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

Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Spa On the The Station - Working Out The Kinks
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“Of course, M’Lady.” and Rachel stood and gave a small curtsy, elbowing Dul’or to do the same and then they backed out of the room. Daggum reached over and pressed the ‘Privacy’ button and then looked at Viyara… and then burst out laughing.

Betrothed of Lady Hammor

“What were you thinking?” Viyara gasped as she doubled over with laughter. “Where in the name of all that is holy did that come from?” Tears were once again running down her pale cheeks, but at least this time they were caused by amusement and not pain and sadness. “And how are we going to make it through the rest of this day without any of this blowing up in our face because we burst out laughing?” By now she was gasping for breath and her stomach was hurting first from holding back her laughter and now from laughing so hard.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

It took Daggum a moment, and a full fall off the recliner, to compose himself somewhat. Finally, when he could breathe, he said “I cannot believe you kept it together! I was sure you were gonna lose it!” and he stood up and walked over to her and kneeled on the floor. He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply, smiling the whole while. Pulling away, he said “I have no idea where it came from, but … My Lady… we have to run with it. Three more services and we get to go to our room. Just gotta maintain till then. If one of us laughs, we explain it as ‘relief’. Good? You good?” and he snickered.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

Viyara kissed Daggum back in kind while still laughing a little. When Daggum broke their kiss, she nodded and said, “Yes, I’m good and that sounds like an excellent plan. Are you good too? Did you hurt yourself falling of that chair?” she asked in mock concern, though a look into her eyes would tell him, that she was only half joking when she asked if he was alright.

He winked at her and said “Be more worried about the floor.”

After kissing Daggum very deeply again and pulling back only reluctantly, Viyara said, “We should probably let them back in. And the sooner we’re finished with being pampered, the sooner we can do other fun and exciting things.” She smirked and wiggled her eyebrows as she thought of all the things they might be doing that night.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum pressed the button again and the two women came in. Making sure the door was closed, they curtsied and then went back to work. Daggum looked at Dul’or, he said “Oh, before I forget. My wife very much enjoys Bajoran cuisine. Would you ask your chef to take that into account for tonight’s meal?” Dul’or bowed her head and said “Of course… Mister Hammor.” and smiled broadly at their conspiracy of secrecy.

Hammor nodded and settled in. Soon, a warm mask was slathered onto both of their faces and the attendants started on the nails. Over the course of the next hour; steam, facial rubs, various tinctures and ointments were applied to their faces and their nails were trimmed, buffed (and in the case of Viyara, painted) and soon the two had finished.

“We will clear everything and then give you about 30 minutes to relax. We will then come back with Holsa and do your couple’s massage.” Rachel said. “If you need anyting, pleas don’t hesitate to call. In fact…” and she looked at Dul’or who nodded excitedly, “… we have left our personal comms on the table. Anything we can do to help… just ask.” and they curtsied again and left the room.

Daggum looked at Viyara and smiled. “Yes… still beautiful. But I don’t see how they really could have improved on you.” and gave her a wink.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

“Thank you,” Viyara smiled and returned the wink. “You are very handsome as well.”

Looking down at her feet and wiggling her toes, Viyara was very happy with the shade of purple she had picked. It was just slightly lighter than her hair and she loved it. With her fingernails she had opted for something much less obvious. Only when one looked closely, the slight lilac shimmer was visible. “This really did feel nice,” she mused. “I don’t even remember the last time I did something like this. But now the question is,” she started and then made a very deliberate pause as she looked at at Daggum with a straight. “What do we do with this half hour. We could relax as they said. Or we could not…” She let her voice trail off and gave a small shrug.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum looked at her and smiled. Without taking his eyes off of her, eyes that unabashedly took in her whole body in a longing gaze, he reached over and pressed the ‘Privacy’ button again. He then sat up and moved close to her, his lips finding hers and his hands sliding under the robe she wore…

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Twenty eight minutes later, he looked up at Viyara where she sat on the table while he was kneeling on the floor and handed her her robe. Standing, He looked around for his and found it across the room where it had been thrown in haste. Snatching it up, he threw it on and looked at her, smiling even as he tried to catch his breath.

“We may never make it to the room at this rate.” he said with a wicked grin.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

“Maybe not,” Viyara laughed breathlessly as she slid off the table and put her robe back on. “But I’m certainly not going to complain.” She gave him a very appreciative look and added, “You are an amazing and very skilful lover, you know that, right?”

“Its all about the partner. You motivate me to do well, and I will never complain about your skills. Not ever.” and he moved to her and kissed her.

Viyara simply smiled as she kissed him back deeply.

Walking over towards the table and the privacy button, she let her hand hover over it and asked, “Are you ready for them to come back in?”

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

“No. But I am ready to get this done so I can have you to myself uninterrupted. So press the button, lady love, and lets see what other hands can do to ready us for tonight!” and then he collapsed into the recliner and chuckled, looking at her and smiling. He would never admit this to her… but this day, and hopefully night, were rapidly becoming one of the best moments he had had.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

Laughing lightly, Viyara pressed the button and then flopped down onto the other recliner. She could feel certain of her muscles quite well and was looking forward to the massage. And yet she also wanted it to be over and disappear into their suite. The joy of desire! Something she definitely knew how to enjoy and while always open for experiments, she also knew what she liked and was never afraid to communicate it. So hopefully the rest of this day and night should continue in an equally great way as it had till now.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

A minute later the bell chimed and door slid open. The three women: Rachel, Holsa, and Dul’or came in. Holsa smiled and said “Now then, sir and Madame, we need to prepare for your massage. If you will stand please, and move to the side? Thank you.”

Once the couple had moved, Holsa lifted a device and pressed a button. The recliners shifted slightly and then rose on concealed, telescoping legs. The chairs elongated and widened slightly, turning into tables.

Holsa looked at the Viyara and Daggum and smiled. Rachel and Dul’or went to a closet and pulled out large heated sheets and laid them across the table, two on each. Holsa then said very softly “If you will disrobe and lay down on your back, we will begin”. The lights dimmed and a soft, relaxing music began to play. Holsa lifted the sheet to block her view of Viyara, while Rachel and Dul’or did the same for Daggum. Daggum looked at Viyara and smiled, then dropped the robe and helped her off with hers. He then laid on the table and the two attendants draped the sheet over him.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

Viyara returned his smile and let her gaze linger on his body for a few moments. She really did like what she was seeing. But of course just standing there staring at him, wouldn’t do, so she hoisted herself gracefully onto her table. As she laid down on the warm sheets, she sighed softly. Just the heat felt already very good. Turning her head to look at Holsa, she smiled at the other woman and said, “My left writs is a little sensitive from injuries and the like over the year. So if you could be mindful of that, I’d be very grateful.” It was then that she suddenly wondered if their shower and relaxation had left any marks on her body and couldn’t help but laugh softly. After all, she hadn’t looked into a mirror since, nor had she paid much attention to her own body as she was far too distracted by his. Though from past experience she had a feeling that there might be a few bruises.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Holsa nodded and then said softly “Is it muscular, skeletal, or nerve sensitivity? I may be able to help alleviate some of that.”

She tucked the warm sheet around Viyara’s body, save for her left arm. “I will keep the sheet around you at all times, except for what part am I working on.” she half-whispered. “You don’t have to move anything, just let me do the work, all right? If you want more or less pressure, just tell me. And if there is anywhere you don’t want me to work on, let me know. Otherwise, just relax.”

Daggum received similar instructions from Dul’or, but she was teamed up with Rachel due to his size and musculature. Right before they began in earnest, they rolled in another smaller table between the two and took Viyara’s right arm and Daggum’s left and laid them on it and placed their hands together, fingers entwined like they had been in the mud. Another warm sheet covered them and then the massage began. Daggum turned his head and smiled at Viyara and gave her a gentle squeeze, and then he turned his head back and osed his eyes… the only movement was the slight back and forth caress of his thumb on her hand.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor