R&R with Ishtar

“Solus” Ishtar said as she entered your office.

“Ishtar” you reply, sipping some tea and reading through a logistics report.

“I heard there’s a brand new bathhouse and I wanted to check it out” Ishtar told you, purring slightly as she said it.

“The mens and womens sections are segregated” You say, not even looking up from your report.

“Oh come on! I know you can make yourself invisible to the humans” the minx pouted “Don’t you want to get a good look?” she purred seductively.

“If I wanted to look in on the women’s section of the bathhouse, I could create a view screen and just watch that way” you say, conjuring a view screen of a bathhouse in a manner so that Ishtar could see.

“Please? Come on, I’m sure it’ll be fun!” Ishtar pleaded. You sigh, noting that Ishtar was definitely the roommate that tries to talk you into doing something you’ll regret in the morning.

“Fine” you sigh “Just let me slip into something more comfortable” you tell the woman who’s busy fist pumping in victory. With a smirk, you switch into your female form, changing your clothes to match your current feminine fashion.

“Since when can you turn into a girl?” Ishtar asked, blinking a few times “And a hot one at that” she added. You definitely did not blush at such a cheesy compliment.

“It was a result of me getting kinky with a human during sex” you explain before conjuring up a coin purse and sandals “Now, are we going for a bath or what?” you ask.

“Hmm? Oh yes . . . bath” Ishtar muttered distractedly “that’s totally what we’re doing” she added under her breath. You sigh at this, Ishtar was definitely the kind of friend that drags her besties to parties. The typical extrovert adopting an introvert.

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“I’m impressed” you say, feeling rather impressed.

“Me too” Ishtar says, sounding rather impressed.

“How the hell did he build this in such a short amount of time?” you ask rhetorically as you stare down the bathhouse building.

“Is he a god? That’s the only explanation I can think of” Ishtar said. “Welp! No point standing out here!” she chirped before grabbing your arm and dragging you inside. You just managed to fish a few coins out as Ishtar dragged you into and passed the reception desk heading towards the clearly marked female side of the bathhouse. You yeeted the coins onto the startled receptionist’s desk just as it flashed out of view and found yourself in a locker room with wooden flooring.

Calling it a locker room might have been a bit much, but it definitely was a changing room with several rows of benches and wooden pigeon holes where you could put your things. Each pigeon hole was numbered so you could find them again.

“Wow, such luxury, much wow!” Ishtar commented looking around her. You start as you hear the ‘doge meme’ being said by a woman nearly sixteen hundred years too soon.

“Why do I get the feeling we ARE actually here to have a bath and not have one of your ‘adventures’?” you ask as you slip your clothing off and fold them neatly into a pigeon hole.

“Well, you’re kinda the only friend I’ve got right now, and I didn’t want to go alone” Ishtar replied. You snort in amusement as you watch Ishtar peel her own clothes off, shaking your head at the impromptu striptease she decided to give you.

With that done, the two of you proceed to the next room and you are left speechless as you bear witness to a room that looked almost as modern as the world you left behind.

“Now this is impressive,” Ishtar comments as she looks around. What you are seeing were benches that had sinks in them and bronze faucets with little bronze knobs on them. “Running water is a luxury you don’t see everywhere” she added as she walked over to one of those sinks. The sink was pretty large and had a cork stuck in the drainage hole. Along the back of the bench was a line of little white cakes of soap and neatly folded washcloths. “I guess you fill this basin up and wash yourself before entering” Ishtar mused as she tried turning the knob. It, however, didn’t budge and she frowned before you remembered the tradies mantra.

“Righty tighty, lefty loosy” you say, blinking as a tightness wound itself into your chest. Ishtar stopped, turned to face you, frowned, blinked a few times and then twisted the knob the other way without even looking at it. Immediately steaming water began flowing into the basin and Ishtar leaned against the bench while she observed you.

“You okay?” she asked softly in a show of concern you haven’t seen from her before.

“I’m . . . fine . . . sorta” you reply “I’ll tell you about it later” you add in and grab one of the washcloths, dropping it into the basin and thoroughly soaking it.

“If you say so” Ishtar sighed before turning to the little white bricks of soap and picking one up, turning it around and studying it intently.

“It’s soap” you quip, amused.

“I guessed that, but it’s soooo white” Ishtar replied, looking almost like she wanted to eat it.

“Don’t eat it, it’ll make your insides TOO clean” you tell the minx before swiftly yanking the washcloth out of the basin and then wringing it out over Ishtar’s back before she had a chance to react. The minx yelped and whirled around with an indignant expression while you chuckled. “What? Need to get clean don’t we?” you say with an innocent expression.

“Fine then!” Ishtar chirped before sticking her arms out in a T-pose “Wash me ****!” she faux commanded.

“Oh yes mistress, at once mistress!” you reply with overly dramatized servitude before thoroughly rinsing every square inch of Ishtar’s nubile body. You made extra sure to rub down her breasts and between her legs, those places surely need the extra attention, and Ishtar’s pleased sighs definitely cemented this.

You gave Ishtar another helping of your special ‘rubbing down’ when you grabbed the soap, and once more for good measure when it was time to rinse her off, and then it was your turn. Ishtar took special pleasure in mapping every ridge and feature of your body with the washcloth, soap, and her own fingers occasionally. Things were definitely heating up when an annoyed huff came from one of the other sinks.

“If you’re here to get clean, then get clean! If not, go somewhere else!” snapped a middle aged woman who pointedly turned her back on you and Ishtar as she cleaned herself off. You couldn’t help it, you giggled at being caught and Ishtar followed suit.

“Sorry miss, we’re just done anyway” you apologize between giggles, only to get an annoyed huff in response. You finish rinsing off, and still giggling you and Ishtar proceed onto the next room.

“Whoa” you say as you look around.

“Yeah” Ishtar added. Before you was an olympic sized swimming pool, or something very near to it. Not only that, but there were multiple little circular pools dotting the outside edge of the swimming pool. It was pretty easy to guess from the women and girls just swimming in the olympic pool that that was the ‘cold’ bath while the small circular ones were the ‘hot’ baths since the people in those baths were just relaxing. It only took you a moment to spot an empty bath and you grabbed Ishtar’s arm as you beelined towards it.

The pool itself was odd, it was clearly cycling out it’s water and thus you could clearly see a current in the pool which was about the size of your standard spa/jacuzzi. You dipped a toe in and found it hot, modern day bathtub levels of hot. You sat down on the edge of the pool, swung your legs around and then slid into it in one go, moaning as the heat slammed into you and penetrated you right to the core. You slump back against the marble side of the pool bonelessly, all tension being sucked out of you by the blissfully hot bath. A long, loud, pleasured moan from the other side of the pool made you open your eyes and you realised you’d damn near fallen asleep.

“Now this is worth doing every day” Ishtar sighed happily, slumping against the marble wall of the pool like you yourself had.

“Yeah” you sigh in agreement. You close your eyes and bask in the warmth for a while.

“I never properly thanked you,” Ishtar said, breaking the silence. You opened your eyes to look at the minx, giving her a raised eyebrow.

“You certainly thanked Strabo though” you comment idly. Ishtar chuckled in response.

“I had to at least once” she told you “and I was right, that man’s only problem is finding time to rest inbetween fucking all dem bitches” Ishtar added. You chuckle in response which has Ishtar chuckling along with you. “But still, thank you,” Ishtar says, turning serious once more. “I . . .” she stops, obviously trying to find the words “I could feel myself slipping away as the years dragged on” she muttered. “Felt my thoughts slow down and then stop, and it was just nothing” She said before clenching her teeth. “But it’s over now!” she chirped, staring at you with bright eyes “And I have you to thank for it!” she added.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something suitably appropriate to thank me with” you mutter as you close your eyes once more. Another comfortable moment went by with the two of you basking in the warmth.

“I’ve seen you in this form around town before,” Ishtar commented, breaking the silence once more. You merely crack a single eye open to look at her.

“Yuh” you reply “I have two seperate forms that exist simultaneously” you explain. “There’s currently two versions of female me around town at the moment” you add.

“That’s unique I suppose, two versions of yourself in the same city” Ishtar commented.

“Well, the version of me that’s being a more or less a normal human woman is currently busy manning a tailor shop, and getting progressively more frisky with my current boyfriend” you comment “and now I’m apparently having sex behind a clothes rack” you add and Ishtar chuckles.

“And I am supposed to be the sex god” Ishtar muttered. You grin at the woman.

“Truth be told, the memories are a little funny, I don’t always know what my other me is doing and she doesn’t always know what I’m doing” you say and Ishtar hummed her reply.

“I certainly know a thing or two about that” Ishtar told you “Sometimes I go out for a drink and I’m waking up the next morning naked and sticky” she said and you chuckled.

“How’s the stripclub going?” you ask.

“Nicely, it’s been fun creating dance routines from scratch with my little devotees” Ishtar purred happily. “Need to come up with something lightweight for the girls that will be doing the passive entertainment, since they could be there for hours” she added.

“Just so long as you don’t make the mistake of my people” you comment, conjuring a vid screen of that one scene where Dirty Harry was in a strip bar.

“Yeesh, you call that dancing?” Ishtar asked and you chuckle.

“No, and that’s the point” you reply and Ishtar chuckles as well. You switch the view screen to a pole dancer instead. “Now that’s some sexy dancing” you say and Ishtar nods in approval.

“Just a shame we can’t get poles like that” she said. “Maybe wood?” she mused, crossing her legs and taking her thinker pose. A thought then struck you.

“You ever considered body art? Like body painting and stuff?” you ask and Ishtar’s face lights up.

“Solus! You’re a genius!” Ishtar exclaims “oh what I could do with body painting!” she said dreamily. You chuckle in response to her enthusiasm.

“Best not say the ‘G’ word around me, people might accidentally believe it” You tell the minx as you bask in the profit of your own accident.

“Hah! This is proof that when it comes to sexual matters you are actually very intelligent!” Ishtar told you, her eyes sparkling. Then her eyes dropped into a seductive look and you watched as they travelled down your body.

“Well” you say before grabbing a boob and enjoying the sensation of groping yourself. “If you want to thank me . . .” you say suggestively. Ishtar’s eyes lit up and she smiled. It wasn’t a seductive smile, but a pure, genuine, heartfelt smile. Ishtar let out an airy chuckle as she slid over until she was next to you.

“I’d be delighted” she told you, whispering now that she was in kissing distance. Ishtar put a hand on your boob and gently kneaded it while you sighed. Her other hand then began gently running down your hip and onto your thigh.

“Take that someplace else!” exclaimed the middle aged woman from before. She had somehow taken the pool that was closest to you. You and Ishtar stopped and turned to face her looking for all the world like kittens that had been caught playing.

“You don’t mind what we are doing” you say, waving a hand.

“I don’t mind what you are doing” the woman responded in a sleepy voice.

“You won’t remember anything you saw” you say, waving your hand again.

“I won’t remember anything I saw” the woman parroted.

“These aren’t the droids you are looking for” you told her.

“These aren’t the droids we are looking for” the woman parroted before going back to enjoying her bath, blissfully unaware of what’s going on in the next pool.

“I’ll explain later” you say in reply to Ishtar’s raised eyebrow “Now that hand of yours?” you prompt and Ishtar smiles, her hand on your thigh finishing it’s journey to your snatch and two fingers being rubbing your labia before inserting themselves into you. You moan softly which gives Ishtar the opening she needs to kiss you and jam her tongue into your mouth.