forgot to eat, and had munched nowt of the dubious fare offered by the Agros. I unhooked my Synthbag and delved inside. Taking out a Fruitle bar and Vegslice, I allowed my bod to relax and enjoy the savoury and sweet flavours that melted on my tongue. Grateful and then some to the Ladies for replenishing my depleted resources, when Wirt and I left their camp.
Belly full, I was about to further peruse my accommodation when I heard a soft tap upon the right wall. I leant my head against it and knocked back. Pressing my ear into the soft coverings, I heard Kendra’s voice, “As soon as Alfred enters your accommodation, pat the wall and I will come.” I tapped in response and she did too.
I straightened and spied a door to the left hand side of the imposing bed. It opened with merely a touch, and I went into the room that contained the tub of swirls.
Impressivo times many. The whole place was covered with mirrors; even the floor. No matter where I looked, I looked back. I stared at the multiple reflections and for a moment thought a stranger had entered. I’d not seen myself since Kendra dressed me up. Turning this way and that, I could not deny that I looked provocative, desirable even. I confess to being quite flattered at my new appearance. Then I spied the bath. Like Wirt, I became attracted to the promise of bubbles and warmth.
The tub was sunken into the floor and was in the shape of a giant golden heart. Normally I would have scorned such decadence, but heady with my new appearance, and in need of ablutions, I thought it magnificent. More so when I turned on the flower-shaped faucets, and out poured hot, steamy water. I pressed a button that lay in-between the taps and the water broiled and gurgled.
Bottles and coloured soaps lined the edge of the bath. I picked up a red flask, pulled out the cork and sniffed. Jasmine, honeysuckle and elderflower wafted up my nostrils. I poured a goodly sum into the water and inhaled its sensuous aroma. I think I drooled at that moment and without thinking, flung off my clothes and eased my aching body into the firmament of scented wet.
Chapter Six
Seeing Too Much
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” and “AHHHHHHHHH!” again. Not even in Cityplace are there cleansing opportunities as blissful as this. The bath in the Ladies abode was good, but this? This was supreme. I felt the surge of tiny bubbles pip-pop all over my flesh and I let my muscles sag in pleasure.
My fingers searched for the smooth pink soap and I pulled a tablet to rest by the side until I was ready to wash. Closing my eyes, I pushed myself down so that only my nose escaped the water’s maelstrom tickle. Thusly ensconced, I became oblivious to all other sensations.
Then I let out another “AHHHHHHH!” but not from pleasure.
Something solid pressed into my thigh. At first, I thought it a burst of pressure from the jets, but when the firmness was replaced with the probing fingers from a well-fleshed hand, my mouth went dry. I jerked upright, sending water splish-splashing all over the floor. Who’s reflective surface revealed the butt-naked form of Alfred, or Clydno, as was his for real name. I hoisted myself up and slithered out of the tub. Quickly using my arms to mask as much of my unclothed self as I could, I backed away from his approaching bulk.
“Hush, hush, no need to scamper off. Seeing you so luxurious and content, made me bold enough to assume you had placed yourself in here for my readiness. Which as you can observe, is ripe.”
Euk, yack, yucky! I caught a glimpse of his saggy nads and looked away before my retinas exploded.
I skidded upon the shiny ground in an attempt to avoid his advances. He blocked the doorway and stood with his arms out as if to catch me. As if I would throw myself into them. Fat chance.
Nad.
What with me covering as much of my undressed self as possible with my hands, and their telltale mutation, I became concerned that he would recognise me. Not daring to remove them from my
Belly full, I was about to further peruse my accommodation when I heard a soft tap upon the right wall. I leant my head against it and knocked back. Pressing my ear into the soft coverings, I heard Kendra’s voice, “As soon as Alfred enters your accommodation, pat the wall and I will come.” I tapped in response and she did too.
I straightened and spied a door to the left hand side of the imposing bed. It opened with merely a touch, and I went into the room that contained the tub of swirls.
Impressivo times many. The whole place was covered with mirrors; even the floor. No matter where I looked, I looked back. I stared at the multiple reflections and for a moment thought a stranger had entered. I’d not seen myself since Kendra dressed me up. Turning this way and that, I could not deny that I looked provocative, desirable even. I confess to being quite flattered at my new appearance. Then I spied the bath. Like Wirt, I became attracted to the promise of bubbles and warmth.
The tub was sunken into the floor and was in the shape of a giant golden heart. Normally I would have scorned such decadence, but heady with my new appearance, and in need of ablutions, I thought it magnificent. More so when I turned on the flower-shaped faucets, and out poured hot, steamy water. I pressed a button that lay in-between the taps and the water broiled and gurgled.
Bottles and coloured soaps lined the edge of the bath. I picked up a red flask, pulled out the cork and sniffed. Jasmine, honeysuckle and elderflower wafted up my nostrils. I poured a goodly sum into the water and inhaled its sensuous aroma. I think I drooled at that moment and without thinking, flung off my clothes and eased my aching body into the firmament of scented wet.
Chapter Six
Seeing Too Much
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” and “AHHHHHHHHH!” again. Not even in Cityplace are there cleansing opportunities as blissful as this. The bath in the Ladies abode was good, but this? This was supreme. I felt the surge of tiny bubbles pip-pop all over my flesh and I let my muscles sag in pleasure.
My fingers searched for the smooth pink soap and I pulled a tablet to rest by the side until I was ready to wash. Closing my eyes, I pushed myself down so that only my nose escaped the water’s maelstrom tickle. Thusly ensconced, I became oblivious to all other sensations.
Then I let out another “AHHHHHHH!” but not from pleasure.
Something solid pressed into my thigh. At first, I thought it a burst of pressure from the jets, but when the firmness was replaced with the probing fingers from a well-fleshed hand, my mouth went dry. I jerked upright, sending water splish-splashing all over the floor. Who’s reflective surface revealed the butt-naked form of Alfred, or Clydno, as was his for real name. I hoisted myself up and slithered out of the tub. Quickly using my arms to mask as much of my unclothed self as I could, I backed away from his approaching bulk.
“Hush, hush, no need to scamper off. Seeing you so luxurious and content, made me bold enough to assume you had placed yourself in here for my readiness. Which as you can observe, is ripe.”
Euk, yack, yucky! I caught a glimpse of his saggy nads and looked away before my retinas exploded.
I skidded upon the shiny ground in an attempt to avoid his advances. He blocked the doorway and stood with his arms out as if to catch me. As if I would throw myself into them. Fat chance.
Nad.
What with me covering as much of my undressed self as possible with my hands, and their telltale mutation, I became concerned that he would recognise me. Not daring to remove them from my
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