. Her hands lightly gripped the cloth as she nodded to Jynx, making her way to the bathroom. She took her time with the process, neatly folding her clothes and stacking them atop one another. There wasn't any real need to rush ahead, as she mused to herself over what would soon happen. It's not like she wasn't confident in her own appearance, that certainly wasn't the reason for her discomfort. Others had seen her exposed body before, though that was almost exclusively family and fellow Snowsongs, and rarely with Inessa's prior consent. It wasn't until she was actually laying naked on the table with naught but a thin cloth to cover her that she discovered the source of her discontent. Vulnerability. She spared a glance to the man she was about to grant permission to ply his trade upon her body. He looked fit, as though he made a great effort to keep himself in good shape. And those great hands of his could probably break her if he had intent to do so. Her eyes turned green as they averted from the Kelvic, her lips tightening, body tensing slightly. It will be fine, she reminded herself. Others have come here before, and none of them have died. Breath slowing, she begun to ease up a little bit, though couldn't quite fully relax upon the soft surface of Jynx's table. "Ready when you are," she tried to state confidently. Her voice still carried a hint of hesitation.

[Jynx]

Jynx frowned. She had decided to lie on her back. But he always started with his clients face down. It was less intimate and gave them time to get used to the experience. He inwardly scolded himself for not having made that clear at the beginning. Now he had an awkward moment to deal with. “I would like to start with your back,” he said. “So I need you to turn over so that you are face down.” He reached across the bench, took hold of the sheet and pulled it up in such a way that it formed a kind of curtain between him and her. He waited until she stopped moving around and then placed it back over her body. “Better,” he announced. “I am going to start by balancing your aural energy,” Jynx said. “By connecting the right energy points on your body, I can work out any 'kinks' in your aura. Leaving her back covered, he placed his left hand lightly on her lower back and his right hand on her upper back, applying just a little pressure. “Breath slowly and evenly,” he said. “Feel the tension flow out of your body.” He held this position for half a chime, letting himself relax and matching his breathing rhythm to hers. When he took his hands away they were warm and tingling, as most likely were the two touch points on Sodrel's back. She was not completely relaxed yet, but at least her breathing and slowed down. “I will work your back muscles now,” he said. “I need to uncover you down to your waste. Is that alright?” OOC : I took the liberty of having Inessa turn over. If that's not okay, let me know and I'll rewrite it.

[Inessa]

Inessa's eyes widened at Jynx's words. Her face turned a lighter shade of red as she turned over to her belly, being rather swift about it. It only took another moment of shuffling before she was comfortable on the table once more. Once settled, she chuckled quietly. "... Sorry. I've never done something like this before." Laughter did her a lot of good. She eased up more than before on the soft surface as she listened to the man speak. The bit about 'auras' gave her pause, the girl tensing as she tried once more to determine if the local Djed was being manipulated. It took a moment for her to realize that such wasn't the case. She followed his instructions to the letter, steadying as Jynx committed to his technique. Her mind was in another place as her breath steadied, dwelling on her prior foolishness of assuming the man would be a mage. He doesn't really seem like that bad of a fellow. It took his inquiry about revealing her back to snap her to reality. She considered his question briefly. Briefly reminding herself that this was the man's profession and he probably knew what he was doing, she nodded her head. "Do as you will. Just give me warning if it will hurt."

[Jynx]

He chuckled as he folded the sheet down so that her back was exposed. He positioned himself at her head and applied a generous amount of massage oil to her back in long sure strokes. He placed his palms on her upper back with fingertips pointing toward the lower back. He leaned into his palms, putting some weight on them, and slowly glided down her back to just above her buttocks in one long stroke. He let his palms slide down both sides of her lower back to the table top and then firmly stroked up the sides of her ribcage to the base of her neck. “I can promise you that I will not hurt you,” he said. “But I am going to hurt that knotted muscle I just found.” He moved to her side and placed his palms, one on top of the other, over her left hip. He pressed down a began a circular motion over the spot he was interested in. “You can probably feel the tenderness there,” he said. He switched to his fingertips and felt around a bit until. “This will hurt. Tell me if I am using too much pressure and I will ease off.” He pressed his fingertips into the muscle and began a tight circular motion which soon changed to a rapid back-and-forth moment as though he was trying to rub something out. Then he went back to the tight circular motion. Finally he returned to the wider and more gentle palm circles. “That knot has been there for a while. You have probably gotten so used to it that you do not notice it anymore. Maybe you get a twinge sometimes when you walk. If it comes back, you will want to think about how you sit to see if you habitually sit at an odd angle or something like that.” He returned to the long, slow strokes. Firmly down the back, firmly back up along the ribcage. He explained: “The muscles in your back are always working to keep you upright. This technique gives them permission to let go and relax for a while.” Inessa's tiny body was beginning to relax and her breathing had slowed. He was pleased. Standing beside her, he placed one hand on her right shoulder blade and put his other hand on top of the first hand. He leaned into his hand to apply pressure and circled his palms around the shoulder blade slowly. Detecting no knots, he increased the pressure and made the circles more vigorously. He switched sides to repeat it on the other shoulder blade, but this time he discovered a lump of dense muscle tissue. He placed his fingertips on the knot and pressed down firmly. “Hurts, does it not? I will work that out for you.” He placed his fingertips on the knot, pressed down firmly and slid them back and forth firmly across the lump in a rubbing motion until it broke loose. Then he continued with the palm circles as before. He repeated this on the other shoulder blade. “Now I am going to work your buttocks.” He pulled the sheet back up over her back and positioned himself at her side. Leaving her covered, he used a broad, circular stroke from the hip joint to the upper buttock. Then he did the same for the lower buttock. He repeated this ten times. This was followed by a series of vigorous, short, straight strokes from the hip joint to the upper buttock, and then repeated with strokes from the hip joint to the lower buttock. “You should be getting a nice butt buzz about now,” he said, chuckling at the little joke he always used at this point. He began to whistle a tune as he continued. “I am going to work on the back of your legs now,” he said. He uncovered one leg and wrapped that part of the sheet around her upper thigh and then pulled it up tightly against her buttocks. This gave him complete access to her leg without exposing anything intimate. Using plenty of massage oil, he placed both hands on her ankle and firmly slid both palms from the lower calf to the upper thigh, releasing pressure as he passed over the knee. He repeated this five times and then did the same for the other leg. “I am going to have you turn over on to your back now.” He was standing beside her. He reached over and took hold of the sheet on the other side of her and pulled it up so that she was no longer covered but effectively had the sheet serving as a privacy curtain between her and Jynx. As he waited for her to turn herself over so he could place the sheet over her again, he asked some questions. “You are from Avanthal? What do you do? Do you live in the Snowsong hold? I have heard that each hold has a special area of expertise. What is it for the Snowsong hold?”

[Inessa]

Inessa's breath eased as she laid upon the surface, a gentle sigh leaving her lips as her eyes shut. She let her inhibitions go, taking in the moment as Jynx's motions both stimulated and relaxed her body. The movement of his strong hands up the sides of her ribs made her shiver, tensing for but a brief moment before falling still once more. "Well I tend to... sit down to accommodate my music playing," she said as he worked the tense tissue near her shoulder blade. "I don't really know how I would be able to change how I sit to play my lute. Have you any suggestions?" Her eye twitched slightly as a light amount of pain spread throughout her body as the lump was pushed away, biting her bottom lip. She exhaled in relief once it was gone, murmuring a quiet 'thank you' under her breath. As much as she hated pain, she wasn't one to cry out for mercy at something as little as that. She didn't speak too much throughout the whole process. Her main source of discomfort - the thought of Jynx being a mage - had been eradicated by now. It was obvious the man had no intent of doing anything she didn't want him to. "Thanks for all the warnings, by the way." Her face got a bit of a red color in it as she was asked to turn over again. The embarrassment was more over memories of her error at the beginning of the massage, more-so than embarrassment Jynx would see something. Despite all this though, she couldn't help but bring an arm over her breasts as she turned around, legs pressed tightly together as she laid upon her back. It wasn't until the sheet was covering her once more that she relaxed again. "Well those questions can be answered all at once. I come from the Snowsong Hold, yes. We're mostly composed of musicians and artists. I myself play the lute, as mentioned earlier." She paused, before making an inquiry to the man. Her blue eyes focused on his. "Could I ask why you're in Avanthal? And... about the prices. What exactly constitutes as 'extra' as far as payment goes?"

[Jynx]

“A musician!” he said. “The lute. I would enjoy hearing you play and sing sometime. You do sing as well, do you not?” He repositioned himself at her feet and again exposed her left leg. After applying oil, he placed his palms on the sides of the ankle, the fingers of one hand overlapping the fingers of the other on top of her ankle. Leaning into his hands, he slid his palms slowly up her leg from ankle to hip. He was careful not to touch her intimate parts. Upon reaching the hip, he released the pressure and lightly stroked the leg from hip to angle. He repeated this three times and then did the same for her other leg. “Now I am going to massage your feet. Some people find this the most enjoyable part of the massage.” He applied oil to one of her feet and gripped it firmly with fingers on top and thumbs on the foot pad. He firmly slide from the pad to the back of the heel. He repeated this several times. Next he grasped her ankle with one hand and rotated her foot with the other. Next he massaged around the ankle in circles. Next he gently squeezed and pulled on each toe. Finally he lightly stroked between the bones on the top of her foot. He repeated this sequence with her other foot. “Should be nice and tingly now,” he said. “Let me see what we can do with your arms now.” He pulled her arm out from under the sheet and laid it on top, palm up. He placed both of his palms on her wrist, one palm on top of the other, and slide his palm up the upward-facing arm to the shoulder. Gliding around the shoulder, he slid his palms down the back of the arm to the wrist. He repeated this several times and then did the same for the other arm. “I will now make your hands happy,” He announced. He was whistling to himself again as he grasped one of her hands with both of his and used his thumbs to gently massage between the bones on the back of her hand, from the base of the fingers to the wrist. He turned her hand over and drew circles on her palm with his thumbs for several seconds. Then he gently tugged on each finger one at a time. He placed a pillow under her knees and said, “I am going to give you a belly massage now. I will try not to tickle.” If she was watching she would see that he was still smiling, obviously enjoying his work. He placed both hands on her belly and held them there without moving for several seconds. Then he glided his open palms in a light clockwise circular motion. “This will help you digest food,” he said. He gradually increased the radius of the circles until he was massaging from just above her pelvic bones to just below her rib cage. He was careful not to touch her intimate parts, but he knew from his experience with this former mistress that this was likely to cause some arousal. He continued this for a full chime. Then he paused and made eye contact with her and his face took on a serious look. “I am Kelvic. I was born to serve. I served one mistress most of my life. That was in Novallas. She … died. I couldn't stay there anymore so I came here. To find a new mistress.” He held eye contact for a few more moments that then broke it. He positioned himself at her head and folded the sheet down far enough to expose the area just above her breasts. He placed both hands on her upper chest with fingers pointing toward her feet. He was careful not to touch her breasts, although they were tempting. When he had a mistress, his animal instincts were somehow more subdued than they were now that he had been without one for a while. He pulled his hands up toward her shoulders, around to the back of the shoulders, to the neck and up the back of the neck to the base of the head. “I am going to give you what is called a facial swoop,” he said. He applied oil to her face in gentle upward and outward strokes. Using both hands at the same time, he glided his fingertips from the chin to the jaws and slowly massaged the jaw joints in a circular motion. Then he glided his fingers over the eyebrows from the center to the temples, which he massaged in a circular motion. Finally his fingers slid down to the jaw joints which he pressed on with some pressure and then released. He repeated this several more times. “Last technique,” he said. “It is better with your eyes closed.” He lightly touched her forehead with the fingers of both hands, which he then brushed downward, slowly, almost feather-like, across her eyes, nose, lips, chin. Then her neck and chest, being careful to pass between her breasts but not to touch them. Then down across her rib cage, belly and pelvis. Finally down her legs to her toes. He waited until she opened her eyes. “We are done. You may get dressed now.” He turned and looked the other way. “There are certain parts of your body that I did not massage. I am skilled at massaging those parts as well, if that is something you are interested in. But it is an extra service for which I charge extra.”

[Inessa]

"I do sing, yes. Though I'm nowhere near the best. One day I shall be, hopefully." She remained silent as he went through his massage. After each section, she would allow herself a little bit a movement. Wiggling her toes, flexing her fingers, and so forth. And as his fingers worked her belly, she giggled at a brief ticklish sensation. All too comfortable with the treatment, she stopped paying much attention to what he was saying and doing. She could have comfortably fallen asleep on that table as the belly rub was near completion, until a certain other feeling crept into her. Her yellow eyes were speckled with pink as the man's hands graced just above her more sensitive regions. Quickly, her eyes looked down at was was going on, only settling on the ceiling when she was satisfied nothing too intimate would happen. The pink subsided, only to return once more as her chest was massaged, this time in greater force. Barely biting her bottom lip, she looked up to Jynx. "... Ah, mistress. I'm not sure you'll be so fortunate as to... to find one here." Jynx's final technique brought a full blown shiver across her body, her pink eyes looking to his as he finished. The comment about not touching other parts of her body gave her pause. She considered what he hadn't graced with his hands. Realization made her brow sink slightly. That costs a gold? Inessa would rise from the table, body still glistening from the oil. She looked herself over for but a moment, turning her pink eyes back to Jynx shortly afterwards. "... Is there anything I can use to clean this off before I put my clothes back on? Or should it be fine?" Lips tightening, her gaze did not divert from the man.