Flight Of Fancy

CHAPTER 2: LIGHT ENTERTAINMENT

Alone in the room I decide to really take it all in. I return to my previous thought. There are a set of small double doors which open out onto a balcony, but I'm too much of a coward to venture out onto the raised platform. Further observation reveals a wardrobe that must have been painstakingly carved, it is so elaborate. I open it up and...

I feel a presence sneaking up behind me. I turn abruptly around and find myself standing before a pair of tall women that are garbed from head to foot in black and white. Each of them wears a pair of pants and long sleeve shirt complete with hood, both black, along with a set of gloves, boots and masks, all white.

"If it pleases you," one of the left one speaks speaks with a slight bow.

"We are here to prepare you," the right follows up with both speech and action.

"Prepare me?" I choke out as I take a step back.

"Yes, you must be bathed," the left explains as she extends a hand.

"And dressed properly," the right adds and extends a hand as well.

I breathe a sigh of relief. They're statement about 'being prepared' made me return to the double entendres from before, but their elaboration put me at ease. The two advance as one and each takes a side as they escort me to the bath. The one pulls on a lever and hot water pours from the mouth of a stone lion, which I somehow hadn't noticed before.

While this is happening the second takes to undressing me. My face turns beet red as she strips me of all clothing and I stand naked before the world. My embarrassment is only amplified when the two come together and start removing their clothing as well, but my shame turns to curiosity as I find that their bodies are completely invisible.

I'm so lost in my viewing of the women who appear not to be there that I don't register being led into the bath, not until I feel the water against my skin. I am ushered to a seating position and my body is immersed with only my head popping out of the water. It feels like heaven and I simply melt.

I feel a gentle touch upon my shoulders and remember my two companions who entered the bath with me. Being invisible, the only mark of their presence is the indentations in the water that show off their curvaceous bodies and I blush a bit thinking of myself sitting in a tub with two lovely, naked ladies.

"Are you comfortable?" a woman asks and I identify her as the woman who had been on my right who proceeds to massage my stiff shoulders.

"Yes, we live to serve," the woman who had been on my left adds as she pours a liquid form out of a bottle onto her hand.

I close my eyes and allow the two women to work their magic. I can feel the deep tissue massage that the one gives me while the other soaps down my body. I allow my mind to drift as it pleases and it focuses on the menial little showers I would take and how they pale in comparison to the ecstasy I now feel. But my joy is short lived when the woman washing me takes hold of my groin.

"Would you like us to satisfy you?" she asks of me and continues to fondle me.

"We have many skills in the carnal arts," the massaging woman chimes in as she continues to knead at my muscles.

I cast my head downward.

"What's wrong?" the masseuse queries as she halts her fingers.

"Did we say something we ought not?" the soaper contributes and releases me.

I hold silent for the moment. "It is nothing you have done or said that brings me such sorrow," I assure them while raising my head a few degrees. "It is my own shortcoming that has brought to me such shame."