Riley's Tigreshan

Chapter Two

RILEY

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz my alarm sounds. Shutting the blasted thing off, I open my eyes and look around my quarters, slowly rising from bed. I stretch, my body feeling well rested. Something I'm not quite used to, it's been at least a year since I've had a good night's sleep.

I haven't been depressed or anxious in any way. I walk over to the washroom, the door panel slides open. I walk in to tend to my business relieving myself. When I'm finished I step over to the shower and because I didn't experiment with the shower yesterday. I fumble a bit with the buttons until I find the right setting. Quickly I disrobe and step inside.

The feel of the water pressure is amazing, unlike the crappy pressure from the old pipes back home. So I just stand under the water enjoying the warmth for a few minutes, then set myself to washing. I wash, the smell of the soap has my senses alight. Not knowing what it is, I'll have to ask an employee about it later. Only when I shut off the water do I realize there are no towels. Well, shit. I ring out as much water from my hair with my hands as I can. As I lean against the wall to debate with myself whether I should use my pajamas to dry off or not, a sudden warm wind fills the shower. Seconds later I'm as dry as the desert. Well, not that dry.

Stepping out of the shower, I walk up to the sink naked as the day I was born, and brush my teeth. A few minutes later I'm dressed. As I stare at my reflection I consider leaving my wavy brown hair down, but ultimately decide to pull it up into a messy bun.

Sweeping up my comm tablet from the table, I set out the door. My eyes immediately catch sight of a sign on the wall showing the direction to the galley. As I continue down there are a few others heading the same direction. They chat with each other, but I don't catch much as the downright scary. Of those I recognize are a couple of green scaled Moeg males with horns jutting out of their heads huddled together at one of the tables, and laughter bubbles out of them. At another table a short distance from the two Moegs, sits a pair of Va'rn females and despite their alien features, they're painstakingly beautiful with opaque orange skin with long flowing onyx hair.

There's a view screen that lines the outer wall, with an ocean view from another planet playing, strangely enough. Off to the left there's a long table with machines that look like microwaves set atop. But I already know that they are not microwaves even though they look like them. They're actually food replicators, showcasing food options from different planets.

Because I'm in the mood for something different. I opt for something that shows it's from Osauri. O'shet stew, a hearty grain and root type vegetable that looks like it's in a thick broth of some sort. The smell is rather different, not really earthy. It's a little spicy, and kinda nutty.

I grab my tray once it indicates that it's ready. I head over to one of the closer unoccupied tables and sit. At the first bite, flavor swarms my mouth. Definitely nutty, but not like any kind of nut I've tasted before. The spice is almost peppery, but a little more intense. Despite the intensity of the flavor, I practically inhale it.

I haven't had food that tastes this good in quite some time. Looking around I notice a few of the other occupants, a couple lizard-like males and a few females more or less cat-like in nature. I did notice a sign when I entered the galley noting that mingling with the other guests is encouraged. But I'm not really in the mood for a meet and greet at the moment. Instead I open up the ship's inter-web site to check out what activities are available. There's a gym with free-weights and a sparring mat, and a home theater. But what catches my eye is the spa, and right now a massage sounds great. Booking an appointment for a thirty minute massage.

As I enter the massage section of the spa, the attendant hands me a plush lavender robe to change into. Then points me in the direction of the changing room.

"Thank you," I tell the attendant.

He is not a species I'm familiar with, he's tall, and lanky with spindly arms and legs. Having a rather oblong shaped head, large oval eyes that are black as the depths of space. There aren't any visible eyelids that I can see. Just a kind of membrane that sweeps down as it blinks. And slits for a nose. He's a pale yellow-green in color.

Stepping into the changing room, I close the curtain to block myself from being seen as I strip down. I've never had a massage in a spa before, I can tell I'm getting a bit anxious because my heart begins to speed up at the prospect of being completely nude and at the hands of a complete stranger. I slip into the robe, and step out of the changing room. I glance around at the room. I see that there are three massage tables side by side, about three feet apart with a privacy divider between them. Soft relaxing music plays, presumably to help keep the patrons calm. I'm not quite feeling the calming effect yet.

The lights are dimmed, and it smells lovely here. Something with a hint of jasmine and lavender, if I were to associate it with any scents I'm familiar with. I walk over to one of the tables, remove the robe I'm wearing and hop up onto one of the tables and cover myself with the small sheet provided. I lay on my stomach, resting my head on crossed arms. Taking in a few deep breaths to try and calm myself of the anxiousness I'm experiencing. I can only assume that the person who's going to be massaging me will likely be an alien. I haven't noticed any human employees thus far.

Hearing footsteps I push myself up to see the gargantuan of a male that walks in. He stops mid stride when our eyes lock on each other. It's not more than a couple of seconds, but it feels like an eternity before he shakes his head and resumes walking towards me. He's all massive brawn, and hypnotically beautiful. And by beautiful I mean, he's HOT! He's easily seven feet tall, and his lean body is covered in bulging muscles. I swear there's not an ounce of fat on him. His skin is a rich chocolate in color, with even darker stripes.

His markings remind me of an earth tiger. He has an impossibly long tail, that sweeps along the floor as he saunters towards me. The tip of his tail flicks casually from side to side. He wears nothing but shorts that barely cover the entirety of his taut backside, and a tank that stretches heavenly across his extremely large pectorals. He's so big I'm surprised he fit through the door.

"Welcome, my name is Tohgren," his voice is exquisite and deep. His accent is even more appealing.

"Hello," I manage under a flush of embarrassment. I'm sure that my face lights up nearly as bright as the sun. A sly smirk passes Tohgren's face, but he doesn't say anything.

"You look tense and stressed. Don't worry I'll fix that right up for you."

Letting out a nervous giggle, I lay my head back down on my crossed arms, feeling a bit more tense than I did before Tohgren walked in here. But I relax as he begins massaging my shoulders. His hands glide easily across my flesh as he uses an aromatic oil. I thought for a moment that a guy this big couldn't be gentle, but the way he works his hands across my muscles is utterly amazing. I'm barely able to suppress a moan as he meticulously works each knot from my shoulders, but it feels too good.

Just when I finally stop embarrassing myself, his hands slide down my back sending electrifying jolts through my spine, but this time I can't help but make sounds. I can hear a slight chuckle, but nothing more. Once he's satisfied that my back is completely relaxed. His hands begin to cascade across the back of my thighs. His fingers gliding smoothly across the flesh there, is delicious. Sort of a wonderful torture. I feel myself getting aroused, but I tamp down those feelings.Then his glorious hands slide across my calves. Getting an equally tortured sensation with the languid strokes he takes across them. And all too soon, he's finished.