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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Rachel smiled and said “Thats where the heat comes from. Just relax. They will stay there for about half an hour. In the meantime, I will continue your massage.” and she put a finger to her lips and started working on Viyara’s shouders and upper arms.

Rachel

After a moments hesitation, Viyara nodded a little and then closed her eyes once more. It took her a bit to let go and relax again, but eventually she managed to and suddenly found that the scent from the incense was oddly calming and relaxing as well. Though never the less Rachel would be able to feel the build up tension in her neck and shoulders.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Rachel worked on the tension, and next to Viyara Daggum moaned as the other two attendants worked on him. They worked on the front side of the ‘couple’ for a while, and the needles were taken out of Viyara’s wrist and the two of them were put on their stomachs, their other arms lain on the table and hands joined. As they adjusted to the new position, Daggum looked at Viyara and smiled a warm and affectionate smile and gave her hand a squeeze.

Viyara returned the squeeze and the smile before closing her eyes once more.

Soon the hands of the attendants began working on sore muscles, knots, and applying oils and gels that made skin feel fresh and cool, and before they knew it the music faded and the massage stopped. Holsa said “We will leave the two of you to shower and dress. Your room is being prepared as we speak, so as soon as you are ready I can take you up in the private lift. I’ll be at the desk, but no rush. Take your time, you two.” and she smiled and left the room with the other two, who pause and looked at Viyara and then ever so slightly curtsied before leaving.

Daggum rolled on his back and said “Damn… that was amazing. I don’t think I want to move…” and he looked at her and grinned, “… unless you are going to shower with me?” and he chuckled.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

Sitting slowly up, Viyara stretched a little; only now fully realising how tense she tended to be. “I hear you,” she chuckled and then added with an impish grin, “but how could I say no to that offer?” She then slid off her massage table and took the step or two to stand right next Daggum. Bracing her hands on the side of the massage table right next to his head, she leaned forward and looked down on him. “Unless you want to leave here more quickly to get to the room sooner and get more adventurous there then we might here?” she asked in a seductive whisper.

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum looked at her with mock shock and put his hand on his chest and said “Why Mrs. Hammor, please? What kind of man do you take me for?” and then he stage-whispered “You’re a married woman!” and then smiled wide. His hand left his chest and settled on the back of her head and he pulled her lips to his and kissed her with an intensity that wasn’t solely physical.

Viyara laughed softly as kissed Daggum back.

Then a big green hand landed with a light smack on her bare backside and he grinned. “Lets rinse off quick and get outta here. I want you all to myself… m’lady.” and he rose and went to rinse off the last vestiges of the oils.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

Viyara gasped softly and then giggled. It was clearly something she didn’t seem to mind at all. “That sounds like a great plan,” Viyara replied with a mischievous smile and then headed into the other shower. She had a feeling that if they were in the same one, things might not end up fast after all.

But with both of them on their own, it took her very little time to wash herself and then slip back into her bathrobe. Her clothes in the locker forgotten, she walked over to Daggum and purred, “Shall we?”

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum was drying himself off when he said “Well, they did say we needed to dress. So if you would please put those clothes of yours back on, I will do the same.” and he grinned wickedly. “The plus side is when we get to the room I get to tear them off you. Wanted to do that when we first got here, but I wasn’t quite sure how you would have reacted right then.” and he laughed and opened his locker, but kept his body turned so he could watch her take off her robe and dress.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor

“Oh shoot,” Viyara laughed. “I forgot.” With a very theatrical sigh she added, “Oh well, I better get dressed then.” So she, too, opened her locker while standing in such away that Daggum had a good look at her and vice versa. After slipping out of the bathrobe and tossing it onto a chair, she put her clothes back on. One item at a time. In a slow and teasing way. Once she was fully dressed again, minus her shoes which she held in her left hand, she looked with a raised eyebrow at Daggum and repeated her question. “Shall we?”

~Mrs. Hammor, aka Viyara Nazeen

Daggum had stared at her with such intensity he put his t-shirt on inside-out. But at the moment, he didn’t really care. “Oh, yes. Absolutely. Shall we, my darling bride?” and he smiled and offered her his arm.

As they walked out of the room and to the reception desk, Holsa stood waiting. “Mr and Mrs. Hammor.” she said and gave them a genuine smile. “It has been such a pleasure to have you at the spa. Thank you, and we sincerely hope you will come back and see us if you find yourself on the station again.” Daggum smiled back at her and said “No, no… thank you. You and your staff went above and beyond. And we very much appreciate your… considerations.”

Holsa beamed and said “Well you are most welcome, to be sure. Now, your room is ready. It is currently 1400 hours, and your dinner will arrive at 1900. Per your request, we have selected an array of Bajoran dishes, as you said that is your lovely wife’s preference. If you are… otherwise engaged, as we know space travel can make one weary, then simply press the Privacy button and the kitchen will keep your dinner ready for when you awake. Thank you again.” and she shook both of their hands. She then directed them behind the counter and through a door to a small hall with a turbolift at one end. “Your room is the top floor penthouse suite. I and the other girls insisted as you have been so very pleasant with us. Take care.” and she let the door close.

Daggum pressed the call button and the doors slid open. There were fifty five floors, and a single icon at the top that read ‘Penthouse Suit’. Daggum looked at Viyara and smiled “Here we go…” and he pressed the icon and the turbolift began moving. In a few moments, the lift stopped and the doors opened.

The room was truly massive. Brightly lit, the floor was marble with area rugs scattered all over. A dining area sat adjacent to a small but fully stocked bar. A lounge area with large, overstuffed furniture and a giant view screen invited them to sit. Behind the bar a door was closed that, presumably, led to the bedroom. But it was the wall between the view screen and the door that caught the most attention.

The room was obviously built on one the station spires. The windows separated the room from space, and the view overlooked the whole top of the station. Dozens and dozens of craft were moving, docking, undocking, and jumping into and out of warp in a silent ballet. Daggum stared for a moment, his arm unconsciously going around Viyara and drawing her close. “Now that is one hell of a view.” he said in quiet appreciation.

The ‘Mr.’ of Mr. and Mrs. Hammor