Masseuse Amaya, Part V(Iceman)

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Early in the morning:

It had already been a busy day for Amaya, proud owner of her little shop, the “Gentle Hands” . Her last duty before the day would really begin had been to broom the street in front of her business, and that was also finished now. Although her shop was located in the outer skirts of the AFW headquarters for easy access for the wrestlers in need of her services, the dutiful girl was not taking any chances with the appearance of her shop and not even the streets in front of it despite the promise of the city government of clean streets anytime.

Quickly jumping under the shower after putting the broom away, she would once again appear in her shop in her white uniform, put the lights on, unlock the door again and sit down with a huff for a little break before her first customer would appear. By the way, who was it? Browsing through the calendar of her reception girl, she could not help but smile as her first entrance was just BURNS. What was that supposed to mean? Would Mr. Burns from the Simpsons be a customer today? Would it burn? She didn´t know but wasn´t mad. Her employee was new and also on parole like her, so she did not expect any wonders at this point.

So she continued browsing through the calendar and did not pay much attention to the door. Her trusty little bell at the door would tell her when the mysterious BURNS would appear anyway.

It was a lovely Saturday morning and the break of dawn started bathing the single store house on the outskirts of the city. When the sunlight made its way through the main bedroom’s skylight the woman on the bed stirred as she woke up. Ailinn just loved getting awoke like this, always going for the sun as her best alarm on her free days. It was as if she was in touch with nature when she allowed to be woke up like that. She rolled away for some time in her queen size bed as she took care of the remaining drowsiness until she finally felt with enough energy to move from the bed. Sitting on the edge she stretched her body like a cat in a such a way that her silk sleeping shirt revealed her underwear and some of her stomach. Finally on her feet Ailinn crossed to the bathroom where she turned the shower on so the water could get warm. She liked her water hot as hell so she took care of her clothes and looked at her figure in a mirror while she yawned until she jumped inside the shower.

As much as the greenette liked using her bathtub there wasn’t any time to do that that morning. Ailinn had an important appointment in a massage house. For some days her shoulders and lower back have been feeling a little sore and she was worried about any possible injury that could take her from the mats for some time, so after inquire into it a very nice receptionist at the AFW gym told her that there was this massage house so close to the facilities and that the people in there were really good at easing pain away. Being a wrestler herself she only had to ask to the AFW staff to make an appointment in her place, so she went for it and got the first place in that Saturday morning.

After taking her shower she slipped inside some plain, dark green underwear and took a simple combo of short jeans, sleeveless sweater and a sweatshirt on top. After that she applied some simple eyeliner and she was ready. The Irish rushed out of her house and walked for some minutes through pure nature. The main reason she chose that house the AFW helped her find was the chance she got to walk through the woods for some minutes until arriving at the train station. Then she would hop on a train that would take her to the city.

Spoiler:

The AFW stewardess wasn’t lying when she said that the massage house was so close to the AFW headquarters. “Gentle Hands, huh.” The place looked little but the care the front door was cleaned and the entrance swept gave away that whoever worked in there gave real importance to image and detail. Without further ado the greenette would get to the door and step in, the jingle of a bell marking her entrance.

The reception looked small but comfy. Some seats formed a waiting room where clients could enjoy a little break before their massage. A front desk marked the place where the receptionist would be. One woman was behind it browsing some papers. “Good morn…” Ailinn’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked better at the woman in the front desk. It was a little bit difficult to recognize her since there was no vampire make up in there, but the Irish was so good with faces. The greenette froze in place as she noticed her host. “A-Amaya?”

Her trusty little bell did her job, and the former maiko looked up with a gentle smile. Not knowing that she would face the person that was probably pretty high in her top 10 of people she did NOT want to see.

Not so good with faces but with familiar persons, the blood rushed out from her face for a moment to leave her nearly as pale as if she was dressed as a vampire. What could she possibly want? Finish what she had started on camera now in private? Maybe she had spotted her through the window and now wanted to mock and insult her further. But she looked very surprised to see her, so this was probably not it. Then it dawned on her. BYRNE, not BURNS! Her new help had probably mispronounced the name Byrne for Burns, with a Gaelic surname surely not the most common of spellings anyway.

Getting her shit together, Amaya would force herself on her feet draw her dress clean while she walked around the corner for a purely mechanical bow that gave testament of uncomfortable she felt in this situation.
”Good morning, customer-sama.”
She said with a shaky voice, trying to sound as friendly as possible. With mixed results if you wanted to formulate it favorably. She also did not answer the question of Aiilinn, a sign at the side of her cleavage would do that task for her.
”Welcome to the Gentle Hands. What can we do for you?”

There was no doubt the woman that received the Irish was no other than Amaya, the vampire minion that faced Imperious Byrne on her last match. There was a lot of things that gave that away, her voice, the way she said the formal title applied to clients or superiors, the elegant and yet obliging bow she made to her… But the most obvious and unmistakable sign was the literal sign on her uniform that read “Amaya”.

Amaya looked the same attentive woman that Ailinn, no, Imperious, got to meet some days ago, but at the same she looked so cold, so distant, like trying to build several walls between the greenette and her. Ailinn had never met any of the women she had dominated in a match out of the AFW environment so this was so new for the Irish she didn’t know exactly how to react, and the masseur’s cold welcome made her feel a little bit uneasy. She was still professional, but her politeness looked too artificial, too forced on her.

Imperious was indeed used to get the hate and spite of her rivals and the women she dominates, but Ailinn wasn’t ready for that as she looked at the masseur with a perplexed look on her face, not knowing how to react or assimilate the situation. At the moment she even wasn’t sure if Amaya was the masseur or just the receptionist, but this meeting could have been fateful if the woman felt inside all that bitterness against the greenette. Ailinn managed to compose herself as she resolved to try and reach out to Imperious’ previous rival. “O-oh, yes, sorry. I had an appointment for some massage.”, Ailinn said still a little uncomfortable and shy at the situation.

So she wanted a massage. And she was even pretending to be a little bit bulldozed by the situation. So far so good, at least she would pay some of the dignity of Amaya back with hard coin. Not she by herself, but those greedy perverts who financed the league she got her budget from. Amaya was not sure if this was enough to at least pretend that she was greeting her just like a regular customer, but she had to play along and try as hard as she could as she had not paid back much of the loan she had received from AFW, a small business wasn´t such a money machine as a big wrestling league and she could not afford a wrestler being not happy with her services.

”You´ve come to the right place, customer-sama! Our house works only with the best oils, herbs and smells, and all our massage therapists are experienced in the needs of women massage as many wrestlers regularly visit our house.”
She would offer he most friendly but still ashen colored smile in her facial impression repertoire.
”As AFW wrestler, you are automatically in possession of the platinum level treatment. For no cost as the league covers your expenses, you can choose between four options, or a combination of options:”
She explained while already readying a paper and a pencil.
”You can get a massage for medical purposes. You can have a relaxing massage. You can also have a sensual massage. Option four is an oil wrestling match with me up to one fall or your choice or by a submission type of your choice. But this option can first be used after you have also chosen an option out of the first three.”

Amaya had learned this introduction so much that it was pretty easy to say it without even having to try.
”If you have understood this, I need an autograph from you here and a cross by the option or options you choose. Take your time to read it carefully.”
She would close her statement, offering both the paper and the pencil to Ailinn.

Ailinn had a look at the place as Amaya made her explanation. The massage house looked like a small but friendly and welcoming place. The Irish wasn’t sure about what was going on with an AFW wrestler having a sidejob like that. It is not like any of the stars wrestling for AFW needed any kind of extra money, so she ruled out that possibility. No, it had to be something else. Maybe this was in fact her main job and she got the wrestling gig as some kind of hobby? The greenette didn’t have enough evidence to point into a specific direction.

There was something else that caught her attention as Amaya still looked like she wanted as much distance between the two of them. Was it possible that the smaller brunette had in reality that kind of character? No, that was definitely not possible. Ailinn was sure that the woman Imperious faced couldn’t be as cold and cutting as this person in front of her. Besides, Ailinn noticed how Amaya avoided at any cost addresing her by name, and using the most formal treatment possible. Something in that made her feel hurt, but if something was going on with the smaller woman she should get to the bottom of it.

Ailinn listened carefully to Amaya’s explanation about the services she could offer. The Irish arched her brow, her puzzling hard to hide as she noticed something. Well, having some kind of sensual massage in store was something to be expected, but wrestling matches? That was something weird to offer for a massage store that looked like that. “Wrestling… what? No! I just want to get rid of some tension on my shoulders and lower back...”, the Irish said as she took the pen and the paper, marking the squares no 1 and 2 and scribbling her elegant signature before giving all the material back. “And Amaya, it’s just Ailinn, no formalities needed, please.”, she attempted to break the tension with a kind comment to Amaya.

*Don´t you think that I yelled your stupid name loud enough? Or that I have not smeared enough honey around your trap? Some nerve this girl has.*
her angry inner voice urged her to just show Ailinn the door, but that would be both dangerous and stupid.

”The Gentle Hands is also kind of a training facility for AFW wrestlers. It spares the talent the time to walk around and search for a suitable sparring partner.”
Although many wrestlers would probably take advantage of this offer, it had a barbed hook to swallow too. Getting massaged was part of the deal in any way, and some of the weaker bitches of the AFW roster had already been too aroused for a competitive match and had then been quickly overwhelmed and defeated by Amaya, sometimes even through an involuntary hentai pin.

And speaking of barbed hooks, she could throw one out for Ailinn too, following the letter of her demand but not the spirit. For the first time she was faintly smiling after meeting the other girl this morning.
”Sure, Ailinn-san. I can use your first name, but I have to follow the protocol of the house too. My deep apologies for that.”
She added with a bow to excuse herself. Now she had used the name but used the most formal suffix. It would have been rude to not use a suffix at all, so she could perfectly justify that. Hooray for the Japanese language!

Then she would invite her customer over to a rack with oils and scents, waving with her hand to present the goods.
”Can I interest you in a scent or in an oil for your massage? We have everything from herbal to sour and sweet, heavy or light, aethereal or fresh. Ignore the price tags, the league covers the expenses for your treatment.”

Ailinn was somehow perplexed about a simple massage house being also a training facility for the AFW. No matter how she tried to look at it it sounded fishy and forced, being the gyms so close, and being honest, it’s not that hard to find a sparring partner. But the Irish didn’t have the time to inquire into that as she had some more things in mind. For starters she really felt that she needed that massage. She understood about professionalism and that, after all she also considered herself a professional, but having as a masseuse someone so distant and who could most likely have a grudge against her wasn’t a comfortable thought at all. Not like Ailinn didn’t trust Amaya or her craft, it was more like the Irish didn’t like to have someone despise her, at least not without a clear motive.

At least for now the masseuse was using Ailinn’s first name to refer to her, even if she used some other courtesy ending. Damn, why do I have to be so bad at Japanese? Just as she returned the paper and pen and after Amaya bowed to her apologizing for her formal language, the masseuse would guide the Gaelic through a colorful shelf, all full with different small glass bottles. Each of them had a different color and a label signaling its contents and its price. Ailinn blinked twice at each of the labels, impressed on how big was the amount of money that some of those oils and fragrances cost. She knew close to nothing about this craft or about oils so she didn’t even know what to say when Amaya told her to pick some to use on her. “I-I don’t know much about oils… I’m in your hands, literally. But fragrances, fragrances…” she said exploring the shelf, reading every label until her finger stopped at a light purple flask. “Here, lavender. I like the scent of lavender, can we use some of this?” she said without even touching the small flask.

It was kind of ironic how Ailinn said that she was in he hands of Amaya, both literally and figuratively. The whole situation of the late part of their match now basically reversed in a certain way, the Japanese could swallow a smug smile just in time before the Gaelic girl bended forward to look over the whole assortment of smells and massage ingredients in all kinds of tubes and glasses she had to offer.

She had to admit that lavender was fitting Ailinn like a glove. An obnoxious, heavy smell in the nose that made you yawn over time. Of course this was the Amaya thinking how she disliked Ailinn. The neutral or even friendly Amaya would have probably concluded that her customer was kind of an autumn type and lavender was very fitting for her.

”Of course. I will put it into the dispenser while you store your clothes in the locker room and pick up two towels to cover you if you want. The massage area will already smell of it when you enter. For the oil I would advise you with a simple herbal oil? It is relaxing and gentle to the skin without ruining the necessary force for an effective massage.”
Oh yes, there would be effective force, that was already for sure now. Again a little smile streaked over her face for a second while she stored the paperwork in an armored shelf.
”Any questions?”
If not, the Japanese would open the door to the locker room and bow deeply before crossing into the massage room through another door

Ailinn listened with attention to detail when Amaya told her to go into the locker room and change into a couple of towels. The masseuse also took some time to make a recomendation to her in the oil department. “Of course, herbal oil it is. I trust your judgement.” The Irish had no idea about oils or medicinal massage techniques, so from that moment she had to blindly trust her counterpart as a professional. Even so, she had a unsettling feeling as she felt that tension could be cut with a knife. She would have to try and make that change. “No, no questions. I will go change now.”, the Gaelic said as she stepped in the locker room.

It was a small room intended for one person at a time. Several drawers were used to store the client’s clothes while they were in the massage room. Also white towels were properly folded in a cupboard. Ailinn took one and noticed it smelled good and clean. She got rid of her clothes and her trainers, put everything in one of the drawers and then draped her bust and private parts in towels. They also were soft at the touch. Amaya definitely had her place under control, everything looked clean, tidy and well put. It was as if this small business was her real passion, or at least that was what the Gaelic felt while watching this pretty little store. But she didn’t have the time for mind dwelling, Amaya was sure waiting her so she used the second door to step into the massage room.