17. Kara
17
KARA
Kara thought there was something strange about this new attendant but his hood was so deep she couldn’t see his face.
“Ah, there we are!” Gaela exclaimed. “My friend Kara and I are booked for a mirror massage today so you’ll be doing everything to her that my attendant, Brother Nono does to me. Is that clear?”
“Very clear,” the attendant rumbled. “If you’d like to follow me to the treatment room we can begin.”
The three of them followed him and Kara couldn’t help thinking how tall he was—and how wide his shoulders were. He was almost Kindred-sized, she thought. And why did his voice sound so familiar?
They reached the end of the hallway and stepped into a dimly lit room. Looking around, Kara saw there were four sconces in the four corners with a single candle burning in each. They released a soft, warm fragrance into the air which was immediately calming.
Two padded massage tables were set up, side-by-side, and there were two carts on either side of them with a variety of massage oils and lotions in crystal jars and bottles.
“Ah, this looks perfect!” Gaela announced. “Come, Nono—you can help me get undressed,” she added, nodding at the small dressing room at the far end of the massage area.
As soon as the two of them disappeared into the small room, Kara felt nervous.
“I, uh, don’t usually get massages from men,” she said to the huge attendant. “I’m not sure if?—”
“Kara, it’s me.”
The attendant threw back his hood, revealing a familiar face.
“J’orn?” Kara stared up at him, disbelieving. “What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be searching for the kidnapping ring!”
“I am —and this is where my search has led me,” he rumbled. “My source says that one of the Brothers here is working with the ring to snatch unsuspecting women.”
“But you can’t…I mean, I can’t let you give me a massage!” Kara protested.
He frowned.
“If it makes you uncomfortable, I can try to find someone else. But I still don’t know who the culprit is—it might be any one of the Brothers here.”
Kara thought of the creepy, sullen Feex. He very well might be the one who was sending unsuspecting women to their doom. And what if she asked for a new attendant and he was the one who was sent to her? After all, he technically was her attendant—he would be the logical choice. And she really didn’t want him touching her.
“Well…I guess it will be okay,” she said reluctantly. “I don’t want to blow your cover.”
“Thank you.” He nodded. “And don’t worry—I’ll be gentle. I know how to give a massage and I know how delicate you humans are.”
Kara wasn’t sure what to say to that, but just then Gaela came back in the room completely naked. Her large pink breasts with their bright pink nipples swayed as she walked. Her public hair was blonde like the hair on her head.
“I’m all ready to go,” she announced and smiled at Kara. “Your turn to get undressed.”
“Um, okay.” Kara wished she had the same kind of confidence the other woman displayed. She’d never liked her own body enough to run around completely nude. But she could at least take off her sundress, and leave her bra and panties on, she supposed.
She slipped into the changing room and hung her dress on the hook beside Galea’s outfit. When she came out, the other woman was already lying face down on the left-hand massage table. She turned her head to look at Kara and frowned.
“Hey—why are you still dressed?”
“I’m not!” Kara protested. “I took off my dress.”
“And left on your underthings! Look, you can’t get a good massage that way,” Gaela told her. “Take everything off or the oils they use will stain the clothes you’re wearing.”
“I just don’t know…where I live we generally at least leave on our bottoms during a massage,” Kara said.
“You’re going to be laying facedown,” Gaela reminded her. “All your attendant sees is your ass. Don’t be silly—go get all the way undressed so we can get started!”
Kara still hesitated, but then J’orn spoke up.
“If you’re uncomfortable with me seeing your body, you can always use a sheet to cover yourself until you get on the table, My Lady,” he said respectfully. As he spoke, he held out a folded white sheet to her.
“Oh, er—thank you.” Kara nodded and took it from him.
Back in the changing room, she debated with herself. Should she really take off all her clothes? At least her massage therapist wasn’t a stranger. She knew J’orn—but would that make a naked massage more or less awkward?
She wasn’t really sure but she couldn’t help thinking of the sexy dream she’d shared with him on the shuttle…or the way he’d told her all the things he wanted to do to her…
No—stop thinking like that! It’s just a massage—that’s all, she scolded herself.
Hurriedly, she stripped off her bra and panties and was glad all over again for the float dots under her breasts which made them look firm and perky. Draping the sheet around herself, she stepped out of the dressing room and went right for the massage table which had been lowered so that she could climb onto it easily.
She settled herself face down, loosening the sheet as she did so. The padded table must have a heater in it because it was pleasantly warm against her bare skin. Also, the padding shifted and molded itself to fit her body—it made two little concavities for her large breasts, which made lying on her stomach much more comfortable. Then Kara felt it raise up slightly under her lower legs, taking some of the strain off her lower back. She wished she could find a massage place with a table like this back home!
“Are you ready, My Lady?” J’orn rumbled as she fitted her face into the padded hole in the table.
“Yes—I’m ready.” Kara nodded and then felt him removing the sheet. She shivered as a cool chill swept down her naked body. God, she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this! She couldn’t believe she was naked on the massage table with her huge ex-assistant about to touch her all over!
No—he’s just going to touch my back—that’s all, she reminded herself. There was no use in getting tense about it—she just needed to relax and let J’orn massage her.
After all, how awkward could it be?