03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Tristan had been working at the massage parlor for a month now. It was a relatively simple job and he preferred it that way. He spent about half his time on massages, a small amount talking to customers (his manager had quickly learned Tristan was not a salesperson. But he was so good at massages that he already had people ask for him by name, so instead, he was a great marketing point himself), and the rest cleaning. He was quite fond of cleanliness and organization. Elrond seemed both surprised and appreciative of this quality in his roommate. He was no different at work.
Honestly it meant he did most of the cleaning because he would rather do something functional than chat and he didn't pay any mind to the fact that he pulled a lot more weight than his coworkers. But that also afforded him a lot of bonuses. Such as picking his own hours and even clients, though he was quite accommodating there. Everyone deserved to feel good, after all.
He had just finished with his previous customer, cleaning up and restocking the small, comfortably heated private room. The space was a bit small, the room just large enough to contain a large massage table and space to move around it. There was a humidifier, a speaker that presently was playing the sound of ocean waves on a beach, a chair for him, and a small cabinet that held heated damp towels, lotions, oils, stones, and other equipment. The far wall was wood paneling with rustic popped out shelves, a few with candles. The side wall contained a mirror the length of the table, which Tristan honestly found more distracting than anything. And of course, all the walls were sound proofed, to protect from the outside noise or other clients or discussions in the lobby.
He stepped out to the small hallway and moved to the back to check who his last appointment for the day was.
This was something Darcy absolutely never did. She would rather sprint through the forest naked in human form to relieve her stress before she’d ever set up an appointment for a massage for herself. But it was a gift, and she tried not to be inconsiderate. So when her boss gave her the coupon for the massage, she accepted it with a smile and lied through her teeth about how excited she was to redeem it.
Yay.
But oddly enough, after the stress of just… well, everything; she needed to relax. And since she was trying to convince herself that she could destress without resorting to sex with her best friend; a massage seemed like the most logical solution. And a recommendation from the receptionist when she called to book her appointment, left her scheduled with… well honestly; she sort of zoned out. She just knew she booked a massage with someone who was supposed to be great.
As someone who wasn’t quite sure what to expect, Darcy chose to dress comfortably, a loose fitting grey t-shirt, a pair of biker shorts and a pair of scuffed up and very worn black converse. Her curls were down and in their usual look of a mess as she slid out of her truck, having parked at the local shopping center’s lot. The closer she got to the massage parlor she couldn’t help but notice a familiar scent. Did the lone wolf she’d met a while back frequent here? “Darcy Vance, I have a 4:30 massage booked.” she told the receptionist, checking in and finding the scent was stronger. It wasn’t a passive scent. He was here. Perhaps getting a massage and just relaxing. What she was supposed to be doing.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Apr 12, 2024 0:45:31 GMT
A young man sat at the front desk, fielding calls and appointments and general questions. "Afternoon, Miss Vance," he said, looking down at his computer. "It looks like you're scheduled with Tristan," he said, looking back up with a smile. He selected a piece of paper and a pen and handed it over. "I see you haven't been here yet so if you would take a seat and fill this out? It's just a form to cover what you are and aren't comfortable with, if you have any pain anywhere, and things like that. If you sit down in the foyer, he'll meet you in a minute."
Tristan had a number of clients. None he would consider regulars just yet. But plenty of them were other werewolves. Though (and he tended to agree) many of them found stress relief more enjoyable when it was something active. Running with other wolves, playing sports, rolling in something. But muscle stiffness and strain affected everyone and sometimes, a nap and more focused relief was useful.
He picked up the woman's scent before he walked out of the back room to the front a few minutes after Darcy sat down. He didn't recognize her visually, but he knew the scent. The Blood Rose pack Alpha. Darcy Vance. "Hello," he said simply, looking her over.
“O-oh, of course.” Darcy gave a half smile as she nodded, accepting the form and moving to take a seat to fill it out. Paperwork was at least an easy thing to focus on and she typically enjoyed it, but that was work. This particular form made her feel a touch odd; listing what she was okay with (which, was basically anything that helped her relax), where she was particularly sore (her neck had been sore for damn near a week), and so on. Hell, she was tempted to pencil in a ‘safe word’ just for shits and giggles.
Safe words.
Fuck.
She was supposed to be trying not to think of Ferris. Not drawing on specific memories with him over the last few months. Especially when thinking of him and that rope seemed to get her a touch excited, and she didn’t need that right before a massage. She’d never be able to relax-
That scent filtered more heavily into the room as a man entered and she couldn’t help but glance up. She hadn’t seen him like this before, so naturally her dark brown gaze took him in. He was handsome, and it almost bothered her that she didn’t feel that excitement she used to feel when meeting someone attractive freaking imprint bond. She stood up and offered a smile, her usual confidence still intact at least. “Hello.” She said with a nod, raising her brow as she realized that he wasn’t just a guest, but an employee. Suddenly she felt a touch hesitant. She had assumed he had given her a last name when they first met. That could be typical with some older wolves. But she didn’t anticipate that her masseuse would be the lone wolf. “I guess I’m your 4:30.”
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Apr 12, 2024 17:55:24 GMT
Dark eyes studied the young woman perhaps just a bit more carefully than he would any other client. Not because she was a werewolf but because she was someone he knew. If barely. Her human form was a bit smaller than he might have expected. He liked her curls and even from her position sitting could tell she had nice thighs and a nice ass.
"It is 4:28," he said. He didn't need to look at the clock. He didn't understand her sentence in the slightest. Belatedly he reached out to offer Darcy his hand to shake, recalling there were certain pieces of information he was supposed to relay to her as part of his job. "My name is Tristan. I'll be your masseuse." His voice was low and smooth, and if not for the slightly uncomfortable lack of inflection a normal person might have with their tone, his voice would have been comforting to listen to.
He looked down at the paper in her hand. "Did you have any questions?" About the paper she had filled out, about the massage, about him, about life in general. His inflection left much to be desired.
Whether she did or did not, he turned and gestured for her to follow him down the narrow hallway to the room he used, holding the door open for her. It was bathed in a warm comfortable lighting. Bright enough for him to see, dim enough that should a guest close their eyes, it would be easy to take a nap.
Darcy wasn’t unaware of his eyes taking her in, though typically with wolves she merely assumed she was be sized up.
Sized up, and found wanting.
They had been words she’d overheard being used to describe her as an Alpha. But clearly I’d that were the case, someone would have bested her by now. She wasn’t foolish enough to believe she couldn’t be bested. She just hadn’t been up to this point in time. There was always the chance though, especially if she couldn’t get her mind refocused. Lately she’d felt like a bitch in heat, and she found it more than a touch embarrassing.
She glanced at the clock at his words, giving a slight nod before taking his hand and shaking it. “Pleasure to meet you, Tristan.” She offered softly, her eyes following his gaze to the paper in her hand as if she’d forgotten she’d been holding it. “Oh! Uh, I don’t think so.” Darcy offered the paper to him and then chuckled.
“Unless you need a safe word, I think it’s all there.” She teased with a grin, running a hand through her hair as she followed him. When he held a door open for her, she gave an appreciative nod as she stepped into the room and looked around. It wasn’t a very large room, but it had a relaxing ambiance. Hopefully she could just focus on that, and perhaps her body could relax and enjoy the massage.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Apr 13, 2024 5:40:40 GMT
He nodded. It was nice to meet her in person, especially not around the place he had claimed as his own. Elrond's property was by no means a territory, but he would do his utmost to defend it and the man he lived with from any strangers to that space. It made him more defensive than normal, not that he was always the warmest.
He didn't answer her right away, needed a moment to process. He could only assume she was worried about the massage. From the paper, she had never been here before and since she didn't seem to have many preferences, he surmised Darcy had never had a massage before. Perhaps she thought a safe word necessary, either due to something she had heard or her own anxiety over the appointment. Or perhaps she expected this to be a different sort of massage. Which was decidedly not what Blissful Bodywork catered toward, but between two consenting adults...it was a private room.
Regardless, Tristan stepped in behind her, the door still open. "If you need a safe word," he said seriously. "I prefer actions, for when my partner cannot speak." Be that because of a gag or the inability to produce meaningful sounds around their pleasure. He glanced over the paper and continued on, as if that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Tristan set aside the paper and stepping back outside. "Undress to what you are comfortable with and then lay down under the blanket." He'd close the door and leave her alone for a few minutes unless otherwise directed.
The room was private, which definitely soothed her to a degree. It wasn’t so much that she was nervous, she just wasn’t used to being touched like this without it being, well; sex related. So naturally making a joke was her way of trying to ease her own discomfort. And while she had expected him to merely brush off the joke, she was surprised that he actually offered an opinion on the matter. And she couldn’t help but blush, mostly because her mind immediately jumped to the times when a ‘safe action’ would definitely have been more manageable than words.
“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that… I might keep that I mind and borrow that idea sometime.” Darcy admitted with a grin, feeling a touch less nervous and more her confident self than she had previously. His next statement left her amused. What she was comfortable with? That was a hilarious thought, considering she was accustomed to undressing anytime she wanted to ‘wolf-out’, and a lot of times that involved being around her pack or other wolves.
“Okay.” She said softly; setting her wallet, phone and car keys as she casually began to undress. She pulled the grey t-shirt off over her head, folding it and setting it neatly on her personal items. Next went her biker shorts, after she’d slipped out of her shoes. She removed the socks, tucking them into the shoes before realizing she probably should have let him leave the room before she just started stripping. But at this point in time, it didn’t matter. She removed the dark green lace bra and panty set and moved to ease herself on the table, pulling the blanket up over herself.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Apr 13, 2024 19:41:59 GMT
There werewolf had no idea that it was a joke. He nodded as Darcy said she might use that idea. It was a good one. Not always something that came to be necessary, but he had been with plenty of partners who were easily overwhelmed to the point of clear speech. And he himself knew he could be perhaps a bit too focused, so having an action helped him too. But she hadn't answered his concern and he would much rather establish it now than later. "Do you need a safe word?"
While yes, Tristan had stripped naked plenty of times before transforming to avoid the nuisance of buying new clothes, he'd also spent a large amount of time nude and was aware that most people did not, even in the relative privacy of their own homes. Darcy might be a werewolf, but he made not prior judgement to her comfort removing fabric. Which, almost before he finished the sentence, she was already doing with him in the room.
Rather than leave for no reason, he simply reached behind him and closed the door, so that at least he had privacy from others. Somehow, he doubted she cared, but there was always the chance, her being a local, that there was someone else she didn't wish to see her so exposed walking into the massage parlor. Tristan simply stood there, back to the door, watching her undress. It barely took a few seconds, as clearly this was something she was used to doing. He noticed some of the scars he had before in her wolf form, plus many more that fur had hidden. She had earned quite a lot in her life so far.
"Front or back first?" He offered. "Anywhere specific besides your neck?" He stepped to the cabinet and selected one of the oils from the top and opened it, starting with a small amount in his hands. It wasn't cold, but he still rubbed it together to ensure it was the same temperature as his touch. The air took on a faint lavender scent.
“Oh, no. I don’t think that will be necessary.” She assured him with a nod as she had begun to strip herself. Nudity wasn’t something Darcy found herself embarrassed or nervous about. Though lately she’d spent most of her time naked with one person specifically. Thoughts of her shared intimacy with Ferris made her blush, since she was supposed to be relaxing. Not letting herself get work up and excited at the thought of her best friend’s naked body pressed against hers.
Damn. She shook her head slightly and tried to relax as she sat and held the blanket to her chest. She watched Tristan with a raised brow and then considered for a moment before she laid face down on the massage table. It might be easier for her to relax if she could just shut her mind off for a little while. “Back first, and aside from my neck, I’ve been getting this odd sort of catch in my back, on the right side. Like, the back of my ribcage.” She tried to gesture with her arm, but it wasn’t quite the most natural way to bend her arm.
“I love lavender.” She couldn’t help but say when the scent of the oil filled her nostrils, something about the scent already helping her feel a bit less tense as she took a calming breath in.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Apr 27, 2024 1:01:20 GMT
Tristan trusted her to know herself and her comfort level. AS much as the mention of a safe word and then her dropping it confused him, he wouldn't press. It was just a massage after all. He was here to work and there were rules about not doing certain things at work. But it wouldn't be the first time he fulfilled customer requests anyway.
He could tell there was something that had the she-wolf distracted. That faint blush, the way she shook her head to a conversation they weren't having, the aroused scent. That was the most confusing part, considering he could tell it wasn't directed at him. Darcy seemed the very direct sort, like he was. If she wanted him, now that the door was closed, there was nothing stopping her but herself. For the werewolf who relied heavily on scent, it was a lot of mixed signals over whether she just wanted a massage or something more. He hummed an encouraging affirmative to her choice, watching her turn over. He fixed the blanket over her back and then folded it down so that just her ass and upper thighs were covered. As lovely as her wolf form had been, her human one was also exquisite.
Tristan continued to rub the oil in his hands and then trailed a finger down her spine and to the spot she had attempted to indicate. "Here?" he asked, gently exploring her skin and muscle beneath without pressing too much. He gave her a moment to confirm or correct him, instead moving his hands up her back on either side of her spine, beginning a soft but firm massage of her shoulders and upper back as the lavender scent permeated the room. "Are any of your scars sensitive?" he asked. He knew from experience that it was probably stressful for her to expose herself like this to a normal human, especially in a medical or self-care setting. But there was no need to worry about questions or concerns from him. Only admiration.
As he worked his way over her back, compressing, rubbing, pressing, he used a wide array of techniques. Often with the heel of his hand and thumb, his fingers, but even his forearm and elbows. Her neck was very stiff with a few knots, and while there were others buried in her shoulders, she was far from the most beat up client he had worked on. Plenty to work on, but nothing falling apart. He moved down her back, then worked on her shoulders, arms and hands, even down to her fingers, occasionally adding more massage oil to the mix. While some masseuses were into small talk, he was not one of them, regardless of whether his client wished to chat or not. But he was willing to listen.
Returning to her lower back and ribs again, he pulled the blanket down just a bit and began a few easy presses and stretches, trying to figure out just where it was she was having the problem.
Her confusing and odd behavior wasn’t lost on her, but she couldn’t quite help it. Her experience with a massage was typically leading toward what a business would consider ‘lewd behavior’. And lately, she had been fairly consistent with only being touched by one person intimately. So it was just causing her a little more stress than she meant. Which probably didn’t make her an ideal client to be receiving a massage. But the most obviously annoying thing was the scent of her arousal.
It was embarrassing, and she wasn’t quite sure what, if anything; she ought to say. He was a werewolf, so she knew he could tell. She didn’t want him to think it was directed at him. Not that he wasn’t incredibly attractive, but she had been thinking about someone else. Darcy let out a slow breath at the feel of his finger running down her spine. And when he asked “Here?”, almost directly landing on the problem area, she winced slightly. “Hm, yeah. That’s the spot… it started giving me trouble about a week ago.” She couldn’t think about any other details surrounding when it started. Just that the cold weather was leaving.
The gentle feel of his hands exploring and working on her muscles was different, but good. She wasn’t used to being handled so thoroughly. “Most are alright, the one on lower back gets a little spicy sometimes.” She admitted with a slight chuckle as she relaxed her breathing and tried not to think too much. Typically she would exercise more caution about being so exposed, but Tristan was a werewolf too, and older than her; he likely could tell more than any human could from looking at her scars. The most recent being the marred flesh on her left thigh from her encounter with that bear back in the fall. Back when Ferris got a front row seat to finding out about the existence of werewolves.
As stressful as she’d originally walked in feeling; that started to melt away as Tristan worked his magic on her body. He was clearly very skilled at his job. Occasionally his pressure resulting in a gasp or groan, and even the soft moan when something felt particularly good. His hands were warm, and seemed to know exactly how to work her muscles. Okay, so maybe she might need to make a habit of treating herself to a massage every now and then. Because this, this felt fantastic.
“Hey…” She tailed off with a gentle groan as he got to that spot on her back again. Darcy wasn’t quite sure what she was going to say, or why she was wanting to ask him, but she was curious. “I was curious… do you know much about a wolf’s imprint bond?” Her grandmother was no help, and she was too embarrassed to ask any of her pack members. Most talked to their parents, but she didn’t have that luxury either. Tristan seemed like a safe option to try and talk to about this. Because she was going to burst if she didn’t talk about it at all. Hell, maybe that was some of the stress she was carrying around in her back.
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Apr 27, 2024 2:58:36 GMT
Generally, the werewolf wasn't embarrassed about anything. Nor did he think most people should ever be embarrassed as long as they were being their true selves.
"'Spicy'? I do not understand," he said. He knew what the word meant by definition. Had heard it used in a sexual context. But otherwise... Once again, the man was left confused with what Darcy was trying to imply. Relying on her scent seemed like the worst thing he could do, but it was just what he did. He was a very physical sort, very in tune with who he was as a werewolf. It wasn't just about the 'wolf inside' it was who he was. He struggled immensely with humans, always saying one thing and meaning another, but little social cues and scent, those he could handle. Usually. Right now...it was hard not to want to return her feelings.
He continued to pursue the muscles on her back, working her right side just a bit more than the left as he found what he thought might be some of the cause of her discomfort. "When you shift, do so from a certain position?" It was a question, but like much of his speak, asked in the same tone. He was curious, and hopeful that an idea of his would help. But none of that sentiment came through.
His hands on her hesitated a moment at her word of attention, but when she didn't follow up immediately with a comment or ask of his work, he continued, taking a break from her lower back to move the blanket back up, get more oil, and rub it up and down first one thigh and calf, then the other. His hands were warm, his touch sure and confident despite how perfectly intimate the moment was. He took a slow breath and tried to focus on the lavender. She had nice legs, made only more striking by the scars. HE traced the fresher one, a large animal, bear, careful to not put direct pressure on anything. "Relax," he ordered gently before taking one of her legs, moving her in his hands and helping stretch her thighs and calves and ankle. Then he shifted moving his side against the bed slightly and slowly pressing his elbow to the small of her back, off center and he maintained a stretch, letting her stretch muscles she didn't as often.
Her question was a curious one. Were he another wolf, he might have viewed it as too personal. But that wasn't him. "I have not personally. My first mate was imprinted to me." He was aware that might not be the answer she hoped for. He hadn't had parents to ask these things of to himself, but his first pack had been...eye opening.
“Oh, sorry. I just meant that sometimes it hurts.” Darcy felt a touch ridiculous, realizing she probably ought to stick with more direct responses and less vague, or playful ones. Of course, the way his hands worked one her body didn’t help lessen her feeling of arousal. In fact, it seemed to make her need for something… well, more, more obvious. Which wouldn’t have been embarrassing if she’d had a human masseuse. But she had a werewolf, which made her feel like she should explain herself.
“Oh, fuck.” Darcy tenses for a minute as he worked that spot on her back more and she forced herself to exhale slowly. Tristan definitely had a gift with those hands. His question made her think for a minute. “I guess it depends… if I’m out for a solo run, I guess I tend to rush through it and start running.” She honestly hadn’t considered there being any connection to her shifting. But where she hadn’t seen Ferris in person lately… she had been going for quite a lot of solo runs.
A light gasp left her mouth and Darcy tried to bite her bottom lip to fight off any other sound as his hands began to work on her thigh and then calf. She didn’t think she’d ever had this much attention placed on her legs, and it was so enjoyable. The way he traced her scar from the encounter with the bear made her smile, appreciating that he didn’t put too much direct pressure on it. And then he was telling her to relax. She took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly.
“I see… I-I think I’m imprinted to a human.” She said finally, surprised at the sense of relief that filled her just from finally, finally saying it out loud. She hadn’t even said it out loud to herself yet. “But he’s my best friend, and I feel like telling him is just selfish, and then I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m not. But that just leads to me being very, very frustrated.” She took a steadying breath, glad her face was down and not visible as she continued. “I’ve been giving him space, and thinking about him doesn’t help… sorry about that; I imagine that can make for some rather entertaining massage sessions for you. ” She meant amusing for him because he could smell the arousal, and with hands that talented; it was safe to assume it wasn’t likely an unfamiliar reaction for him to be met with.
last edited Apr 28, 2024 5:58:27 GMT by Darcy Vance
Post by Tristan Morrigan on Apr 28, 2024 0:37:13 GMT
"Okay," he said, despite her explanation of the word not making very much sense. But he would be careful with it a bit more than some of the others. Tristan was aware he had a very limited understanding of some things. It was why he was a masseuse and not a manager. He could handle other werewolves in a pack setting just fine. But humans? they were already difficult. Add a workplace on top of that? No. He was plenty aware of his shortcomings and his social and communication skills were not things he enjoyed challenging.
Darcy swore again and tensed, and he let up a bit on his pressure. He found her verbal enjoyment amusing. Everyone had a different way of displaying pleasure. Most, at least on their first time, were quiet. He understood that most who had never had a massage found it awkward to be touched so much by someone they were not in a relationship with, especially if they were intimate with someone else. And sometimes when they weren't. Some liked to talk, some moaned, some were very ticklish, others, like Darcy, swore softly. She seemed much more comfortable than initially. Likely their shared species had something to do with it, but he also hoped that it was the setting and soft aroma and his touch. His own scent betrayed very little, but that was largely due to his general lack of strong emotions. He was glad he had found a job where he could help people. Hearing her enjoy his handiwork was rewarding, in a way. "Shifting in motion is fine," he noted. "If more often than previously, it will benefit this body to do more stretches before. And to eat more red meat," he noted. He could tell she was getting enough food, but if she was running so often, she should be hunting more. She could use a bit more weight to her.
Her particular enjoyment of his touch to her legs was interesting. He almost wanted to suggest she inform her partner, if she had one, that it was a sensitive spot of her, to include it in their typical play more or to make their next intimate time a massage. But he also got the feeling it felt good because she was spending so much time running. Just another testament to her stretching more.
Tristan snorted. "If you have imprinted, you will know," he said, tone not unlike that of a father explaining to their pup. As for her doing so on a human...he had no opinion. A soulmate was a soulmate. One couldn't fight such things. He moved to her other leg as she explained her situation. Another might have found this a strangely intimate thing to confess to a stranger. But Tristan understood. She was the Alpha of her, but she was young. Experienced in fighting and leading perhaps, but less so in more intimate traditions and those could be difficult to ask about with those she knew. "Is this human aware you are a wolf?" That was the first step. And there were different paths she could take depending on if he was or was not. Still, he shook his head and hummed in disapproval. "Do not deny what your spirit demands."
Tristan had to think for a long moment about her words implied. Entertaining massage sessions? He had to review her words for a moment and realized she wasn't simply frustrated, but sexually frustrated. It made her inability to hide her need much more understandable. If she was longing for a particular person's intimacy, then it made more sense why she was both desperate but not acting. "I have performed massages of more intimate nature," he confirmed. "My goal is that you leave feeling better." Of course, he couldn't do anything for her romantic and sexual desire for her imprint. "Perhaps I can help with your frustration," he offered. But it would be her choice.
