Bubbles
Title: Bubbles
Character: Kasumi Karen
Fandom: X/1999
Rating: PG 13 for reference to nudity/sex work
Word Count: 173
Summary: Karen's first day at a soap land bar
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own the character or the world that she comes from. This story = entertainment purposes only, I make no profit off of this.
She has to remind herself that this is just a job like any other. She doesn't really look at her client's body. Instead she focuses on the small bubbles formed as she applies the soap liberally onto her hands. In one of the bubbles, she thinks she might see a rainbow, but the groan of the business man (who's slightly over weight body she can make out even through the foam) brings her back to reality. She stays focused and when it comes time to wash...that part of his body, she makes sure to do exactly what the woman who had given her the job tells her to do. She is as efficient there as she is with the rest of him. When he leaves the bath, she dries him down with a soft forest green towel, a color out of place against the crimson of her lingerie. He leaves her a good sized tip as he walks away. In the draining bubbles, now fast vanishing, she thinks she sees a cross.
Character: Kasumi Karen
Fandom: X/1999
Rating: PG 13 for reference to nudity/sex work
Word Count: 173
Summary: Karen's first day at a soap land bar
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don't own the character or the world that she comes from. This story = entertainment purposes only, I make no profit off of this.
She has to remind herself that this is just a job like any other. She doesn't really look at her client's body. Instead she focuses on the small bubbles formed as she applies the soap liberally onto her hands. In one of the bubbles, she thinks she might see a rainbow, but the groan of the business man (who's slightly over weight body she can make out even through the foam) brings her back to reality. She stays focused and when it comes time to wash...that part of his body, she makes sure to do exactly what the woman who had given her the job tells her to do. She is as efficient there as she is with the rest of him. When he leaves the bath, she dries him down with a soft forest green towel, a color out of place against the crimson of her lingerie. He leaves her a good sized tip as he walks away. In the draining bubbles, now fast vanishing, she thinks she sees a cross.