Dinner, Chapter 16

Emma and Lyra stood at the entrance of the luxurious spa, their most familiar spot at the exclusive golf course. The spa promised a unique blend of modern technology and tranquil relaxation. Lyra glanced at Emma, her eyes a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Em, we were just in the hot tub last night," she murmured, her reluctance clear.

Emma, ever persuasive, leaned in close, her breath warm against Lyra's ear. "Trust me, Lyra, this is going to be different. We’re not having our typical spa treatment. We have to do this," Emma whispered, her voice filled with a tantalising promise.

“You know, I think I liked the treacle, but it can be a bit much, in the end? Are you sure we need this?” Lyra asked.

“Babe!” Emma admonished, “I’m in charge here. You don’t get to arrive at my house early in the morning, needing my attention, and then get to regain your autonomy just when you feel like it.”

Lyra's head dropped, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to spoil your day,” she mumbled.

“It's not like that LyLy, I was so happy to see you this morning. I’m glad you came, you made my day. And don’t worry, we’re not going to get sticky again, and probably not going to get wasted either.” She smiled at Lyra. “Well, unless you’re feeling naughty, but I don’t think you’re 100% Lyra yet, so we’re going to take it easy.”

As they stepped inside, the serene atmosphere embraced them like a warm hug. Soft music played, gentle lighting bathed the room in a golden glow, and the calming scent of essential oils filled the air. The spa’s modern design seamlessly blended with elements of natural tranquillity.

They approached the reception desk, where a holographic receptionist materialised with a friendly smile. Emma tapped her swipe on the small pad on the desk, and the hologram greeted them warmly. "Welcome back, Ms. Rhodes. We’re delighted to have you and your guest with us again," the holographic figure said, its voice smooth and inviting.

The pad on the desk continued to glow for severals seconds, as if waiting for more input. Then, the hologram continued, "Please follow the illuminated blue line to your private treatment area." At its words, a soft blue light appeared on the floor, creating a path for them to follow.

Emma turned to Lyra, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "See? This isn’t just a hot tub, it’s a new experience. Just relax and let go," she encouraged, her hand gently squeezing Lyra's for reassurance.

Lyra took a deep breath, allowing herself to be enveloped by the spa’s calming ambiance. The blend of modern luxury and natural serenity began to work its magic, easing her initial reluctance. She glanced at Emma, whose confidence and enthusiasm were infectious, and slowly, a smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth.

As they followed the glowing line, guiding them through familiar, beautifully designed relaxation spaces, Lyra suddenly felt a rush of heat as they passed the door to the massage rooms. She gulped as she remembered the vivid dream she had had about Emma and Jenna at the spa, where they were teaching her how to use Ms. Strapless. Her face turned bright red, the memory causing a flush of embarrassment and excitement. Emma, engrossed in the serene surroundings and their upcoming treatment, didn’t notice Lyra’s reaction.

They continued along the path, both familiar with the layout from their many previous visits, each step bringing them closer to their private sanctuary. The anticipation of what lay ahead filled the air, setting the stage for the intimate moments to come. As they reached their private spa room, the promise of a unique and deeply personal experience awaited them, ready to unfold in the serene sanctuary of the spa.

As soon as the door closed, Emma wasted no time and removed her dress, revealing a sexy lingerie set that accentuated her confidence and allure. Her movements were deliberate, each gesture dripping with sensuality. "Come on, Lyra, let’s get comfortable," she encouraged, her voice a blend of excitement and assurance, laced with a sultry undertone.

Lyra hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly as she fumbled with the zipper of her dress. Eventually, she slipped out of it, revealing the delicate lingerie she had borrowed from Emma. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and curiosity, she asked, "Why are we doing this, Emma?"

Emma’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and affection. She took Lyra by the hand, her touch sending a shiver down Lyra's spine, guiding her to stand in front of a large mirror. "I’ll explain. Now, what do you see?" she asked, her tone inviting introspection while her fingers gently caressed Lyra's arm.

Lyra glanced at their reflections, her eyes lingering on Emma’s form. "Your boobs are bigger than mine, and you look confident," she said, her voice tinged with admiration and a hint of envy. Her gaze was riveted by the way Emma’s lingerie hugged her curves.

Emma turned her gaze to Lyra, her expression thoughtful and filled with a deep, reassuring warmth. "No babe, look at you, what do you see in your own reflection?" she prompted, her voice a soft whisper against Lyra’s ear.

Lyra sighed, her eyes dropping slightly. "I see me, in your underwear, but you look much better in them," she admitted, her voice soft and uncertain.

Emma's eyes softened with understanding and a hint of playful challenge. "That’s not true, but why do you think that is?" she asked gently, her fingers trailing down Lyra’s side, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Lyra shrugged, a small frown on her face. "I don't know. Maybe because you're more beautiful than me," she said quietly, feeling a pang of insecurity.

Emma shook her head, her eyes firm but kind. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Lyra’s skin. "No Lyra, you're beautiful. Let's try looking from a different angle." She directed Lyra to stand in profile, positioning herself close behind her. "Can you see a difference now? And I don’t want to hear about my boobs, although I do appreciate you talking about them," she added with a playful wink, her lips brushing Lyra's ear.

Lyra considered their reflection for a moment, the proximity making her hyper-aware of Emma's presence. "Maybe these panties are a bit higher or don’t fit as well," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Emma smiled, her hands sliding to Lyra’s hips and pulling her close. The heat of Emma’s body against hers was intoxicating. "Now we’re making progress. A certain little miss is insisting on developing an entire Amazonian rainforest in my delicate little panties." Her hand slipped onto the front of Lyra's panties, pushing in a bulge, which sprang back. "Quite a lot of volume here," she noted, her tone both teasing and affectionate. Drawing a line across the edge of the panties with her finger, she added, "And the natives aren't exactly staying within the compound."

With that, Emma stepped back, her movements fluid and unhurried as she removed her knickers, her eyes never leaving Lyra’s. "Hup, hup," she said, her voice firm yet encouraging, filled with an unspoken promise.

Lyra shook her head, her cheeks burning with a deep blush. "I don’t need to get a Brazilian like Vix," she protested, her voice shaking.

Emma's voice turned stern but remained gentle, her eyes locking onto Lyra’s with a commanding intensity. "We’re not getting a Brazilian. We’re just going to tidy things up and take out a little volume. And besides, those are my panties, so it’s my rules," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Sheepishly, Lyra obeyed, feeling self-conscious but trusting Emma. Emma drew her in again, their reflections now side by side in the mirror. The intimacy of their shared vulnerability created an electric charge in the air. "I don’t think Mike is interested in my hairdo," Lyra muttered, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Emma planted a tender kiss on Lyra’s cheek, her lips lingering for a moment. "Don’t worry, babe. This isn’t for Mike. This is for you. You’re the one that matters here… Well, of course, it’s for me too, when I dream about you in my panties," she added with a playful grin, her eyes sparkling with affection and desire.

Emma gently guided Lyra’s hands to her sides. "Feel your own beauty, Lyra," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm. "Feel how these curves make you uniquely you."

Lyra's hands trembled slightly, but she followed Emma's lead, her fingers brushing against her own skin with newfound awareness. Emma’s touch was everywhere—light, teasing, and reassuring all at once. She felt the warmth of Emma’s breath on her neck and the gentle pressure of Emma’s body against hers, making her heart race.

"Look at us," Emma whispered, her lips brushing the shell of Lyra's ear. "Two beautiful women, standing together, embracing who we are. There’s nothing sexier than confidence, Lyra. And you have it, even if you don’t see it yet."

Emma's hands moved to grab Lyra’s hips, her touch sending shivers of anticipation through Lyra’s body. "Now, let's make you look as stunning as you feel," Emma said, her voice a low, seductive promise. "We’ll start with a little trim, nothing drastic. Just enough to let you see how amazing you are." Emma steered Lyra to the waiting machines.

As they settled onto the beds, a simple cloth partition was raised, shielding their view from the instruments below while still being able to see each other. Lyra, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, gripped Emma's hand tightly. Emma, ever the reassuring presence, leaned in close, her voice a soothing balm as she spoke comforting words to calm Lyra's nerves. “Put your knees up a bit, babe. And open your legs a little, it’ll be easier for them to get in all our nooks and crannies.”

As Lyra complied, the robots whirred to life, their various arms equipped with different tools extending down to begin their delicate task. The gentle hum of the machines filled the room, mingling with the soft rustling of the partition. Lyra couldn't help but giggle as the sensation tickled her, her body squirming slightly under the precise movements of the robotic arms. Emma watched her friend with a playful smile, enjoying every moment of Lyra's reactions.

Emma's robot was the first to finish, and she turned her full attention to Lyra, whose robot continued its meticulous work. She pushed herself up on one arm looking over the partition. "Looks like the untouched Amazonian rainforest is finally being tamed," she teased, her voice low and sultry.

Lyra, starting to relax, responded, "Well actually, my forest hasn't seen virgin wood in a long time!"

Emma's eyes widened in mock shock, her hand flying to her mouth. "Lyra! Such a dirty mouth!" she exclaimed, her tone filled with playful scandal. She dropped down, her lips brushing against Lyra's earlobe. "I like this side of you," she whispered, her voice dripping with sensuality.

Lyra's face turned a deep shade of red as she burst into laughter, her body trembling slightly. "Well, you bring out the Vix in me," she retorted, her initial shyness giving way to playful banter.

The sight of various robotic arms methodically moving and switching tools was almost mesmerising. Some arms were equipped with fine blades for precise trimming, while others had soft brushes to sweep away the cut hairs. The entire process was both clinical and oddly intimate, the two women remained side by side, their hands clasped together.

Emma continued to make light-hearted remarks, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she teased Lyra. "You know, I think we need to rename it. How about 'Lyra's Lush Landscape'?" she suggested with a grin, earning a snort of laughter from Lyra.

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Or 'Emma's Forbidden Forest,'" she countered, feeling bolder by the minute.

Emma threw her head back and laughed, her whole body shaking with mirth. "Oh, we’re going there, are we? You know I’d always let you in. But, how about 'Lyra's Luxurious Love Nest'?" she suggested, her voice a sultry whisper.

Lyra giggled, feeling a thrill run through her body at Emma's words. "Or 'Emma's Secret Garden,'" she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper.

Emma's eyes darkened with desire as she leaned in closer to Lyra. "Or 'My Treasure Box,'" she murmured, her breath warm against Lyra's ear.

Lyra's heart raced as she felt Emma's warm breath against her skin. "Or ‘My Sanctuary of Sin,'" she suggested, her voice barely audible.

Emma's eyes darkened even further as she leaned in to capture Lyra's lips in a searing kiss, “You’re such a dirty girl.”

Emma looked up, as the last few strands of hair were trimmed and the final touches were made, the robotic arms retracted, and the hum of the machines faded. Lyra's robot had finally finished, and she let out a relieved sigh. Emma gave her hand a gentle squeeze, her eyes filled with affection and pride.

As they sat up together, they glanced at each other's trimmed areas, exchanging approving nods. Emma, however, was not entirely satisfied. "We're not finished yet, LyLy. This was just the trim. Now we need to do the lines," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Lyra shook her head, still a bright purple, and clearly content with the results so far. "I'm happy with this, Em. I don't need anything else."

Emma insisted, her eyes twinkling with determination. "I've told you Ms. Potty Mouth, if you're going to wear my panties, you’ll need to be brave.” Emma waited a few seconds as she scanned Lyra’s concerned face, adding, “It’s OK babe, just let me go first. You’ll see it’s fine."

Reluctantly, Lyra agreed, and they lay back down, their eyes fixed on each other. The smell of hot wax filled the room, over-powering the nascent lavender. Lyra watched Emma’s face intently as the wax was applied, the process both fascinating and nerve-wracking.

Emma's face was a study in concentration as the wax strips were pressed into place. They waited for the wax to set, the anticipation building. The machine gave a countdown, and at zero, it ripped the strips off. Emma yelped, trying to stifle the sound, but harsh swear words escaped her lips, “fucking cunt”. The words were almost swallowed as she inhaled deeply.

Lyra's eyes widened with concern, but Emma quickly reassured her. "It's just I was surprised, not that it hurt," she said, her voice strained and unconvincing.

The robot began to apply a soothing salve, and Emma forced a smile. "See? It's only a few seconds," she lied, trying to maintain a brave front, regulating her breathing.

Lyra took a deep breath, “You know what, I’m fine,” she said. “Fine like this, I don’t need any more treatment.”

Emma looked at her sternly, “Babe, we’re doing this. My panties deserve the best.”

“Maybe if you pull the strips?” Lyra asked, lying back down, her nerves evident.

Emma reassured her softly, "Of course, babe, I can be the one to pull the strips. Trust me. Just try to relax." The scent of hot wax filled the room, mingling with the faint aroma of essential oils. The stinging sensation was rapidly evaporating from Emma’s crotch.

Emma scooted around on the treatment bed, straddling it with her legs under Lyra's knees, closely observing the robot's handiwork. The robot then carefully applied the warm wax, its movements precise and efficient. The sensation of the wax being spread over her skin sent a shiver down Lyra's spine. As the wax cooled, the robot gently pressed the strips precisely into position on Lyra's skin.

As the robot worked, Emma couldn't help but admire Lyra's vagina, thinking it looked very nice. She had seen it often, but had never had the chance to get so up close and personal to it before. It was discreet, not like Vix's butterfly lips that just screamed for attention. And not at all like Jenna’s, with her large outer labia like a mouth, ready to say something, but then vertical.

She continued to list through the vaginas she’d experienced up close, a smile creeping across her face. She thought of Alex, the first girl she had kissed long ago, and her smile became a frown as it reminded her of the Lake House. Why did Tom and Vix always have to remind her of the stupid Lake House.

“What’s going on?” asked Lyra, her voice wavering.

Emma snapped out of her thoughts, "Just waiting for it to set,” she said.

After a few tense seconds, Emma's soothing voice asked, "Ready?" Lyra squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.

"Three... two..." Before she finished the countdown, Emma swiftly ripped the strips off. Lyra gasped, her body tensing as a sharp pain shot through her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried to remain composed.

Emma immediately bent down, her face etched with concern. "I'm so sorry, babe," she murmured, her voice trembling with guilt. She placed a trail of tender kisses along Lyra's newly stripped skin, her lips gentle and warm against the sensitive areas. "I'm so, so sorry," she repeated, her breath a soft caress.

Emma then scrambled to lie back down beside Lyra, wrapping her arms around her to help her deal with the pain. "You did great, babe," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine care. "You did great."

A tray smoothly extended, presenting a range of soothing creams and salves. Emma selected one, dipping her fingers into the cool mixture before gently applying it to Lyra's freshly waxed bikini line. Her fingers glided over Lyra's skin with a delicate, deliberate touch. The cool balm contrasted with the lingering sting, providing much-needed relief. Emma's fingers moved in a slow, rhythmic pattern, each touch infused with tenderness and intent to soothe. Gradually, the pain eased, though tears still trickled down Lyra’s cheeks.

As Emma's hands glided over Lyra's skin, her movements became more sensual, tracing delicate patterns. She repeatedly dipped into different salves, hoping the combination would provide the ultimate relief. The intimate contact sent shivers through Lyra's body, her breath coming in soft, uneven gasps.

Emma leaned in closer, her breath warm against Lyra's ear. "Do you want me to continue?" she asked softly, her voice a gentle whisper.

Lyra nodded, her lips trembling as she tried to hold back the pain. Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the sensations. Emma's touch grew more insistent, her fingers lightly brushing Lyra’s newly sensitive areas in a smooth caress.

With each passing moment, the atmosphere between them grew more charged. Emma's fingers danced provocatively along the edges of Lyra's femininity. She could feel the heat radiating from Lyra's body, and as her hands moved lower, the intimacy of the moment deepened.

Lyra caught her breath, a soft whimper escaping her lips as Emma's hand inched closer to her inner thighs. The combination of pain and pleasure created a heady mix, leaving Lyra trembling beneath Emma's touch.

Emma, close against Lyra, pressed a soft kiss to her temple. "You're so brave," she murmured, her voice filled with admiration. "And so beautiful."

Lyra's eyes fluttered open, meeting Emma's gaze. Emma's hands continued their slow, deliberate caress, each movement designed to ease the pain and heighten the pleasure.

Emma's gaze drifted to Lyra's erect nipples under her finely cut red lace bra. She gently moved her hand from the sensual massage to cup Lyra's breast, her thumb brushing against the erect nipple. With a playful smirk, she whispered, "Oh, you dirty girl, what kind of thoughts are running through your mind right now?" This teasing remark added to the charged atmosphere, deepening their intimate connection.

Emma's hand moved away from Lyra’s breast, reaching for more salve that she continued to apply. Lyra's face flushed, and she bit her lower lip, struggling to find the words to respond. Emma's touch was intoxicating, and she found it difficult to think straight.

"It's okay, Lyra. You don't have to say anything. Just know that I'm here for you, and I want you to feel comfortable with me."

Lyra nodded, grateful for Emma's understanding. She closed her eyes and let Emma and the cooling balm work their magic, the sting of the treatment dissolving away.

After another 10 minutes, Emma kissed Lyra on the cheek, saying they were probably done. They both sat up slowly, slipped off the treatment table, and sauntered over to the large mirror again to compare the results. They scrutinised their reflections, admiring the meticulous grooming.

Lyra said, "Em, don’t you think yours looks like an arrow pointing towards your lady bits?"

Emma laughed. "Have you met Tom? You know, some men, you really have to show them where they need to be."

They both giggled, and then Emma looked at Lyra's trim. "Your sanctuary of sin looks like the perfect place for me to lose all self-control," Emma teased, her eyes dancing with playful desire.

Lyra blushed and chuckled, "Careful, or you might end up needing another treatment sooner than planned."

Emma grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, maybe that's all part of my master plan. What do you think?"

Lyra shook her head, laughing softly. "Am I allowed to put my panties back on now?"

Emma looked thoughtful for a moment. "Apply a bit more salve and let it soak in fully before we dress."

As the conversation continued, the robot arms retreated into the ceiling along with the partitions, leaving behind a range of salves and lotions neatly arranged for their use. Emma turned to Lyra with a gentle smile.

"Would you like me to apply the salve again, or do you understand what to do now after my extended demonstration?" Emma asked.

Lyra rolled her eyes playfully. "I only needed the extended demo because you lied about the pain."

Emma chuckled softly. "It really does get better, but you're right. You've earned one free question again."

Lyra sat down on a nearby bench, lifting one foot up as she began to apply more lotion. The cool, soothing sensation of the balm against her skin was a relief. She took her time, dilly-dallying a bit, clearly deep in thought. Emma, leaning against the wall, took the opportunity to admire Lyra's freshly trimmed area again, her eyes tracing the smooth, inviting skin. The sight was mesmerising, and she found herself lost in thought, appreciating every detail.

Finally, Lyra looked up at Emma, catching her attention and snapping her out of her reverie. "So, what did you do for Jenna and Astra?" she asked, her voice filled with nervous curiosity.

"LyLy, you know you're not allowed to ask about Jenna."

"But you said I could ask anything," came the sheepish reply.

Emma walked over to their dresses, retrieved her swipe, and beckoned Lyra to join her. With one hand around Lyra's hips, pulling her close, she called up Jenna on Scope. Lyra whispered that she didn't mean it, but Emma, still firm yet playful, said it was too late and she would have to face the consequences.

Jenna's face appeared on the display. "Hi, babe. I've got a very naughty girl here, eager to ask you some questions."

Jenna smiled warmly. "Oh, hi there. Is that Emma’s bra you’ve got on LyLy? What’s on your mind?"

Lyra's cheeks flushed deeply. She opened her mouth, but words failed her. Emma added after a pause, "She wants to know about how I helped you two."

Jenna replied, "Well, why don't you come over? You can ask when you're here. Anyway, we've got some news."

Astra also appeared on the screen, adding with a playful smirk, "Yes, you better get over before the Vix’s Secrets Train pulls out of Reveal All Station."

"Oo, sounds like something we want to hear. Catch you later," said Emma, ending the call.

Lyra looked up at Emma, her eyes wide with concern. "Emma, what am I going to ask?"

"Maybe you should have thought of that earlier," Emma said, pulling Lyra into an embrace. "Babe, don’t worry. It's not a problem. How about we put our panties back on now? This lady can only handle so much fun."

The two of them shared a laugh, the tension easing as they reached for their clothes. The soft fabric of their panties felt comforting against their newly smooth skin, a reminder of the intimate care they had just experienced. Emma's confident touch and teasing remarks continued to keep the mood light, while Lyra, though still flustered, began to relax slightly in Emma's reassuring presence.

As they finished dressing, Emma gave Lyra a playful swat on the bottom. "Ready to face the music, LyLy?"

Lyra nodded, a shy smile creeping onto her face. "I guess so. But only because you're with me."

Emma grinned, taking Lyra's hand firmly in hers. "Always, babe. Let's go see what those two are up to."