Getting out of the office.
Meegan growled her frustration and violently threw another piece of sketch paper at the overflowing trash can. She needed three more designs for her fall '07 line. The great thing about being in Gothic fashion was that she didn't have to keep up with trends. She could do what she wanted to and the more deviant it was from the trends the better it sold. She had been working furiously to have the next four lines done before Christmas, but damned if she could make her brain come up with more than blue silk corsets. It had been four days since she started this particular designing bender. She'd seen Rachyl all of three hours in that time and she'd slept maybe six.
"My brain is fried."
She growled at the charcoal in her hand and in a rare show of anger threw it across the room. it shattered against the glass wall next to the door and made her jump. Sighing she rose from the art table and walked over to the black pile on the floor. "Damn."
She hated making messes. She pulled up her skirt a little, crouched and picked up the bigger pieces. The cleaning crew could get the rest. She dumped it in the trash and her eyes stuck on the large pile of crumpled paper. Anger, and frustration boiled up in her chest. She just couldn't do it anymore.
Stalking to her office door she shouted for her intern, Jill. She didn't shout often, ok almost never, so Jill came running. She'd stopped asking for Rachyl, she didn't want to do anything to put stress on her, or upset her, until after the dangerous 12th week had passed. Then she could start shouting at her again. The thought made her chuckle a little and her anger had dissipated, by the time Jill was sitting in the guest chair pencil poised over a yellow legal pad.
"Jill, I want you to call the Piazza and reserve a room for three nights and four days, for two. Order whatever the super deluxe package thing is massage, facials, food, all of that stuff. Every service the offer, I want. Tell the staff that they are to look to their department heads for anything over the next four days. I am putting...Raven in charge. She's the head of advertising. She can hold down the fort for a few days. I'll call her.
If there is a problem she can't handle and no one else can think of a solution, then I can be contacted. Otherwise I do not want to be disturbed. Ok that's it. Call me on my cell when the reservations are ready. You guys have a great weekend and I'll see you Monday."
Jill smiled at Meegan and darted from the room. 'That girl is going to have to grow a set if she wants to make it in this industry. Not everyone is as nice as I am.'
Shaking her head, Meegan stepped into Rachyl's office and watched the top of the red head bent over a stack of papers.
"How does four days of total laziness and pampering sound to you?"
"Whaddya think we give spa treatmens to the ladies of the ohiss hor the holiday ackages? Ine leally enjoying hiss. Hough hor a minute or hoo I ondered hy we ould get a hacial hirst, then ho slimming in a lorine hilled ool. And I lealized that id doesn' matter... Gunna hab fun anyway."**
(( Rachyl said:
*"Nose itches, actually."
**"What do you think we giv spa treatments to the ladies of the office for their holiday packages? I'm really enjoying this. Though for a minute or two I wondered why we would get a facial first, then go swimming in a chlorine filled pool. And I realized it doens't matter... Going to have fun anyway." ))
They were met outside the facial room by the pony-tailed blonde, and given an eight oz glass of water with a slice of cucumber floating on the top. As they drank the water, they were lead to another room. This one contained two very well muscled men standing in front of sheet draped massage tables. They introduced themselves as Bill and Koda. She and Rachyl were instructed to remove both robe and wrap and lay on their backs on the tables. Koda placed thick white sheets on the ends of the tables and he ad Bill departed.
Meegan removed her robe and wrap and hung them on the hooks provided and picked the table closest to the door again. She used the small step stool to sit on the table, and shook out the sheet. It was warm and she draped it across her body before laying down. Twitching the sheet into place she folded it down under her arms so that her shoulders were bare, but her breasts covered.
"This is going to be just what the doctor ordered, Rach." She sighed softly and closed her eyes to wait for the massage therapists.
The skin of her face felt like it was breathing, when all the attention paid to it ended. It almost gave her the impression she'd had her teeth cleaned for as refreshed as her face felt. Her robe was cool, compared to the heated blankets she'd just been covered with, and the sudden change in temperature caused her nipples to tighten again. She tried to get a glance at Meegan before her lover got her own robe on, but she was thwarted by the taller woman's back being turned.
Letting out a disappointed almost-sharp breath - she was really too relaxed to need to sigh - she followed Meegan out to the hall. Sipping from her cucumber mush water stuff (she tried to talk herself into liking it) she saw her 'friend' Louise walk by. She waved and got a confused wave back from the woman.
Giggling to herself quietly, she too stripped down and looked askance at Meegan as she sized up the table she was expected to climb upon. The small step stool was barely enough to allow her to gracefully climb onto the table, but thanks to their regular exercise regimen Rachyl was able to get a leg up to lean onto the table. Tugging on the sheet, she created herself a little padded area for her breasts and as she was about to lay down, she heard Meegan clear her throat. The designer indicated her sheet-wrapped body and Rachyl pouted, but the wide-eyed 'you must wear one' look stopped her complaint.
She wrapped herself in a sheet and managed to swing onto the table without throwing herself off the far side. "Doctor and lover recommended!" she agreed. The rebellious corner of her mind wondered why they needed the sheet at all - especially when they'd move it to gain access to the parts that needed massaging.
The soft click of the door was the only hint that it had reopened to admit Bill and Koda. Tall, dark, handsome in a Midwest sort of way, Koda made his way over to Rachyl's table. "Hi Rachyl," he said, his voice a bit above bass, "I'll be giving you a deep tissue massage. If you feel any pain, please let me know. Are there any specific oil scents you request?"
Rachyl pondered the meaning of deep tissue before responding to Koda's scent question. "Vanilla if you have it, or maybe something lightly fruity. Cherry perhaps? Or mango."
Meegan glanced over at Rachyl, that would separate them for the last fifteen minutes of their massage, but she really wanted that shower. Bill caught her look and smiled.
"You will meet back up in the dining room, as soon as you're both done."
"Ok, thank you Bill."
He smiled again and moved to a small cart thing that had a variety of smooth black stones in a tub, over to the side of the table and expertly twitched back the sheet over her legs. He put a clear oil in his hands and began to rub the large muscles of her thigh, carefully avoiding her upper inner thigh. Meegan moaned involuntarily ad relaxed just a little bit more.
As Koda began spreading lightly warmed coconut-mango oil on her shoulders, Rachyl smiled at the contented moan emanating from her lover and sighed deeply herself. Closing her eyes, the warmth combined with the scents and deep pressing relaxation slowly lulled her to sleep.
She heard a soft noise from the table next to her followed by. "Rachyl, it's time to turn over. I need to do your back now."
She grinned as she settled her head on the pillow provided, Rachyl had fallen asleep. Good, she needed to relax just as much as Meegan herself did. She was happy that her lover was that relaxed. For the next thirty minutes she lay still while Bill worked his magic on the back half of her body. When the hot stones were removed, and the oil rubbed in, he began to rub a corse compound into her skin. It felt incredible, knowing that the stuff was not only polishing her skin but helping to remove the toxic build up there.
When he finished, he helped her wrap in the sheet and draped her robe around her. They walked to the locker room and to one of the stalls beyond the dressing room area. She was instructed to lay on the table and Bill helped her get the sheet off of everything but her backside.
"When I go, you can take that off and toss it over here by the door. In a little while a voice will tell you to turn over. There are towels in this little cupboard here. You were a pleasure to work on Ms. Masters. Enjoy the rest of your day."
"Thank you Bill." She smiled as the door clicked shut, she tossed the sheet toward the door, and very shortly warm water began to move across her body. The water massaged her muscles more, and after a while she was asked to turn over and obeyed. Finally the parts of her that Bill had neglected out of propriety were massaged and relaxed. When the shower ended, she slowly sat herself up and moved to take towels from the cabinet. She wrapped one around her body and patted her face dry with another.
She found her robe and wrap just outside the door and after drying completely put them back around her body. Outside of the dressing room she was met by the blonde ponytail and lead to a small dimly lit room with several small tables. She was directed to the one that held a very sleepy looking Rachyl.
"You look relaxed. Enjoy your massage?"
A waiter came and gave them more cucumber water and menus. Meegan smiled at Rachyl and opened the small burgundy folder.
Sipping at the cucumber water, Rachyl remembered falling asleep at the beginning, and then Koda's soft voice directing her to turn over. When the massage was over, she had wrapped herself in the robe again. The black stones that Meegan had been covered with - oh how she wished she could have seen that - were being replaced in their cart and Bill smiled at her. Then when escorted to the 'dining room' she had buried her nose in the neckline of the robe, breathing deeply of the motley scents emanating from her skin. "How was your stone slab therapy and massage? You look glowy and all, and very... vivacious I guess. I'm so relaxed even my brain's moaning 'no stop working.'" She giggled airily.
"The salmon looks good, no wait you've had tuna once this week already, so that's out. Um, oh this southwest cob salad looks good, nooo that has peppers in it. They have soup and salad, I wonder what the soup of the day is, because chicken noodle and minestrone aren't doing it for me. This grilled chicken with grilled vegetables and fruit salad sounds good too. I thought this was supposed to be a light meal."
She looked up from her menu to find a very bemused and half asleep Rachyl, not even looking at her menu. The waitress came up then, a cute little brunette with an apron around her spa staff uniform.
"What would you ladies like to drink? We have water, raspberry hibiscus tea, and green tea with honey."
"I'd like water. What is the soup of the day."
"Oh it's lentil, it's really good."
The girl turned to Rachyl for her drink order and Meegan had to stifle a giggle at the long slow blink Rachyl gave the woman.
The redhead hoped her order wasn't too odd. She really wanted turkey and sunflower seeds on her salad, and maybe some of the pumpkin vinaigrette she'd had for lunch a few days before, but she highly doubted the Piazza would carry such odd things. Sighing slowly, she rested her chin in the palm of her hand, scratching an itch just below her right eye with an extended finger while Meegan placed her own order.
"Are you ready, ma'am, or would you like a few minutes?"
"No, I'm ready. I'll have the lentil soup ad a side salad as well, only no cranberries, and I would like the balsamic vinegarette on the side please. Also could we get crackers, those little oyster crackers if you have them, if not saltines will be fine."
Meegan had a difficult time eating soup, any soup, with out crackers. It was how her nanny had served it and it was weird to not have crackers with soup. She also happened to really like those little oyster crackers.
The waitress smiled and assured them that their dinner would be out soon, and walked away. Meegan reached across the table and took Rachyl's free hand in her own.
"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself, love, and just think, we still have manicures, pedicures, and hair cuts to come. I was thinking of taking some of my length off, so that there isn't as much for the babies to pull. What do you think? Plus if I get it done now, and I don't like it, it will be grown back in by the time the babies are here."
The waitress returned with a larger glass of water and a glass filled with dark pink liquid with a lime on the rim for Rachyl.
Rachyl had pondered occasionally the need for her own hair to be severely shortened. She reasoned, however, along the same lines as Meegan had, that it would be better for her to get her own mass of curls cut when the babies were closer to arriving. To give her a bit longer to enjoy some of the longest hair she'd ever had. Her free hand came up to her tied back locks and curled a dangly string about her finger absentmindedly.
"I hadn't thought about that. I guess I could remove enough to send it to them. Do they take such unusual colors? I would think they'd prefer browns, blondes and blacks, colors that blend well with others. You can't exactly use my hair as highlights or anything."
She looked down at her hair, twelve inches would put it to just below her shoulder in a ponytail like this one. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. 'How stupid to be crying over hair. It's just hair.' She believed that about as much as she believed in the tooth fairy.
"Maybe today isn't the best day for such steps." She sniffled and dabbed at her eyes with a finger.
The redhead tried to imagine the strawberry blonde designer with shoulder-length hair. It was difficult; she'd known Meegan for over a year and her hair had always been long. "I imagine such a haircut would be a major change for you. You've always worn it long, haven't you? You'd be losing weight, you know, cutting off that much. You'll wonder why your head moves so easily, and you'll turn to look at things and get whipped in the face by your pigtails or knock things off your desk. But you'll spend less time washing and taking care of it. I half miss having straight hair, having had it for almost three years," she said as she pulled a lock around to stare crosseyed at "but I missed the curls even more." Rachyl haphazardly tugged on the lock of curls, bouncing them back over her shoulder.
Rachyl leaned back and sideways in her chair a little and hiccuped. "I must be hungrier than I thought."
"Thank you."
"Alright, you two enjoy your meal."
The woman sauntered off, leaving them alone once more. Meegan picked up her white napkin, and removed the flatware from it. She placed the knife, fork, and circular shallow bowled soup spoon next to her plate and spread the cloth across her lap. It seemed everything in this place was white; robes, napkins, dinnerware. It was slightly disturbing, but it gave her brain something else to focus on.
"I like your curls. You know, you're right. I think I'll stick to a trim, but maybe I'll have him take off three inches instead of my normal one. That will be a noticeable difference with out loosing length. Maybe I should put in layers."
She picked up her fork, smiling at the thought, now that she had decided against cutting her hair dramatically she could look at it in a more happy light.
"No, maybe not, that might make it difficult to style properly, if I have a bunch of different lengths. Three inches is a good start, don't you think?"
Mirroring Meegan, Rachyl placed her napkin in her lap and picked up her soup spoon. "You have long enough hair that you could likely get away safely with three seperate styles. And besides, it's not as if you'd be out-of-character; after all a lot of the styles you introduce to the fashion world seem to be out-of-the-ordinary off the bat. Just think," she said as she dipped her spoon into the dark, creamy soup, "A high ponytail, with dreads on the sides, and a long braid at the bottom?"
As Rachyl raised the steaming hot lentil soup to her lips to blow gently across the surface to cool it, she hoped Meegan could see the undisguised mischief in her expression.
"That will go great with my tie-dye t-shirt and hemp cords." Her own coment sent her into another peal of giggles and it took her some time to calm down enough to even take a full breath. Rachyl could always make her laugh, it didn't matter how shitty the situation, her lover found a way to make her smile and Meegan loved her for it. Finally when she could breath again she met Rachyl's eyes with a wide giggly smile.
"Thanks, I needed that."
With a few clearings of her throat she was able to calm enough to take a bite from her soup. It probably wasn't as funny as her reaction had made it, but she had a lot of pent up crap that had been in need of release. She would be forever grateful to Rachyl for those releases.
Licking a stray drip of lentil soup broth from her soup spoon, Rachyl set it in the bowl and leaned back with a sigh. "I usually imagined lentil soup as being a heavy, hearty soup, but that was relatively light compared to what my brain was telling me to expect. Mom used to be a big proponent of hearty soups until one day she left some pea soup on the stove and it carbonized right to the pot, effectively ruining it. We also had to air the house out - in the middle of January. Burnt peas are... just not appealing. It's almost as bad as burnt popcorn or singed hair. So if - or when - she ever visits, she won't be making pea soup."
Winking at her lover, Rachyl caught out of the corner of her eye the approach of the server with their salads. She internally admitted surprise to not having the salads delivered at the same time as the soup, but figured there was some sort of spa reason to keep the varied temperature foods seperate. Something along the lines of 'going from hot massage to warm soup to cool salad to cool pool' ended that train of though as her soup bowl was taken, to be replaced with a frosted shallow plate, heaped with lettuce, red onion, carrot shreds, and her craisins. A pair of small gravy-style boats filled with their respective dressings was set in the middle of the table.
Plucking a craisin daintily from the heap of vegetable matter, she made a show to Meegan of placing it between her lips and exaggerated her chewing of it, pursing her lips and rolling her eyes. The tart explosion of crisp cranberry flavor against her tongue wasn't quite what she'd come to expect from a Jersey cranberry, but it was still helping alleviate her craving.