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Of Thumbs and Bath houses (Phoebus and torridsoul)

She nodded and grabbed up the shovel. Making it stick shouldn't be to hard right? She tilted her head and scooped up some of the cement. Inside, she wanted to fling the cement at the wall and scream but she controlled herself and just sort of gently thunked it onto the wall, and began to smooth it out.

She'd found a couple tricks to making it stick, and smoothing it out was easier than she thought it would be. She was a little annoyed when the light started getting in her eyes, but she pretty close to done with the cement in the pit. So she just worked through the annoyance.

When she was done, she stepped back and looked at her work, it looked pretty damn good if she did say so herself. She was happy with the work she'd done, and truth of the matter was she didn't give a hoot if you thought otherwise.

She walked over to you cautiously "I've finished with the cement in the pit, if you want to grade my work"
 
He walks by, paying it very little attention. "Good enough" he said gruffly. He walks inside, hear him rustling around for something, before he walks out, with a set of keys, and a small pouch. You see him walk around to the back of the barn.

A mechanical roar rips through the air. Another of his monstrosities. The front wheel is small, as two large pipes work up into a pair of handle bars. The body is the carriage of an old car, the roof and side panels ripped off, leaving a bench seat in a box. The front seat is some sort of cross between a recliner, and an office chair. Beneath the carriage is an enormous box, containing 3 salvaged 8-cylinder engines, running in sync to power the machine. The back tires were two tractor tires.

He idles up, shutting off the trike so he can talk. "I haven't been to the bath houses in about a week... and it's time. I have enough fingers on me right now to get one bath... if you don't mind sharing, hop in."
 
She was kind of cranky at the way you brushed her work off, and she wanted to grab you by the head and make you look but again, that whole nasty ass pet gun thing really turned her off to the idea. The noisy roar from the barn breaks her out of her thoughts.

She watched, with the same blank stare that you had earlier as you rode out on the monster. Her ears began to ache before you turned the contraption off and began speaking, everything seemed to melt away from her mind when you mentioned a bath. Even if she had to share it with you, she was taking a bath.

"I have some thumbs.." She looked up at your perpetually frowning face and asked "have you forgotten how to smile? or have you just been frowning so long that your face stuck that way.. in much the same fashion that many a mother used to threaten their children?"
 
"You don't have enough thumbs for where I'm going... it's 120 thumbs a piece for the top end place." His glare seemed to harden a bit at your words. Who does this girl think she is? "I don't bathe at the government bathes... I'd do better in the lake. I'm headed to the one in that Japanese themed luxury hotel.

He hops off his seat, pulling out a step stool, offering to usher you to the back seat. "Let's go if you're going... I'm not offering again." He holds out a callused hand, looking at you a bit impatiently. It was almost as if he was excited about this.
 
She laughed as you glared at her and just shook her head. To an extent she could understand the serious attitude, when a person had to pay for their baths with zombie thumbs the world wasn't in a good state. But just once she'd like to see you crack a smile or make a joke.

Belle took the hand he offered and climbed up onto the monster you used for transportation, and once her bottom was were planted firmly on the seat, then slipped her hand away from yours. Something about his demeanor made her think the man was excited at the prospect of the two of them having to bathe together.

"I wouldn't dare make you offer again." She rolled her eyes lightly "Lets get this over with.. " It was then that it dawned on her that they hadn't even exchanged names with you, and she was about to get in a tub with you.

"So, uhm since we're about to bathe together maybe we should exchange names? I'm Annabelle, or you could just call me Belle.. whats yours?"
 
He sits down, looking back at you "Names, hm? Been a long time since I've needed to give that out..." He grabs a small package from a satchel on the side of the seat, tossing it in the seat next to you. Cotton balls. He must have saw how disgruntled you were from the motor.

He takes his seat, checking things, before looking over his shoulder at you. "Baxter. Now, you might want to buckle up... and close your eyes. This is going to happen fast, and I don't have a pair of goggles for you."
 
"Alright Baxter" was all she said before stuffing the cotton balls into her ears and closing her eyes tightly. She couldn't help but wonder what he meant by, 'this is going to happen fast'. But she didn't dare open her mouth again if goggles were required to ride on this thing,

She gripped the sides of her seat and held on, god only knew what anything this man made would do.. she'd didn't trust it not one little bit.
 
The muffled roar sounds once again. The seat rattles and clanks, as the motor underneath opens up, the tires on either side of you spinning. Dust kicks up, as the bike thrusts forward. A wall of wind slams against you, pushing you against the seat, as he twists and turns through the forest, sending you every which way in the carriage.

Finally, his tires hit the pavement, squealing in delight, as the bike opens up more, tearing down the road at breakneck speed. A stray zombie hobbles down the road, seeming to search for the smell of fresh meat. It turns just in time to witness it's demise. The trike barely rustles as the zombie is splattered against the large tire.

In less than 3 minutes, you pull up to a building. In its heyday, it was a beautiful building. Now, with broken windows and cracks running along the foundation, it looked as though the lush hotel had been long since abandoned. He gets out first, grabbing the stool, to help you out. "Did you find the seat belts okay?"
 
She pulled the cotton balls from her ears and looked down at you, her naturally lightly tanned skin was pale white and she had to peel her fingers away from the sides of the seats one by one, to place her hand in yours. She gladly let you help her down from the machine, onto the stool and onto the ground.

She was thankful when her feet hit the ground. "Ah no, I'll be sure to find them for the next time that's for sure" she ran her fingers through her hair and then wiped her face. What was the point of being clean when the drive back was just going to make you need another?

Belle looked over the building and wished she'd gotten the chance to see it lush and beautiful rather than abandoned and falling apart.
 
Baxter opened the door for you, ushering you inside. The interior was lush, still in decent shape, despite a few blood stains, and random debris. The floor was a large painting of the world, detailed and beautifully done. There was a compass around the perimeter of the sphere. North pointed to the desk, where a small woman sat, working on scrubbing something behind the counter.

Baxter walked up to her, placing the pouch on the desk. "Hello Amy." His voice was almost cheery.

"Ah, Baxter... Time for a bath again?"

He nods. "Japanese suite again, if you'd please" Amy nods, offering 2 towels, in exchange for the pouch. He hands you one, leading you down a hall.

The alabaster walls turn slowly into wood lined panels, seeming to be of light construction. The walls are broken up by traditional paper sliding doors, all of them dim. He continues down, before turning, pulling open the door.

The room is a simple changing room, the floor made of concrete. The walls are lined with cubby holds and a coat hangers. There are a plethora of shampoos, soaps, and oils lining the walls, as well as two basins. Baxter grabbed a basin, as well as a few bottles. He knew exactly what he wanted.

His clothes almost flew off his body, his back to you. His form was strong, and wide. Along his back, and shoulders you could see the healed scars of his body. There was also a trail of bullet holes along his right shoulder, as well as a scar that seemed to wrap around his shoulder. He turned at the torso, his chest covered in veil of black hair, show casing more scars, but still showing some display of modesty

"You know... cleaning is on your list of chores too."
 
Belle stripped out of her clothes though not quite as eagerly as Baxter did, exposing the skin of her torso first, which was as smattered with freckles as her face was, she always felt that the freckles across her average B cup breasts made them somehow more inviting. Next to come exposed was the long territory starting at her hips and leading to her toes, the skin here too was covered in welcoming freckles. She was a little self conscious as the small thatch of hair between her legs was exposed but she'd have to get over it.

She was still a bit nervous about having to take a bath with the man. Sighing softly she reached for a basin, and examined the bottles she grabbed a shampoo and nearly died with relief when she saw the conditioner since, her hair required a lot of it. She picked through the soaps and smiled when she found one that was supposed to smell like violets and orchids.

She hadn't really noticed the scars on your body, until you spoke and brought her attention back to you. She was curious about them, and was about to ask you how you'd gotten them when you opened your mouth and claimed that cleaning was on this list of her chores as well. If you meant what she thought you mean, you were in grave danger of being conked over the head with a basin. "Pardon me? cleaning what?"
 
"My back, of course. And don't try any funny business, either. You might be a pretty little thing, but I've been looking forward to this bath all week. I want to enjoy this."

He took his place in front of a shower nozzle, setting his soaps and shampoos on a small ledge just above the nozzle. There was a mirror sitting just over the ledge, as well as a stool dictating his place. He took his seat, and grabbed the shower head. He turned it on, pointed at the wall, adjusting the temperature, rinsed his body. His stiff shoulder slumped gently, as he, for the first time since meeting him, seemed to relax. He looked at you in the mirror, his face... shifted some how.

There it was. it wasn't large, but it was enough. It was almost like Christmas, his eyes casting a small twinkle to them. His cheeks had an almost warm quality about them.

He was smiling.

"If you really cannot keep your hands off me, you can wash my hair, too."
 
This time she couldn't help herself as she looked at you sitting on the stool and spoke "Like I'd want to try any funny business with you? I can hardly stand you as it is."

She set her stuff down and walked over to you, snatching your shampoo off the shelf. She wanted whomp you upside your head with something but when she noticed you relaxed, she realized this was probably the only relaxation you had. Probably the only thing you enjoyed, so she just poured a bit of the liquid into her hands and ran them over your head.

She worked the shampoo into a thick lather, dragging her nails softly over your scalp as she did so and massaging it gently, like she would do to herself when she washed her own hair. Knowing how good it felt, you'd fed her right? you'd basically given her a purpose when you'd made her chop the wood and mix the concrete.. it couldn't hurt to make you feel good she thought. Once she decided your head was clean she rinsed her hands and then said "alright Baxtor, hair is done give it a rinse and I'll do your back."
 
His eyes fluttered gently, shutting as you worked his scalp. He was back in simpler times. Times when he was pampered, taken care of for the simple fact that someone loved him. He took a deep breath, relaxing further. He jumped a little when you spoke, bending at the torso, actually taking care to not get you with the water.

The shampoo rinsed out of his hair, before he shut off the nozzle, readjusting himself in the stool, and looking to you. "You seem quite experienced with that... Hair dresser before the incident?" He straightened his body out as he spoke. His shoulders were exceptionally broad, a good 2 inches on either side of you. There were the scars, again, the light, and the closeness giving more detail.
 
She was a little taken a back by the sudden kindness, she was so sure only minutes ago that you wouldn't have cared either way if you'd sprayed water right in her face. She shook the thought out of her head, she really felt like she shouldn't think that way about anyone. Unless they were a rothead..

Moving from behind you to grab the soap. "I was a shampoo girl at a salon all through high school. It was actually one of my better jobs" she answered your question as she lathered her hands with the soap a bit. Laying her hands on your back softly, she began to lather your back covering it with white foamy bubbles.

She traced her fingers over your scars gently "How'd you get these?" she asked curiously, not wanting to push but letting her curiosity get the better of her as she moved to set the soap down. She moved back behind you and rubbed your shoulders, using the soap and water in a lubricant to massage them.. letting out a bit of the tension hopefully.
 
He moves just a bit into your hands, as he looks to you, in the mirror. "Each one of those has a story, of course. Overall? From inventing for the UN. I was in the robotics and mechanization division. There were a good number of accidents that happened in that field. Some electrical, some with the AI..."

He groans soft as you work one particular scar, on the left side of his back. The scar was jagged, looking more like a tear than a slashed marked. "Keep working that one... The rib actually was split on that one..."
 
"The UN? really.. wow. I guess that explains that beast outside we got here on" she said when you said you worked in robotics and mechanization. "The AI? did it attack you or something?" she asked you curiously looking up at you in the mirror as you looked at her.


She worked her hands over the scar, noting the difference in it than in the others. It almost reminded her of a lightning bolt. She must be going crazy, because she was actually enjoying herself as she worked her hands over your body, working into some of the tighter kinks in your back and then going back to the jagged scar every once and awhile.

"You can rinse now" she said softly as she moved away from you and waited for her turn.
 
He rinsed his back, and stood, stretching a bit. He looked over at you, brow raised a bit.

"You didn't... want me to return the favor, did you?" His brow is arched, sincere curiosity on his face, as the droplets of water trailing down his form. You can see he was eying up the large tub, eager to get in, but still wanted to be honorable to what you did for him.
 
She waved you towards the tub, and grabbed the bottles she'd chosen. "I can handle it don't worry."

She placed the bottles on the shelf and stepped under the already running water, wetting down her curls first. Her mind began to wander as she went through the motions of working the shampoo into the dense mass, for some reason she didn't much feel like pampering herself as she had Baxter. Once she'd lathered it up, she rinsed it out. She followed the shampoo with the conditioner, once she'd worked it through to the scalp, she knotted her hair behind her next and moved for the soap.

She worked her hands into a lather and then spread the soap up and down her delicate arms, after her arms she soaped up her chest and tummy, the scent of the soap drifting up to her nose. Inhaling the scent deeply. It felt so good, she thought.. to be clean.
 
The "tub" so it was, was actually a man-made hot spring. The rocks were cut from the mountains, making a basin for the hot water. The stones were warmed electrically, wiring running beneath the rocks. He smiled softly, walking to the edge.

His back remained towards you, as he melted in the water, ooohing and ahhhing as hs slipped in. The water came up to the middle of his chest, as he sat. He slipped down, his shoulders disappearing beneath the water, his eyes closed, the back of his head resting on the edge.
 
She noticed that you hadn't even really looked at her naked body once while she'd been naked, not when she soaped your hair, or washed your back. And you definitely could have, just looked up in the mirror, or turned your head. It made her wonder, what kind of man could have a younger naked girl wash him and not really look at her once.

It made things easier she though, as she slipped a hand between her legs and quickly washed herself there and then continued her way down her legs. She loved the feel of the fragrant soap on her skin, she almost didn't want to rinse it off. But she did because she wanted to get in that tub as well.

Once she was done, she turned the nozzle for the shower and stepped over to the tub and slid her body into the heat of the water. She moaned softly as the heat lapped at her soft skin.. "this.. is amazing." she whispered softly as she sat across from him.
 
"Isn't it? Closest place in America to an authentic one in Japan. Half the reason I chose this area. It reminds me of..." He fell silently, looking into the water.

"What the hell is that?!?"
"It's like something out of a nightmare..."
"What have you done?!?"

His eyes closed, his face contorted in a grimace. There was something paining him, more than any of the scars on his body. Finally, he sighed gently, his eyes opening.

"Of simpler times..."
 
"Really? It must have been something to go to Japan. Up until a couple weeks ago, I'd never been out of the city I was born and raised in." She noticed you go somewhere else for a moment, and she let it go for now. It was only their first night together. She'd drag what was bothering your soul out of you eventually.

She moved a bit closer to you, and offered "would you like another massage?" She should have been self conscious about the way her breasts had naturally floated on the water but she wasn't.. because you didn't seem to care.
 
"I... Suppose that would be alright."

He still seemed distracted, eyes locked on the water, as though he was reliving something dark in his past.

Just breath, Baxter... deep breaths

He obeyed his thoughts, letting his shoulders rise, his great chest expanding. He held the breath for a moment, before letting it escape him, letting his shoulders relax. He sat up a bit straighter, his mind refocusing.
 
Belle scooted in behind you, it was much easier to move someone in water.. just a little push was all that was needed.

She ran her hands over your shoulders gently, and then down your back. For awhile there she thought you were going to lose your head in whatever it was that you were thinking about. It was refreshing to see you straighten up once again.

It wasn't until then that she began to rub your shoulders, the tension they held astounded her.. they were so tight and bunched. Even when you were relaxed you didn't really seem it. It must be difficult. Her delicate looking hands hid a surprising strength that she used to work the kinks out of your shoulders and back. And every once and awhile she'd toss in a gently stroke.

She liked touching you.. she'd never admit it out loud but she did.
 
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