Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa
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				Title: <strong>Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 21:05:50</strong>
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				<ul class="bbc_list"></ul><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">~ Evans' Day Spa ~ </span><br><br><br>(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/998573_496307363790368_144198520_n.jpg)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Information</div><div class="spoiler_body">Evans Day Spa was built in 1973 by the Evans family. Now it is owned by Angela Evans (https://fbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/480208_473505979403840_374220227_n.jpg).&nbsp; The last member of her families blood line. Put under the charge of Mélissa Auvray (http://www.yowazzup.com/blog/images/olga-kurylenko/olga-kurylenko-07.jpg) the head masseur. This spa has no bias, allowing all types to both work and become clients in this wonderful establishment. The spa is one of many buildings located just off town square (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=181124.0) You may call ahead to make an appointment otherwise the spa does allow walk ins, please check the store hours for more details.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Services Offered</div><div class="spoiler_body">* Facials<br>* Full body Massages<br>* Manicures, Pedicures<br>* Mud baths<br>* Milk baths<br>* Aroma Therapy<br>* Acupuncture<br>* Seaweed wrap<br>* Hot stones<br>* Home treatments<br>* and more...<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Hours</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sunday: Noon - 5pm<br>Mon-Thur: 6am - 7pm Closed 9-10am &amp; 3-5pm<br>Fri - Sat: 6am - mid<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Staff</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Characters</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.yowazzup.com/blog/images/olga-kurylenko/olga-kurylenko-07.jpg)<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPCs</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Names</div><div class="spoiler_body"><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Angela Evans</li><li>Receptionist</li><li>Mitch Stevens</li><li>Dania Nicholson</li></ul></div></div></div> <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Pictures</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/480208_473505979403840_374220227_n.jpg) (http://www.massage-richmond.co.uk/5b2b80f7c6b68858b83820d2.jpg) (https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-frc3/970528_365414980254642_1066708826_n.jpg) (https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/1170911_365402213589252_526904376_n.jpg)<br></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">parking area</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-f-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn2/1148965_496307360457035_1758879656_n.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Front desk</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/561560_496344077120030_189487550_n.jpg)<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">waiting room</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc1/1001089_496307123790392_872627762_n.jpg)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">massage rooms</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn2/971063_496307133790391_1656838232_n.jpg) (https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/999402_486726978081740_1915539633_n.jpg) (https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/935879_496344080453363_2034353902_n.jpg)<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Baths Area</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/1001673_486727071415064_633796499_n.jpg) (http://www.torfspa.com/images/moor_mud_bath.jpg) (http://spasukh.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Mud-Bath-Healing-Power.jpg) (http://loveinsydney.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/milk-bath-spa.jpg)<br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Mel's Private Office</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg) (http://20poorandfabulous.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/fainting-couch.jpg)[/list][/list]</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 21:22:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.yowazzup.com/blog/images/olga-kurylenko/olga-kurylenko-07.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: afternoon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: front desk - Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Receptionist, Open<br>- Thoughts: Theo<br>- - NPC's: Angela Evans, Passed: Mr and Mrs Evans<br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>As Mel stepped into the spa she drew in a deep breath before slipping out of her shoes. What an amazing walk. She'd have to make a habit out of going to the antique store and just hope he was working there at the time. As she walked to the front desk she handed the clerk (http://www.massage-richmond.co.uk/5b2b80f7c6b68858b83820d2.jpg) her shoes and smiled.<br><br>"I'm expecting some antiques, otherwise, I'm still out. Merci."<br><br>Mel winked to the clerk behind the desk before making her way through the spa, she checked a few of the unoccupied rooms and waved and nodded to staff and clients alike as she passed them in the halls before finally reaching her office. Mel had a few things that she wanted to finish up before Theo stopped by with the items she had purchased, not to mention she was rather looking forward to dinner. Though in truth she wasn't sure if he would take her out tonight or not. Closing the door of her office she sat down behind her desk and laid her head back as she closed her eyes and sighed contently as she replayed her time with Theo in her mind. Aside from not getting his name, the only regret she had was not kissing him when she leaned across the counter. She had thought about it, but for some reason she hesitated and ended up changing her mind.<br><br>Leaning back forward in her chair she began sorting through the papers. She had three job applications, about twelve new clients, requests for vacation time, a pregnant staff member, parents of sick kids, and all sorts of other paperwork floating around on her desk. Taking a stack of papers in her hand she flipped through them, sorting them into separate stacks before starting with what she felt was the most important papers first. A pregnant woman especially six months along shouldn't be working, anywhere if she can avoid it, she should be relaxing and taking care of herself and her baby. Least that's how Mel felt. She wasn't without a heart, in fact she had a very large heart. Life no matter how big or small it was, was very important. She had a few applications so there was sure to be someone who could give her the time off, and even if it meant a cut in her pay. She'd see to it that the staff member got financial help. Of course her pay getting cut wouldn't happen. Angela Evans' parents were amazing people, and they trusted Mel to do her job, as did Angela herself.<br><br>As Mel finished going through a few more papers she took the small stack of applications and walked over to her couch (http://20poorandfabulous.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/fainting-couch.jpg) and sat the papers down before slipping off her dress. Laying it over the back of the couch she sat down, wearing nothing but a pair of black panties before she lounged out and began sorting through the applications. The couch was actually a new addition, Mel didn't have a very large ]office, but she had fallen asleep in it so often that Angela's parents insisted upon her having something more comfortable to sleep on than her desk or chair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 04:48:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.yowazzup.com/blog/images/olga-kurylenko/olga-kurylenko-07.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>3:30pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> NPC: new staff member, Open<br>- Thoughts: Theo<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Mel's office, like usual was a revolving door of people, she had told her receptionist that she wasn't here to take clients, that any appointments she had would have to be given to someone else who was working, but that didn't mean she wasn't here for her staff members, for her team. She would be glad when Theo showed up with the things. That was one of the primary concerns that seemed to keep getting brought up. 'What about the new room?' 'When will the new room be ready?' Of course she would worry about that tomorrow, she had other things she needed to get done. She had so much paper work to sort through. It was that time of year again. Tourists were around, then there was part time job seekers, and full time job seekers. Not to mention pay rolls and who even knew what all else was on her desk.<br><br>Then there was what was on her mind. The man from Stonehenge Antiquities. She hadn't been able to get him out of her mind since she left his shop. She never got involved with clients, she never allowed herself to get attached, but... He wasn't a client was he? No, no he wasn't. She was a customer for his store, and even then she wasn't. She represented the spa that wished to do business with him. She sat a pile of paperwork on the floor beside her couch as she laid there, looking up at her ceiling. She had to be crazy to get involved with him, to get involved with anyone but she couldn't help it.<br><br>All she could think about was being wrapped in his warm embrace, doing anything, camping, fishing, rock climbing, sitting watch the sun rise, the sun set, even watching a chick flick. Not that they were really her type, nor did she figure they were his but it was the idea that she'd be with him. Then there was her deeper desire to strip him down and lay her on one of her beds, preferably the one in her new home she was building. Allowing them absolute privacy as she ran her hands over every inch of him.<br><br>Mel sighed contently in her thoughts as the door flew open once more. She could feel a soft growl in her throat as she looked at the door, it was one of the new members of the staff. He was taking in one of her clients. Of course he was, anything to completely destroy her thoughts. Not that she was upset, she did really need to get back to work, besides that her thinking of the things she'd do to her on her estate just reminded her that it wasn't ready yet. Of course she wouldn't mind doing him at his place either. Mel pointed to the desk where a few loose papers sat.<br><br>"Right there is all you need. <acronym title="Now out!">maintenant Out</acronym>" <br><br>As she young man left and closed the door Mel sat up and shook her head. He shouldn't be working with that client, he's to wet behind the ears, her only option at this point however was to tend to the client herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 09:29:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.yowazzup.com/blog/images/olga-kurylenko/olga-kurylenko-07.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>3:30pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Mel had just gotten up from the couch where she was trying to relax, and was daydreaming a bit, yes avoiding a bit of work. Not that she couldn't hold off on some of it, but would be nice to make sure it was as much of it out of the way as possible. She heard a ding come from her computer, glancing over at it she gave it a curious look, as if she half expected it to answer her, and then of course within seconds she got a pop up. Walking to her desk she pulled out her chair, and while working towards sitting down she opened up her yahoo.<br><br><em>'Who in the world would be...'</em> she stopped mid thought as she saw the sender, then opened it up. Mel smiled, laughing softly as a light shade of pink came to her face. Soon as she finished reading the message that he had sent her she settled into her chair and began a response.<br><br><em>"Theo,<br><br>I do love a good surprise, and two in the same moment is almost to good to be true.<br><br>6:30, I'll be sure to be ready, any preferences?<br><br>Oh and don't make any promises like that, you have no idea where the night might lead.<br><br>Much love,<br>- Mél"<em></em></em><br><br>Mel traced her finger along her mouse as she once more read through his message <em>'Theo'</em> In all the excitement she didn't get his name, and to think it was all that simple to get a hold of. She sent the message before falling back in her chair, pushing it always from her desk before spinning around. There was a good chance she had it very bad, but in truth she didn't care. He was a business owner, on antiques, he was smart, he was dedicated. There's no reason she couldn't fall for him, besides that. He emailed her. Who thinks to do that? Mel closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly with a content sigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 11:05:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.yowazzup.com/blog/images/olga-kurylenko/olga-kurylenko-07.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>3:30pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Mel stopped spinning around in her chair instantly when she heard the chime from her computer saying that he had responded, yes she should probably be working, but considering her options, daydreaming about Theo and emailing back and forth with him was a great deal more exciting. She pushed off the floor with her bare feet as she rolled back over to her desk and opened the email. She blushed from his first line, he obviously enjoyed her accent, would explain why he was so eager for idle gossip while she was at his shop. Most men weren't into that, but they were also known to do whatever it took to hear a woman speak if they truly enjoyed listening to her. <br><br>The next line however made her laugh, 'panties are -optional-'. As she finished reading his message she sat back in her chair, watching the screen. She almost couldn't believe that he had typed what he did, but she certainly wasn't going to be one to punish him for it. She pulled herself forward and opened up a new message as there was a knock on her door. <em>'Not now'</em> She thought to herself as she glanced up "<acronym title="Enter.">entrer</acronym>" As the door to her office opened she had already turned her attention back to her computer, to her message she was going to send to Theo.<br><br><em>"Theo<br><br>I certainly do hope they are good chills. I will certainly keep your preferences in mind, who knows, perhaps I'll get a chance to surprise you.<br><br>When you come by tonight, pull in at the side of the building, I'll have some people help you unload, after all. I'd hate to be late for our first date.<br><br>Forever Entranced,<br>- Mel"</em><br><br>As she finished the message she looked up at the person who came into the room and smiled while she sent the message to Theo. Taking a folder from the male she sat back in her chair and looked it over. In truth at this point she could care less about work, she was just biding her time until six when she could see him again, thinking about his preference and working to decide what she'd wear. She didn't have a lot there at the spa, but she had a few things in her closet, and she was certain she'd find something among the items that would work perfectly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 17:03:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.yowazzup.com/blog/images/olga-kurylenko/olga-kurylenko-07.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>3:35pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>As Mel finished flipping through the paperwork she glanced up at the male with a soft nod before speaking "This looks good, now if you're not to busy would you cover for the new recruit? I'm afraid the client he's working on isn't the best start." The male nodded and Mel smiled, just as a ping came from her computer "Thank you. I've got plenty to do here, and talk to a few of the guys. I'll need some of them to stay on and help me with some things!" She called behind the man as he left then turned her attention back to her computer.<br><br>As Mel read the message her fingertips traced along her mouse. She was drawn to Theo from the time she entered his store. She wasn't really sure how such a sudden connection could be made and she'd never run into the man before. They could have already been together for who knows how long had that occurred, of course she was probably jumping the gun. Him being playful through email didn't mean anything, he was so calm and collected, from what she saw of him completely professional while she was at his shop. Her mind wandered as she chose 'reply' and watched a blank box, before finally posting her response. <br><br><em>"Theo,<br><br>A man truly after my own heart, allowing the night to take a hold of him and go whereever it wishes. I do like that. <br><br>I greatly enjoy the company of a man who is willing to go with the flow instead of expecting to control everything. As I'm sure you can understand with my line of work and all.<br><br>When you stop in we should set you up an appointment, it's a wonderful experience and could help a great deal with your tension.<br><br>Truly devoted,<br>- Mel"</em><br><br>She had paused in her message before writing the last bit, she had thought of the best way to open the suggestion. She wasn't really wanting to talk about his work. The subject matter was more his tension, her slight confession that she had checked him out while she was at his store. In person he seemed a bit unsure, even though through email he had the confidence of a grizzly bear with a bee hive. She didn't want all of that confidence to vanish when he arrived. So she found a subtle way to tell him he need not worry, that she was in fact interested in him, not a free meal. Pressing 'send' she got up from her chair and made her way to her small office closet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 18:50:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.yowazzup.com/blog/images/olga-kurylenko/olga-kurylenko-07.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>3:40pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Just as she grabbed something from her closet that she felt would work for that evening her computer went off again and quickly she returned to it. Sitting down in her chair as she opened it she could feel the discomfort of worrying that it wasn't from him. When she was it was however she sighed with a bit of relief. She was enjoying her talk with Theo, and didn't really want to get back to work, not right now. Right now she wanted nothing to do with anything that could pose as a distraction.<br><br>As she read through his message she felt the warmth that overwhelmed her cheeks as she started to blush. He was a romantic, obviously. She liked that, she in fact liked that a lot. Perhaps it was her French heritage but a man who could sweep her off her feet was more than worth her time. As she got to his last line she laughed softly, playfully as she slightly shook her head. He wasn't the type to want men rubbing him down, that part was made quite clear with his specifying gender to be female. At the same time however he didn't want just anyone touching him. The thought sent a chill down her spine as she lightly bit her bottom lip. She had intended the person who gave him the massage to be her, of course, and his words implied he may have been intending the same thing. As she read threw his message again her mind wandered on what she should say. Should she be direct, or should she poke at it a bit, see if she could get him to come out a bit more.<br><br><em>"Theo,<br><br>Sometimes the unexpected can be intimidating, it's good to know that I'll be in safe hands.<br><br>Why of course you may choose who gives you your massage, the customer is always right after all, and we do pride ourselves in making sure the client is absolutely comfortable at all times. Though I must admit the woman I have in mind might be disappointed. It's not often she gives a massage to a man such as yourself.<br><br>Truly blessed<br>- Mel<br><br>PS: You may want to look into shortening your middle name<br><br>xoxo"</em><br><br>As Mel finished typing up the message she pressed send, she knew if she looked over it again she might hesitate, unsure if the hugs and kisses at the end were to much, but after her joke in the ps it just felt right. She was getting more relaxed the longer she messaged with Theo, and of course more eager for that night. After she sent the message she stood from her chair once more and gathered up the rest of the items that she would be wearing for that night and began getting dressed as she spoke softly to herself.<br><br>"<acronym title="You're quite crazy Mel, falling for a man you barely know. Even if he is absolutely perfect. You may very well need your head examined old girl.">Vous êtes assez fou Mel, en baisse pour un homme que vous connaissez à peine. Même s'il est absolument parfait. Vous pouvez très bien avoir besoin de votre tête examiné vieille fille.</acronym>"<br><br>Shaking off the feeling that she was taking a risk she probably shouldn't she continued to prepare for that night, true it was still a bit of time away but she woud get ready, then work on some papers between messaging with him, this way if she became to side tracked she'd at least be ready to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 21:10:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>3:50pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0) <br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Mel had just finished snapping her dress as she heard the computer, still needing to put on her nylons and shoes she walked over to her desk and sat down, of course the message was from Theo. "<acronym title="The things you do to me.">Les choses que vous faites pour moi</acronym>" She spoke softly to herself as she read through his message. She wrapped her hands around herself, lightly running them up her arms. His words giving her chills, perfect, pleasant chills.<br><br>As she continued reading she fell back into her chair, closing her eyes for a few moments she allowed her mind to wander. Once again the thought of being in his warm embrace ran through her mind. The absolute bliss of being wrapped in his arms, feeling his warm breath against her lips just before he kissed her. The idle chatter outside her office pulled her from her daydream and she found herself glaring at the door <em>'Don't come in here'</em> she thought as the voices seemed to pass by. Yes she was at work, she should be working, but she was entitled to her time to be a woman as well. Seemed sometimes she herself had forgotten that.<br><br>Returning to reading his email she smiled, his post left no interpretation for who he was in fact referring to. Knowing they were on the same page allowed a gentle sigh, and of course the mention of him being picky was a soothing thought. Mel of course wasn't a jealous type, she would be quite a hypocrite if she was in fact. She didn't care for jealousy in people. It was a nasty quality and believed that if someone was so insecure that they should perhaps not be in the relationship. Theo was quite an attractive man, however, so the concern of having to ward off potential problems did come to her.<br><br>Laughing softly, playfully she thought about earlier that afternoon when he spoke to her. He did seem to love listening to her talk, but she could think of other things she might want to whisper in his ear. She had agreed with his question since before their conversation started, before she even knew they'd be going to dinner in fact. She was looking forward to just seeing him tonight, and now that they were having dinner. Things were just looking to perfect, but of course, the time was passing slowly.<br><br>His PS actually caused her to blush, as did his sign off 'yours completely'. When she first met him she found him to be rather attractive, strong, independent, someone who had hundreds of women chasing after him, but she couldn't help the feeling that he took a special interest in her. At first she though she was just being to full of herself, but now, now she was believing she was right, he was taking a special interest in her, the feeling was mutual. She sighed as she glanced up at her clock on the wall. It wasn't even four yet, then it would still be another two hours. Work never seemed to drag on this badly before.<br><br>Turning her attention from all distractions she decided to work on a reply, he was getting bolder, and she loved it. If she didn't respond however he would worry he pushed to far, which wasn't the case at all. She started to reply two or three times then stopped, returning to read his email. Each time it brought a smile to her face and caused her to melt into her chair. Finally she was ready to begin a post of her own.<br><br><em>"Theo,<br><br>From what I recall of our earlier encounter I'm more than certain the hands are quite capable yes.<br><br>We have no shortage of picky clients, but only one you say? Hmm, she must be an amazing woman. Though there is no shortage of talented men and women here. Seeing as I have hired most of them myself, I can only work with the best.<br><br>You do have to get the accent just right, but with a bit of practice it just rolls from your lips. Perhaps even I could give you a few lessons in French? Beautiful language, they say in fact it's the language of love, I can quite easily believe that.<br><br>If I could, I would certainly speed up the time, the wait is in truth a great deal to deal with<br><br>Your devotion,<br>- Mel<br><br>P.S. Something tells me I'll owe you a great deal, so I'll be sure to bring my purse.<br><br>xoxo"</em><br><br>Of course Mel had no issue with with giving him hugs, kisses, or anything else he so desired to have. He was stealing her heart and he most likely didn't even know it. After all a person could really say anything with a computer screen stood between them. That was a slight worry of Mel's yes, but at the same time, he was worth the risk to find out. She sent the message then sat back in her chair, closing her eyes, thinking about Theo as she awaited his next message.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 07:20:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>4:00pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>After sending her last message Mel began putting on her nylon stockings, smoothing each one of her leg as she waited for his next message. Just as she ran her hands up her second leg she heard the chime from her computer, telling her that she had a waiting message. She sat up in her chair and turned her attention to her computer. It was another message from Theo, that alone brought a smile to her face, waiting or this evening was driving her absolutely insane, and they had two more hours to go.<br><br>As Mel read through Theo's message she lightly bit her bottom lip, his comment about being good with more that just his hands sending a chill down her spine, she wouldn't dare question his capabilities, she'd seen enough of what he was made of to be quite certain he was good at everything he did. As he spoke of the masseur she couldn't help but blush a bit. He was speaking about her. She knew he was speaking of her, and he had to know that she was aware of that. He had a good head on his shoulders, so she didn't really expect much to get past him.<br><br>His complement towards her accent caused her to nod. He did enjoy hearing her speak, and teaching him French she could speak more often in her native tongue, allowing her accent to be quite a bit more apparent. Her blush still quite obvious she began laughing lightly at his comment of counting the hugs and kisses she owed him, and the high interest rate only brought a larger smile to her face. Theo seemed to be rather shy with her when they were in his shop, at least compared to now but she had a feeling these emails would get him feeling a bit more confident and... Ballsy. That of course didn't bother her, she wasn't exactly looking to play the field, she was into him, and she was planning to stick it out as long as possible.<br><br>Pressing the 'reply' button she quickly began scraping her fingers across the keys.<br><br><em>"<acronym title="My dearest.">Charissimi</acronym> Theo,<br><br>You are highly successful in getting me more interested in our date, and I had honestly thought I could be more enthused.<br><br>I'm very much looking forward to dinner, and seeing where things go from there, of course no matter what happens tonight I will still see you for your massage yes? I certainly hope so. If you'd like I could speak to the woman you wish to do your massage, but truth be told I'm sure if you were just straight forward with her, told her what you wanted, she'd be more than happy to set you up with something quite nice.<br><br>Thank you, and I would of course love to teach you French, it will be fun for sure, and an interesting experience. I've never taught anyone French before, not to mention how pleasant it will be to converse with someone besides my parents in French.<br><br>I'm glad that someone is keeping track of that, I would hate to have to owe you something down the line. I do prefer to keep my credit clear. Though I admit I've no issue with the interest. I may even add a few tips myself.<br><br><acronym title="Your Desire.">Cupiebas</acronym>,<br>- Mel"</em><br><br>Once she finished typing she pressed 'send' and pulled a brush from one of her drawers and ran it through her hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 00:34:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>4:11pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Mel closed her eyes as she ran her brush through her hair, opening them as she heard the soft sound of her computer telling her she had another new message, as she opened it she sat her brush down and began reading. He certainly was getting braver. She studied the computer curiously as she continued through the message. She did enjoy surprises and she did give him right to sweep her off her feet, but what was he planning? What did he have in mind?<br><br>She wouldn't ask, even though it was raising a great deal of curiosity for her. She would allow him to surprise her as he wished, trusting his judgement. The next set of questions however were near the end of his second paragraph, what he wished to do to her. The thought raced chills down her spin as she smiled, her mind once more moving to the idea of being wrapped in his embrace, camping out, watching movies by the fireplace. All sorts of things came to mind.<br><br>Brushing her hair back over her shoulder she clicked 'reply' and began her post responding to his message. Just as she did however the door to her office once more swung open, causing her to laugh as a few staff members came inside. They were bickering over a few things, arguing about who was right. "<acronym title="Sit down!">Recumbent!</acronym>" Yes she knew that Theo would have to come after work, and she was fine with that, for the most part. She didn't work at a daycare however and she didn't work with children, so she wasn't going to put up with the fighting and hair pulling that came before the biting and scratching. Once the three staff members had taken a seat Mel smiled, placing her hands in front of her and interlacing her fingers she rested her chin on her hands and because to speak softly.<br><br>"Now, what time is it?" Mel calmly pointed to the clock that had barely said it was after 4:10. "None of you start back on the clock for another fifty minutes, is that not right?" Mel turned back to her computer and started responding to Theo's message while the three went back to yelling at one another after of course answering her question.<br><br><em>"<acronym title="My darling">Ma chérie</acronym> Theo,<br><br>It truly does seem as if the time is not going fast enough. I can't remember a day I sat in my office and was able to get work done without being badgered by the staff here at the spa. You have been a most pleasant distraction from such things. For that I am more thankful to you than I could ever fully express in an email.<br><br>I am looking forward to tonight, the relaxation will be quite pleasant as of course will be my charming company.<br><br>I will see what I can do for you regarding the masseur, but I do believe initially you will have to take that step to talk with her. We of course have forms you can fill out where you can fill in the blanks if you feel awkward expressing your desires verbally, though I have the up most faith in you. Perhaps when you come by this afternoon we can discuss some of the things we offer, and perhaps get you a bit of a tour. I do believe your lady of choice will be here so it will be a good chance for you to tell her what is is you would like.<br><br>Funny, when I was there you didn't look a day over 27, that doesn't strike me as very old, unless of course you really are a canine. In which case you are quite old.<br><br>French is truly the language of love with you put it that way. It feeds all the scenes and worships the heart. So I'm sure we can make something work.<br><br><acronym title="Your eternal">Votre éternel</acronym><br>- Mel"</em><br><br>Just as she finished the message she turned her attention to her staff members shaking her head as she cleared her throat to get their attention, pressing 'send' on her message to Theo she once more folded her hands in front of her as she spoke to them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 04:40:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>4:50pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>The meeting with her employees seemed to go on forever, but it would seem to her that Theo had gotten busy as well, since she hadn't heard anything from him. Finally after about twenty minutes she heard the bing, but she was still working with her employees. One of them was upset, Mel heard something about a babysitter, then some clients, as they continued to talk she slowly moved her mouse to open the message from Theo.<br><br>Mel yawned, forcing it to be a bit dramatic to catch the attention of the staff before she spoke to them. "Alright, alright, I'm not a counselor for baby drama, ex lovers, current lovers, potential lovers, or anything else. I'm a masseur, and so are the three of you. Now, if you would kindly go get ready for your work, you have 15 minutes. I have looked at the schedule, and you both have five. So, get busy."<br><br>Mel watched as the three left "And close the door" She smiled as the door was closed behind the third employee then she finally read through Theo's post, blushing as he spoke of men fawning over her in high school. Hitting 'reply' she began her response.<br><br><em>"<acronym title="Wonderful.">Merveilleux</acronym> Theo,<br><br>Well it's about time now for them to get back to work, so hopefully they will leave me be for a while. From three to five they take off, most of them do at least. It gives them time to relax seeing as we do keep longer hours. Though evenings are mostly for on call. You know people who request special hours. Someone like you who works most of the day would probably prefer something like that. A good massage before bed is quite relaxing. Long as you don't fall asleep before getting home.<br><br>I will certainly show my appreciation tonight when we meet up, and I do very much look forward to learning what your plans are for tonight's festivities. There's nothing really wrong with silly, could add a great deal of excitement.<br><br>I believe speaking to her personal is the best course of action, I have found in my line of work being straight forward is always very important. I teach the ladies and gentlemen who work here such things. It helps prepare them for anything a client may request. Has actually lead to some of our, more unique items that we have available. Such as our milk baths.<br><br>I was well liked, but I'm not so sure about being fawned over. Though I was on the dance committee and in gymnastics, could explain the attention. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it attention. I thrive off it, that's one reason I wanted so badly to work at the spa, a chance to get paid for my figure. With many clients that seems to be the case. I am however pickier about who I devote my time to. I certainly hope you understand that.<br><br><acronym title="Completely Yours.">Entièrement Vôtre</acronym><br>- Mel</em><br><br>Mel smiled as she read through the message, it had a bit more business in it than pleasure but in truth she felt comfortable enough to talk to him about anything, even after the short time of knowing him. Finally she pressed 'send' and returned to some paperwork she was working on while she awaited his next message.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 06:45:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>5pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg)<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Once she heard the chime from her computer she sat her pen down and instantly turned her attention to it. She smiled as she read through it, blushing softly at his third point. His complement on her being an wonderful employer was quite nice, but it was later on that really got her. Did he just... ask her to be his... to go steady? She could feel her heart skip a beat as she bit her bottom lip. As she continued to read however she saw why. 'lost in your eyes' his signature... it was French. Which meant he had gone back through his emails and translated her words. She blushed as she hit 'reply' and started to type, she erased it then decided to start over.<br><br><em>"<acronym title="Sweet">Doux</acronym> Theo,<br><br>Lovely signature my dear Theo. <br><br>Well, the company does also supply at home massages, where they come to you and let themselves out locking the door behind them to allow you not to have to get up until the sun rises the next morning. I'm sure I could recommend one of the ladies to assist with that, though I'm afraid I myself don't do them. <br><br>Of course, if I did take you up on that offer, I could make an exception for you. After all, the boss deserves love as much as anyone, from a woman who will treat him right."</em><br><br>She mind was wondering, at it was beginning to show in her words. She shook her head to get her mind back focused on what was at hand before she once more began posting. She wasn't really worried about Theo seeing what she had posted. It was after all nothing bad, and it was true. He did deserve love from someone who would treat him right, her only worry was that she made it obvious that she wanted to be that woman and she came on to strong.<br><br><em>"I noticed the time seemed to be passing more quickly myself. I'm glad for that. After our talk I'm looking forward to a nice relaxing evening more than ever, and I'm certain no matter what you have in mind. I will enjoy it.<br><br>If it's not to much trouble, could you add another one of those sky lights to the order? I could pay you when you get here. I'm looking at the form now. I had completely forgotten that we should have a light in the bathroom that is attached to the room. Allows our clients privacy until they are completely decent.<br><br><acronym title="In my thoughts">Dans mes pensées</acronym><br>- Mel"</em><br><br>Once finished, before she can make the changes she questioned she hit 'send' and once more turned her attention to her paperwork. <em>'Only an hour left, you can wait that long old girl, and he'll be worth the wait."</em> she thought to herself as she flipped through a few more pages.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 17:00:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>5:15pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Mel's Private Office (http://www.commercialofficefurniture.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Elegant-Small-Office-Ideas.jpg) - hallway<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>Email: Theo @ Stonehenge Antiquities (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=182263.0)<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>After putting her brush away Mel took out a small make up case, just as she set it on the desk however there was a new chime saying that Theo had sent her a message. She smiled as she read over it. She could handle a bit of physical labor, depending of cource on what it was. Smiling as he spoke of them both deserving love she traced her fingernails over the mouse and continued to read.<br><br>A chill ran down her spine as he typed of giving her a massage, the thoughts of being wrapped in his embrace once more overtaking her mind. She certainly wouldn't complain if he volunteered to put his hands on her. Her mind of course continued to wonder when the phone rang. As she opened her eyes she signed softly and answered the phone. "Hello?... Oh yes, I do remember you... One moment let me see." Mel sorted through a few papers glancing up at her computer screen at Theo's message, the voice on the other end drawing her back into the call. "No, no I'm here, sorry, I just have the papers here in front of me in fact.... Yes, next Wednesday... 5:30... No, no, 6 will be fine... Yes of course, I'll let her know... Yes you too... Thank you... You have a lovely night too... Goodbye."<br><br>Mel was already back to reading the email before she even hung up the phone. Again she smiled at his signature, 'you are my dream', his words were sweet of course, she enjoyed his signatures, but these meant a bit more. These were in French, his attempt to journey into her world, and that made it so much more delicious. When she had finished reading it she clicked 'reply' then grabbed a small pad of paper before jotting down some information from the call. She didn't want to end up forgetting. When the note was made she pulled her keyboard in front of her and started her response.<br><br><em>"<acronym title="My dear Theo,">Mon cher Théo,</acronym><br><br>Those signatures certainly do bring a smile to my face. I love the French language and your interest in it of course only increases my interest in you. That is of course if that was even possible. <br><br>I do believe I will have an answer for you when you arrive this evening, and when let you know upon your arrival. I do agree that love is fickle, and it can be found in the strangest of places. One only needs to look. I in fact am looking into a curious one as we type. He has a lot of good qualities and I am certain he'd have no issues with sweeping me off my feet. Especially since he has a few times now already.<br><br>I would love a massage, it's actually been a very long time since I've had one. I used to actually get a massage every time I hired a new employee. You know to make sure they knew what they were doing, but now I have people who do that for me, seeing as I'm usually quite busy with other things. So I will be taking you up on that offer without hesitation. A good massage can do great things for the mind and soul just as it can for the body.<br><br>Here I am rambling on about work though, I suppose that may read as rather silly. I tend to do that with my passions however. Ramble to anyone who will listen. I in fact have a very good idea what I'll be rambling about tomorrow.<br><br>I have just looked at the clock however, I'm afraid I must make a few runs before your arrival, so I must go. I have enjoyed our talk however and I do look forward to tonight. Don't forget, side door, ask for Mitch, and of course tell them you're looking for me. They will page me, but I will try to not be to far away.<br><br><acronym title="Will be waiting for you,">Seront au rendez-vous,</acronym><br>- Mel<br><br>xoxoxo"</em> <br><br>Mel sighed as she signed it. She didn't want to get up from the chair, she didn't want to leave the messages, but she had to get some last minute things done. As she pressed 'send' she stood up from her chair, placed two of her fingers to her lips, kissed them then softly placed them over the screen then turned and walked out the door of her office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 23:46:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>5:50pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: Halls - massage area<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Open<br>NPCs: Dania (https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/1170911_365402213589252_526904376_n.jpg) <br>- Thoughs: Theo <br>-- NPCs: Mitch (https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-frc3/970528_365414980254642_1066708826_n.jpg)<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Mel caught herself looking at her watch every few seconds to check the time, as she was doing so one time she ran into one of her employees.&nbsp; "<acronym title="So sorry Dania dear.">Dania Donc désolé cher</acronym>" She said to the woman with a soft smile on her face. Dania Nicholson was one of her better and younger staff members. Reminded her of herself when she was younger. Dania was always a go getter and full of life. Mel placed a hand on her shoulder as she smiled before starting on her way.<br><br>"Miss Auvray?" Dania called after Mel as she began walking, slowly turning her attention to the young brunette she smiled "<acronym title="Yes.">Oui?</acronym>" Mel tried not to use to much French at the work place, she knew not everyone knew it. However there were some words that people had picked up on. Just as Mel turned to face the young woman she walked towards her. Handing her a manilla envelope as she smiled.<br><br>"This letter came for you a few hours ago. With in not being marked urgent I didn't wish to disturb you. I'll see you tomorrow." Dania turned and started down one of the hallways before turning back towards Mel "By the way, you look lovely."<br><br>Mel stood there for a short time, watching Dania leave with the envelope in hand. "Merci" she said softly as Dania was already around the corner. For a short time she studied the envelope before putting it under her arm and continuing down the hall. It was as Angel said, not marked important or urgent, so it would just have to wait. As she passed a second staff member she sent them with the envelope back to her office. Though she had hopes to return before Theo arrived that evening. In case there was something mentioned there she should know.<br><br>Mel glances once more at her watch, just about 5:30. Theo would most likely be arriving shortly. Most businessmen give a half hour leniency in case they are delayed, so she expected him any time within the next half hour. Lightly she raked her nails through her hair, pulling longer strands from her face as she made her way to one of the massage rooms. The door of close was partially open so she felt it would be ok to slip inside.<br><br>Inside she saw one of the masseurs working to clean things up, smiling she turned silently and closed the door behind her. Things seemed to be in order and they should be able to manage without her, at least for one night. After all if they couldn't Mel would never get a personal life. She was getting her dream home made, she'd found someone who thus far seemed like a great guy. Her life was just about what she wanted. Topped off with her dream job. One of the things that made Theo so great, he wasn't going to freak out because she touched another man's ass during a massage, least he didn't give any indications that he would.<br><br>In fact just the opposite. He was completely fine with it, a man with sense. He had no idea how much he'd already gotten her attention with that. She'd put her hands on a lot of people, seemed every one accept the one she wanted to, but that wasn't something she'd just out and tell him, at least not yet. Maybe if he got brave enough to tell her he wanted a massage. She could tell him then. That would also help him relax. He wouldn't have to worry he was coming on to strong or scaring her off. <br><br>While she ran through her thoughts she continued her rounds, leaving closed doors, closed, peaking inside open ones, and making sure all the rooms were being used, and cleaned as they should, slowly making her way towards the building dock, where she hoped to find Mitch Stevens helping Theo unload the truck.<br><br>As Mel continued down the hall she spoke to many miscellaneous people, staff and clients alike, sighing as she glanced once more at her watch. 5:38, roughly fifteen minutes. The time was beginning to pass so slowly now, now that she was waiting for him to arrive, and not spending her time responding to his messages but instead working. That was bothering her as well yes, the fact that she couldn't get back to her office to read his last message. When he arrived she'd have to ask him what it was about, what he had said. Until then she would just have to wait for his arrival.<br><br>Continuing on her way to meet up with Mitch she was stopped one of her staff members needed help with one of their massages. Hot stones to be exact. The woman getting the massage of cource was still covered when Mel entered the room. <br><br>"<acronym title="Hello Miss.">bonjour madame.</acronym> I am Melissa Auvray. I am the head masseur here. I understand that you and our new employee are having a bit of an issue with the request you made. So if you don't mind. I would very much like to assist her."<br><br>As the woman nodded she uncovered and laid on the bed. Melissa glanced at her watch 5:43. She had some time and he would understand if she was a bit late, but she really prefer not to make him wait. So she showed the employee what needed to be done, and how before quickly and quietly sneaking out of the room and returning on her path, walking a bit more quickly and hoping no one else would try and stop her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 11:54:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5:51 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa - Side door/Loading dock<br><strong>Tag:</strong> NPC: Mitch, Mellisa<br><hr><br><br>He couldn't help it. He had finished getting dressed, went downstairs by his truck, and looked at his watch and saw that it was 5:45pm. With a sigh, Theo decided he'd just go over a bit early, which would give him a bit of time to unload the truck. <br><br>Theo jumped in the cab and started her up, then headed over to the Spa, not driving particularly fast, but it was difficult not to. He hadn't been this anxious in a very long time. Even his monthly... changes... didn't bring on this sort of anticipation or eagerness. Quite the contrary, in fact. This was something he hadn't done or felt in a very, very long time, and now that the time was upon him, he couldn't help but feel those doubts start to creep in.<br><br>Would she have a good time? Would she find him acceptable company? Would she like his choice for a date? Would she be willing to see him again? These things collided through his thoughts, bouncing around in his skull and causing a bit of anxiety, but it was nothing serious. Eventually, he compartmentalized it all - what would happen, would happen. She would either like him or not. He just needed to be himself, and if she didn't like who he was, then hopefully they'd still part as friends.<br><br>But what if....?<br><br>Then he remembered all of his -bold- emails throughout the afternoon. Hers had been so playful and he found it difficult to believe that she actually -meant- them... but what if she did? And his... wow, some of his, after reading over them again later, were -really-... aggressive. Had it been so long that his boldness had grown all on its own? Regardless of the source of his boldness, he realized now that he was going to have to -face- her... after all the things he said! It gave him a chill, and he looked into the rear-view mirror for a moment to find that he was -blushing-.<br><br>"Come on, Theo... get a grip. She's just a woman. A... beautiful, sexy, exotic, intelligent, sophisticated woman, but... still... she's -human-," he said aloud to himself, coaching some relaxation into his bones.<br><br>He did relax by the time he pulled to the side of the building, as she had instructed. He saw the double-doors that would be the loading area, he assumed, so he pulled up to it. He saw a couple people standing outside smoking, so at least he'd be able to find out if this was the right place or not.<br><br>"Mitch?" he called out the window. One of the young males nodded. "Mr. Munn?" he asked, and Theo nodded in confirmation and turned off the truck. He hopped out and moved to the back, then popped open the truck bed's shell door, then pulled down the tail gate. The items had all made it safe and sound the short distance he drove them, including the additional items she wanted. <br><br>"Oh, we can get those things, Mr. Munn," Mitch said, quite politely. Theo nodded his appreciation as the two lads began to carefully pull the items out of the back of the truck. Theo's eyes, of course, were darting around looking for Mel, but so far did not see her. At least with the two guys unloading, they would know where to put things, and they'd save Theo from breaking a sweat. He'd feel pretty dumb unloading the truck, sweating a lot and then wreaking of sweat the entire time!<br><br>He watched as the two began to unload, and he waited patiently for her to arrive. If he finished unloading before she did, he'd just go in the front. He looked at his watch - he was a bit early, so he didn't worry at all. Just being anxious....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 16:59:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>5:55pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: hallway - loading area<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theo, open<br>NPCs: Mitch (https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-frc3/970528_365414980254642_1066708826_n.jpg)<br><hr><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Mel had stopped to help another staff member with some paperwork when she was paged. Mitch was calling her to the loading area, meant Theo was there. Luckily she was just a few turns from there now. The spa wasn't very large, not yet, but they were expanding, and she'd been going through a lot of things. The spa didn't close tonight until much later, so she had to make sure things would run smoothly while she was out.<br><br>As she approached the loading area she smiled "Bonjour messieurs" she spoke to the men who worked at the spa before calmly approached Theo, her hips swaying smoothly with every step she took, as she gently traced her hands over her sides to smooth out her dress of any wrinkles that may have formed during her time moving about the spa. Then men silently nodded to her, enough to acknowledge that she was there, and that they had heard her, but instead leaving her to her company as they kept to their work.<br><br>"Bonjour Theo, you look quite handsome." She smiled as she leaned forward and softly kissed his cheek, it was a slightly hesitated kiss however. The desire to taste his lips lingered in her thoughts as she slowly pulled back. She would have to make a special note to see how he tasted, but right now. She would do her best to behave herself. No matter how difficult the task was for her, she could only imagine the struggles he was having, at least based off his emails.<br><br>"I hope you don't mind them unloading your things. Seems they're the only ones here who are willing to help the idea of me having a night out."<br><br>Mel laughed softly, playfully at her words. She'd been busy since the time she got off her computer, in fact she still didn't get the chance to go back and read his last email, which rather bothered her a bit more now, though she kept silent about it. She was sure he knew that she didn't have time to read his last message, especially since she wasn't there waiting for him but instead had to be paged. So if anything that was absolutely vital was within it. He could tell her when he got brave enough.<br><br>"How about that tour? Maybe sign you up for that massage as well? The guys shouldn't take to long to unload, but plenty of time to set up that massage."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 20:55:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5:56 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa - Side door/Loading dock<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mellisa<br><hr><br><br>Theo watched as the two guys were quickly making short work of the items on the truck. He noticed that they were being careful without needing to be reminded, which pleased him greatly. He wouldn't be too happy if they broke something before even getting the items where they needed to be, but he realized his worries were unfounded as they unloaded the truck steadily and very carefully.<br><br>Then he heard her voice - and that accent - and he felt a chill race up his spine. Would it be possible to make love to her -voice-? He wished there was a way, and then he doubly wished the he could talk her into it! He turned to look at her and smiled, his eyes taking in the sight of her outfit. My, my, my... His first impression was to that she probably looked good in -anything- she wore, and his second impression was the sudden jealousy he felt for the cloth that hugged her body.<br><br>"You look beyond beautiful, yourself," he smiled in return to her compliment. He leaned slightly so that she could easily reach his cheek, and he blushed slightly as a result of her warm lips against his skin for that fleeting moment.<br><br>"Oh no, I don't mind them doing all the work," he teased, completely happy to have someone else do it. He could have, but was glad it wasn't necessary. "I am very appreciative that they were willing to help."<br><br>Her laugh was just as beautiful as her voice and accent, and he smiled even wider when she did. <br><br>"The tour would be excellent. Very curious myself to see what it's like inside. And, yes, as we had agreed - I need to sign up for that massage, and possibly speak to the woman I asked you about," he said with an obviously playful wink. "After you, since you know the way?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 21:16:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>5:56pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: loading dock - walking through spa<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theo, open<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>"Merci" She whispered softly to his complement of her appearance. It's true she got complements all the time, and she loved every one of them, but there was a time in which one would weigh over the rest of them. This was one of those times. Dania had told her earlier she looked nice, but hearing it from Theo gave her a stronger sense of accomplishment. After all it was him she was dressing for. Though she still wasn't quite certain what he had in store. He didn't tell her, he didn't even give hints. <br><br>She did enjoy surprises however so she was trusting his judgement entirely. Based off his own appearance she felt she dressed appropriately, not to overly dressed up and at the same time not to casual. she hadn't worn the dress she had on for some time, she was glad that it still fit her, not that her form really changed, but the idea that every woman worries if the clothes she wore yesterday would fit her tomorrow.<br><br>Mel laughed again, quite softly at his comment of not minding that the other males did the work. She knew Theo was quite capable, but it was better to have them get the job done. "I think they just do it for the money myself." She said, winking at Theo before lacing her arm in his as he was agreeing to the tour.<br><br>"I've a few of the masseurs going to put the items where they go, you boys just get them in the room, and don't forget to lock up everything." She spoke to the men who worked at the spa as she turned and began walking through the establishment with Theo.<br><br>"Welcome to Evans' Day Spa, home of the greatest relaxation experience of ones life. I do believe we could find an unoccupied room for you to speak with the masseur, if not my office is always available."<br><br>As the two of them walked Mel pointed things out to him, two double doors lead to a public bathing area, that allowed for spa treatments, seaweed wraps, as well as mud and milk baths, and of course the ever popular sauna. "Aside from the bathes we also have a multitude of massages, acupuncture, hot stones, head to toe full body, and then of course a wide range of exotic massages, but those are strictly out of office. I'm a stickler for that. We do both hot and cold oils, as well as lotions and aroma therapy. Where we do allow clients to bring in their own scents, though we try to have a wide variety for you to chose from."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 22:34:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5:56 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa - Side door/Loading dock<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mellisa<br><hr><br><br>He was sure that she received compliments all the time. Probably her fair-share of crude ones, as well. She might even -deserve- them, being a freakin' hot as she was, but Theo wasn't crude like that, or at least hadn't been since he was a teen. He'd be sure to compliment her in a kind way, never derogatory and never with the intent of objectifying her.<br><br>Theo couldn't help but look over her outfit again and again. Sexy but stylish, it felt as if she were -almost- inviting him to touch her, and the urge to do so was incredibly strong. But he knew better - he knew he'd have a much better chance of making a good impression if he was respectful and courteous to her, and treated her like the lady she was. The time for sliding his fingers over her skin would come some other time, if it came at all.<br><br>He chuckled at her assertion that the helpers were doing it just for the money. "Yeah, I bet you're right. If you weren't paying them, they'd probably be looking for other things to do that were more fun than unloading trucks," he teased. He was also sure that these two young men enjoyed the sight of their boss, too, enough so that 'helping out' probably was something they were -more- than willing to do without issue.<br><br>She laced her arm in his, and he held hers gently as she addressed the movers, then he turned with her and entered the building.<br><br>His curiosity showed as his eyes were -everywhere-, taking in the look and feel of the place. He could hear the soft, classical music in the background, and it was very relaxing. It even calmed his nerves a bit, nerves on edge about meeting Melissa and going out with her. She mentioned something about an empty room, and he lowered his eyes to her as she hinted at his speaking to a certain masseur. He smiled brightly at her - and blushed slightly. Surely she knew that he was referring to her that entire time, but if she wanted to keep the 'game' going, he'd be more than happy to oblige.<br><br>She then went through the long list of treatments that they offered - and 'exotic massages' rang out in his head. Did -she- perform those, he wondered? Quickly he shut that down - it was none of his business. She was a friend, a date, and nothing more at least for now, and he had no reason to wonder such a thing yet. He nodded as she finished the list, and he raised a brow.<br><br>"I'm impressed. There's a lot more to offer than I thought. I figured there'd be traditional massage and hot-stone therapy, but didn't know about the rest. Very impressive," he said as he walked along beside her at a casual pace, letting her lead the way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 22:59:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>5:56pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: walking through spa - massage room<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theo<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>"When I first came here the spa was very small, only a few people who did the massages, and they didn't offer much at all, but we've grown quite a bit in the last several years. Even more so in the last five. It's funny you mention the hot stones, because those are in fact a new thing we started just last summer."<br><br>She smiled, using her free hand to brush some hair from her face as she caught a half opened door to a massage room. She placed her fintertips on it and pushed it open slightly before turning her attention to the room and leading Theo inside. She took a small card from the door and flipped it around. This told other staff members the room was occupied. The room would give Theo a chance to see roughly what his store was assisting in furnishing, as well as giving them a private place to talk. <br><br>Mel took some papers from the back of the door. Information about the spa, and any paper work he would need to fill out for it. Each room had them, or at least was supposed to. As she released his arm she sat the papers on the bed and walked over to one of the counters.<br><br>"This is one of our massage rooms, other than the bed, what I bought from you earlier today will decorate one about the same size. Go ahead and sit down, the paper work is there I'll just grab a pen and a solid surface."<br><br>As she spoke she dug through one of the drawers until she found a pen, taking a solid clip board from the cabinet below it she then returned to the bed and handed both objects to Theo as she sat down.<br><br>"No one will come in here, and I assure you we have no cameras, and no other person is in this room. So what you and I discuss is completely confidential, unless you yourself wish to share the information with others or it needs to go on the pages so that our staff can serve you to the best of their ability."<br><br>Mel smiled softly, blushing slightly as she finished speaking. She did it again, she slipped into her business mode, she seemed to have done that quite a lot. Massages were her life though, they were her business, they were her pleasure. All she could really do is hope that Theo understood that, and in reality he seemed a little unsettled about speaking to her about something with they were emailing and she did want him to feel relaxed. To know he could talk to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 23:29:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5:56 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa - Side door/Loading dock<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mellisa<br><hr><br><br>"Wow, that story sounds familiar," he said to her with an impressed voice. "When I took over the store I have, it was just half the size it is now. I've expanded quite a bit, just as you have. I admit, most of that expansion was due to my own hobbies," he chuckled softly, "But it's also brought in more business, for sure. You've obviously done a lot of good work here, Melissa. Very impressive," he said, doing his best to convey is admiration, rather than just sounding like he was flattering her.<br><br>They entered one of the empty massage rooms, and he glanced around curiously as she explained her plans for the other rooms. He nodded, seeing exactly what she meant and what she planned to do with the pieces she bought from him. "Excellent idea. I like how you're planning on adding enough, just enough, to give it some style, and make it feel more... comfortable," he said. "But without overdoing it. Nice."<br><br>Theo sat down as she suggested he do, and he took the clipboard with a smile and softly said, "Merci."<br><br>He leaned back with the pen, nodding at her instructions. She seemed most comfortable, at least for now, in her 'businesswoman' mode, so he just smiled and accepted it, and popping the pen on he looked down the sheet and began to fill it out. He did seem more relaxed now.<br><br>"Is there a spot on the form here where I can... ah, yes, here it is. My requested masseur," he said, and then with flair he wrote the name down in clear letters: Melissa Auvray.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 23:47:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>5:58pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: massage room<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theo, open<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Mel smiled as she listened to Theo speak of his shop, he had a beautiful store. For her it was very soothing, to see the world come together in such a place. Present day, and the past brought in, sitting side by side on a shelf with all sorts of stories to tell. She could see how it would become such a hobby.<br><br>"I've worked here since I was thirteen" she began softly as he filled out the paperwork "It was my dream, so I suppose our stories are even more alike, I find great joy in bringing peace to others, so this in turn is my hobby. Angela Evans is a wonderful woman, and she trusts me to take good care of her place. She stops in once in a while, but mostly she sits back and allows me to take control."<br><br>She smiled upon hearing his thank you. She had used it quite a lot, so he was able to pick up the annunciation of it, and he said it perfectly. Hearing it of course bringing her back to another place in time. Back to France, back to her brother. As she sat down she watched him. Not saying a word she just watched. As he started to ask about something on the form she slid closer to him to show him where it was, but before he had even finished asking he'd found it.<br><br>"We do try to leave no room for error, so of course at the end is also a suggestion section. In case we may have missed something a client would fine relevant."<br><br>Mel lifted a hand from the bed and gently pressed her fingernails to the side of his forehead before running her fingers back through his hair.<br><br>"If I'm being to personal feel free not to answer but, why did you move here? It's a lovely town of course, but a man like you, there's no reason you wouldn't flourish in a large city. So why hide such amazing charms in a small town?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 00:13:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5:59 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa - Massage room<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mellisa<br><hr><br><br>He wrote as she spoke, his eyes turning to look at her every few words. "Since you were thirteen? Wow, that's some focus and dedication. Very admirable especially in someone so young," he smiled. "At thirteen, I was having trouble decided which comic books to buy," he chuckled, "And trying to figure out if girls really did have cooties or not."<br><br>He listened to her talk about Angela Evans. Theo had of course heard of Angela's name, being a fellow business-owner, and not far from where his own store was. It was clear the Melissa admired the woman and liked her.<br><br>Then he paused with a faint hint of a playful smile. "I get the impression... you enjoy being in control," he said, in response to her explaining how Angela allowed Mel to have it.<br><br>At her description of a 'suggestion section', Theo filled the form and found the box she was referring to. He thought for a moment then nodded his head.<br><br>"Yeah, I have something I can add in there," he said with a soft smile, and began to fill it in. As he did so, Mel asked him why he was in Angel Creek. He finished what he was writing in the suggestion box and then set the pen down. Feeling her fingers touch his skin, and his hair, sent tingles down his spine. She was a professional masseur, and a good one from the sound of it. Her voice was seductive, as was her touch. He knew he didn't stand much of a chance.<br><br>"Well," he began, turning side-ways slightly but scooting closer to her. "I've lived in the big city before, and just got tired of all the hustle and bustle. Too many people in one small place. I started looking at available store-fronts across the country, then focused on the Rocky Mountain area and the west. The rest, as they say, is history," he smiled, then gave her a longer look, eye to eye. "But I am so -very- glad that I chose -this- particular place, though."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 00:41:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>5:58pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: massage room<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theo, open<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>Mel laughed lightly and playfully as he spoke of trying to figure out if girls really had cooties. she remembered being that way when she was younger. In fact it was one of the things that drew her to the idea of becoming a masseur. The best way to find out if any of them had cooties was to touch them, but one couldn't very well run around school groping class mates. So instead she started working at the spa. Of course with her youth she didn't get to do the massages, but she worked with many people, learned the lay out of everything and moved up from there.<br><br>"To an extent I do yes, after all when you have someone laying on a bed in front of you, completely nude and entirely at your disposal you have to be willing to take control. They don't always know what their body needs, only what they like. Take you for example. You work all day in your shop, lifting things, bending, stretching out. All the while tension builds from just at the base of your neck, all the way down past your tail bone, and yet. You don't feel pain all over your back, even though you may in certain spots."<br><br>Yes Mel still thought about getting his clothes off and running her hands all over his body. Feeling his skin beneath hers as she helped him relax. Mel was speaking now from a more professional point of view however, fighting the urges she had, with the opportunity that had nicely presented it's self.<br><br>Mel continued to lightly rake her nails through his hair as he answered her question, smiling even blushing softly as he said he was glad he'd chosen Angel Creek to settle down in. She agreed to that. She was just sorry it took a year for her to find him.<br><br>"Well I can't speak for the town, but I'm certainly grateful that you're here. Tonight wouldn't be worth it with anyone else."<br><br>Slowly Mel began leaning forward, towards Theo when her name was called over the speaker system. They were calling Theo to the loading dock, his truck was empty and he was free to leave. Mel ignored the first call however, allowing her lips to find his she kissed him, slowly pulling back as they called for her again. She sighed softly as she slid from the bed.<br><br>"If we don't get you out there they'll send a search party to find us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 06:38:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5:59 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa - Massage room<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mellisa<br><hr><br><br>Theo nodded as she described what he did and possibly what types of discomfort he might feel on occasion. "That's amazing. You can tell that sort of thing just from the type of job someone has? That's interesting," he said with a gentle smile. And of course the thought of this woman being in 'control' of his body was beyond hot, but he decided it'd probably be best to keep that to himself at least for the time being.<br><br>He felt her nails on his scalp, light, gentle and slow. It took some amount of control -not- to reach across and pull her into his arms. <br><br>"Well, even though we've both been here for awhile and are just meeting now... better late than never, I say," he replied. He was -very- grateful that she had come by his store when she did. It had already been something of a wacky-day, but her coming into it made it one of the best days he had experienced in a very long time... and there was still a date to come.<br><br>His eyes locked on hers as she began to lean toward him. Slowly, he leaned forward as well, perhaps not as quickly, just wanting to make sure he wasn't misreading her intent. An announcement came over the intercom, and he paused, assuming she would as well. But she didn't, she ignored it and continued to drift forward until their lips brushed lightly against one another... light, gentle, but he could -feel- the electricity. Just -about- to lean forward for something more... invigorating, the announcement came again, and she pulled away.<br><br>"Yeah, I should move my truck," he said, his voice soft, throaty, and he cleared it quickly before he spoke again. "Should I meet you out front, if you're ready to go? Or should I park around front and come back in, if you have other things to take care of first?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 15:22:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>5:58pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: massage room - front desk <br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theo, open<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">music playing in background</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjOmE53niTE</div></div><br>"Actually, I can tell where your body needs the most work by your posture and the movements of each of your muscles. The human body fascinates me, it always has."<br><br>She spoke calmly, keeping completely professionalism about her as she responded to his comment about being able to know where his body&nbsp; needed the most work based off his job. After she pulled away from their kiss she traced her tongue slowly over her lips and smiled. She thought for a moment on his question. She had a lot of things she needed to get done... Eventually. Nothing that couldn't wait however. That wasn't really the question. The question was if she should make him wait a bit or if she should go with him now. The question didn't linger long on her mind however as she started towards the door and pulled it open.<br><br>"I'll meet you out front, what I have to do can wait until tomorrow. No more work tonight, for either of us." Mel smiled and winked at Theo as she took the paperwork from him. "If you go right out this door and turn right, it'll be a straight shot to the loading area, I'm going to go ahead and run these papers up to the front desk, and I'll see you out front."<br><br>Mel softly kissed the tip of her lips before laying her hand flat, palm up and blowing softly over them to blow Theo a kiss before she turned and stepped out of the room. She sighed contently before drawing in a deep breath, standing tall and walking towards the front desk. She couldn't explain what it was that Theo did to her, but she loved every bit of it, that was all that really mattered to her.<br><br>As she walked through the halls she smiled and nodded to everyone she passed, a few people commented on how she looked, and though she appreciated the compliments, and she thanked for them the greatest complement she had gotten was from Theo. He was the one she had dressed for, he was the one she wanted to please most with her attire, so his complement of course meant the most to her. As she got to the front desk the receptionist tried to hand her, her shoes, and she slowly shook her head. Mel already had a pair of heels on to go with what she was wearing. Handing the paperwork to the woman she smiled as she sorted through it "Seems you have a new client madam." Mel smiled and nodded before turning and starting towards the door. "Yes, I do, the items for the new room are here, do be sure to help arrange them. I'll be back in the morning some time to see how it looks." Just as she finished speaking Mel stepped out the doors of the building. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 00:59:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5:59 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa - Massage room<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mellisa<br><hr><br><br>Theo nodded as Melissa confessed a fascination with the human body. "Had you ever considered going into medicine? Perhaps to become a doctor?" he asked. It would be a reasonable question, he thought, since that's what many people did when they were eager to help others and had a similar interest in biology. And of course the medical field paid a lot, but also required a huge helping of education and schooling, though.<br><br>"Are you sure you're ready now? I can wait in the lobby or the waiting-area if you have one. I don't want to rush you," he said, but she gave him directions nonetheless how to return to his truck, and he smiled at her. <br><br>"Excellent, I'll fetch your chariot, my lady, and then we'll be off!"<br><br>Mel blew him a kiss and he smiled, then she was gone out the door. He sat there for a second or two before realizing - yes - he *needed* to get up and go get the truck and meet her around front. So it was about to start, then... a real, honest-to-god date, and surprisingly he wasn't -really- nervous... yet.<br><br>He jumped up from his seat and began following the directions that she gave him. He couldn't help but think who might read the application he filled out - the 'special request' section, especially - he had written something rather... racy, and he kinda hoped no one else would see it but Mel. On the other hand, it wasn't SO bad that it would embarrass her... at least not likely. Smiling at the thought, he made it to the side door, gave his thanks again to Mitch and the other fella that helped him, then he jumped in his truck and fired it up.<br><br>Theo carefully pulled out of the alley way and drove back around front. He couldn't get over how -gorgeous- she was, not just her perfect body, but her accent and the way she talked... he knew he was way out of his league, but he sure as hell wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to get to know her better.<br><br>He pulled around front, parking at the front-curb. He jumped out and went to the other side and opened the passenger door for her, so he'd be ready when she came out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snickerz</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 01:13:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://sphotos-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/21470_361250290671111_1740525662_n.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mélissa Auvray</strong> aka <strong>Mél</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Non Magic<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> same as picture, but bra matches the dress and no panties.<br><strong>Time:</strong> August 1st: <strong>6pm</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa: parking lot<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Theo, closed<br><hr><br>Mel's hips swayed gracefully back and forth as she waved back to a few people who were in the lobby, making her way to Theo and his truck she pushed some of her free flowing hair back from her face before placing a hand softly upon one of his cheeks, slowly she curled her fingers until her nails caressed his cheek then she slid her hand down along it before giving the corner of his lips a gentle peck, then of course got into the cab of his truck with his assist. Sitting down just before he closed the door she ran her hands over her dress once more and pulled on a seat belt as she crossed her ankles. Once more glancing over at the spa. It had been a long time since she'd gone out, since she'd been swept off her feet and surprised by such a gentleman, it would be a nice change of pace. As Theo got into the cab she looked at him and smiled.<br><br>"My father is a doctor at the local hospital, I don't care for the smell. I also enjoy the more hands on interaction I get as a masseur. I can feel how each muscle works instead of just reading about it. So, are you going to tell me where you're taking me now or am I getting blind folded until we get there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Angel Creek - Evans' Day Spa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>arkhos</strong> on <strong>19-08-2013, 08:38:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1240.photobucket.com/albums/gg481/indytims/theo2_zps942a360c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Theodore 'Theo' Munn</strong><br><strong>Species/Element:</strong> Werebear<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black button-up long-sleeved collared shirt, black pants and belt. Black shoes/socks. Dk Gray/White pen-striped jacket. (Same as picture)<br><strong>Time:</strong> 6:02 pmish, August 1st<br><strong>Location:</strong> Evans Day Spa - Out Front -&gt;&gt;&gt; On the way to Great Falls, less than an hour away<br><strong>Tag:</strong> Mellisa<br><hr><br><br>Theo made sure she was safely inside before he closed the door, then dashed around to his side of the vehicle and leaped in, started her up, and pulled out onto the street. He was immediately glad he had picked up this new truck two years previously: it was still in excellent shape, inside and out. If he had set up a date with her while he still had his PREVIOUS truck, he might have opted to just picked her up on a bicycle instead.<br><br>"Your father's a doctor? So the apple didn't fall too far from the tree, you just went in a slightly different direction," he said with a nod. <br><br>When she asked him about where he was taking her, he looked down at his watch quickly, then put his eyes back on the road. "You'll know soon enough," he said, then he glanced at her. "And... blindfolds? That's a tempting idea," he said, winking at her and then putting his eyes back on the road.<br><br>Jesus, she was -gorgeous-, and he started getting -that feeling- again, like he was taking someone on a date he -shouldn't- be. Strangely enough, it had nothing to do with the fact that he was several -decades- older than her, even though it didn't look like it. But it was simply her charm, her demeanor, her sophistication and bearing. She -walked- and -talked- like someone who should be in Hollywood, not in some dinky little town out in the middle of Montana. He mentally crossed his fingers that it wasn't just a physical thing, though... Of course if it -was-, he wouldn't dream of turning her away in a million years, but there was a deeper part of him that was hoping for something more, *longing* for a kind of connection he had not had in a very long time.<br><br>His 'surprise', he knew, might not even impress her. But, it was the first idea he could think of, and the first thing that came to mind. It had been simple to arrange, and he just hoped it worked out like he planned. If it did, at -least- she would see that he actually paid attention. It was the thought that counts, he kept telling himself.<br><br>The temptation to keep looking at her was strong. The road ahead gave him a good excuse to control his stares. He didn't want her to think he was a pervert or something, and some women, even beautiful ones, would get self-conscious if a man looked at them overly long. But Melissa had promised him that she -enjoyed- being looked at, and he was fairly certain that she knew what most of those men were thinking.<br><br>Did she think the same thing about him, he wondered?<br><br>"If you hate surprises, I could tell you if you want," he teased, smiling as he turned on the turn-signal and merged into an on-ramp. "But I think it will be worth the suspense," he said, glancing at her quickly. Goodness, was that -bare thigh- he could see out of the corner of his eye? Her exposed midriff was taught like she worked-out a lot, but the rest of her outfit left much to the imagination - and he had a -very- vivid one.<br><br>He eventually merged onto Interstate 15, and gassed up to the speed-limit... and a little past it. He couldn't wait to see her reaction...<br><br>
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