Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks
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Hammor looked at the menu and nodded approvingly. As he went down the list, he made small noises like “Hmm…”, “Ah, yes…”, and finally “Oh, excellent.” He then looked up at the receptionist. “Prior to the massage we would like the Rigelian mud bath, full facials with the optional eye masks, mani-pedi of course, and then the steam therapy. Then we can do the couple’s massage.” He looked down at Viyara and smiled. “Sound good to you, my dear?” His eyes were watering from suppressed laughter, but he took a deep breath and composed himself… mostly.

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“Oh!” Viyara exclaimed, a wide smile lighting up her face. “That’s prefect! It reminds me of our honeymoon. Thank you sweetheart.” Rising to her tiptoes, she placed a light kiss on Daggum’s shoulder. Placing one hand lightly on her ribs, she wondered if it was possible to break one simply from holding back a laugh. It certainly started to feel like she might. But this was so worth it! This kind of thing was exactly down her alley and it was clear that her partner in crime was having just as much fun as she did. Which was even better.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

The receptionist smiled and said “Of course. I will make the arraignments immediately. In the interim, we have your lounge prepared where you can change. Please follow me.” and she smiled and led them through a doorway and down a hall to another door.

The room beyond was subdued in lighting and had two large, overstuffed lounge chairs with a small table between. On the table was a large pitcher of chilled water with various citrus fruits sliced and floating inside and two glasses. There was also a small bottle of champagne and two glasses, on which sat a note saying “We appreciate your sharing of such a special occasion with us.” On each chair was a voluptuous robe, one obviously sized for the Orion. The receptionist said “You may change out of your clothes and leave your personal effects in the lockers. Simply enter a code and it will lock. All of your sessions are private, so you do not have to wear anything under your robe if you don’t wish to, but we understand modesty levels are varied, so just be comfortable, all right? Misf will be in to fetch you for the bath in about half an hour. Enjoy your stay, Sir and Madame.” and she smiled and left the room, the door audibly locking but a key pad was on the inside as well.

Hammor looked around and said “Oh, I could get used to this.” and opened one of the two lockers and took off his jacket.

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“Me too!” Viyara replied as she took in the room. “This is fantastic,” she continued as she opened the second locker. Lifting first one leg and then the other, without holding onto anything for balance, she took off her high heels and placed them in the locker. Without hesitation she then took of all her clothes, folded them neatly and placed them in the locker as well. Being naked around other people was clearly no issue for her. And she hadn’t been joking earlier when she said that she liked to show off her body art. And while he had already seen some of it, well most really, it was only now that every single tattoo become fully visible. Along with her Trill markings.

Daggum followed suit and began removing clothes, casting more than one appreciative glance towards Viyara. “Wow… you are definitely something to remember, aren’t you?” he said with all sincerity.

“Why thank you,” Viyara smiled and gave a little bow. “You are very handsome yourself,” she continued sincerely.

Turning lightly, so that she was leaning with her shoulder against the now closed locker, she watched Daggum for a moment; letting her gaze wander appreciatively over his body.

He was soon fully nude as well, and it was then that full extent of his formative years became visible. The brands he had shown her started at the inside of his left wrist and went all the way up his arm, across his shoulder, and along the top of his chest… stopping only at the center of his right shoulder. A full two dozen at least. Those - coupled with the dozens of scars of lacerations, burns, and even bite marks marked the emerald green skin all over his body. There were other markings, tattoos of various quality and styles visible. But it was also only when she could see the scars that she could also see how truly massive Daggum was. Little to no body fat, and muscles much more defined than most other Orion males. It was also obvious he had no reservations about being naked… at least around her… as he walked over to the lounge chair and sat, foregoing the robe.

Pushing herself away from from the locker after a several moments, Viyara walked over to the small table and filled both champagne glasses. Returning to Daggum’s side she handed him one. “To a wonderful afternoon and many more happy years of marriage,” she said with a wink and slightly suppressed giggle as she lifted her glass.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

He took the glass and said “May we always enjoy our anniversary in such a fashion.” and he clinked the glass to hers and chuckled.

Betrothed to Mrs. Hammor

Stretching out comfortably in the lounge chair, Viyara looked at Daggum for several moments while sipping her champagne. Eventually she asked, “Your tattoos, do they have a meaning?” It was something she always wondered when she saw other people’s tattoo’s and other body art. For her it was a mix of both. Some of her tattoos had a deep meaning for her, others she simply picked because she really liked them.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Hammor took a sip of champagne and nodded once. “They are what the Pits used in place of trophies.” He sat the glass down and lifted his left arm over his head, showing his ribs. Depicted there was some sort of monster: part bird, part targ, part something with scales. “Got this for besting the Menagerie. That’s when they threw one of into the ring and set animals on us, one at a time. No weapons, but you could use any part of the animals you killed to fight the next ones with. Usually it was three or four, but I had managed to piss off the Arena manager, so she set nine on me.” he said matter-of-factly. He then shifted, bending his right knee up so she could see his inner thigh… amongst other things.

There was a symbol that looked like a rifle scope’s cross hairs. “Targeted. They give out rifles with one shot to people in the stands who have paid for the experience. The fighters got one spear for each rifle. We could only throw at whomever shot at us. Only one could shoot at a time, and the rest had to wait until after we had thrown our spear on our turn. If they hit us, we lost. If we hit the wrong shooter, we lost. If we hit the right one but didn’t kill them clean, we lost.” and he dropped his leg and picked up the champagne. Sipping it, he chuckled.

Leaning unabashedly forward to have a closer look first at the tattoo on his chest and then the one on his inner thigh, Viyara listened closely and thoughtfully to his story. Despite the fact that her gaze wandered towards certain other parts of his body more than once.

“They missed… I didn’t.” and he shrugged. “So what about yours? They are really pretty, actually. I’m kinda jealous.” and he grinned.

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“They really do like to mark people in all kinds of ways, don’t they,” Viyara commented evenly and looked Daggum straight in the eyes. There was no judgement or criticism and neither any pity in her voice or her expression. It almost seemed like a mere statement of fact. If it hadn’t been for the compassion in her heterochromatic eyes.

“Mine are a mix really. Some have a meaning and I picked others purely because I liked them.” Stretching out her left leg, she continued, “This is one I simply got because I liked the design. I’ve actually been contemplating adding a few flowers to it, but with my spots that might be too much. Same with this one.” She pointed at her chest before pointing at her other thigh. “This is another fun one I got just because. As well as the one on my back. They are pretty and I love lace,” she laughed and turned onto her stomach so that Daggum could see that tattoo and also the one on her shoulder blade. “I got the phoenix not long after I heard the story for the first time. As a reminder to myself that we too can rise from the ashes,” Viyara continued, her voice a little softer than before.

Turning around again, Viyara sat cross-legged on the lounge chair, facing Daggum. Twisting her right arm for him to see, she continued, “The birds and the feather symbolise freedom or me. And this one,” she twisted her torso so that her left shoulder was closer to him, “Is a reminder that my story isn’t over yet.” Even though she tried to be nonchalant, her voice was suddenly think with emotions. Telling someone the mean of her tattoos was something she had never down before. She was surprised at herself once again and surprised how strong the emotions suddenly were that sharing those meanings evoked. Stretching out her left arm, she finished, “She is me. The frightened girl who dreamed of the stars and reached them.” Suddenly she felt a single tear roll down her cheek and Viyara quickly turned away.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen