[Runesmith]

It had been only the second time Rachel had had a bath in a bathtub. The first was when she was around 10 years old, when after a strong typhoon, their area had been flooded, and the manager of the resort in Bohol where her mother worked (the man rumoured to be her father), had allowed them to stay for a week in one of the rooms in the resort until the waters receded. In spite of the loss of some of their belongings, that had been the happiest time of her life.

She had been brought in to a suite, where the bathroom was bigger than the annexe where she lived with her mother. Her luggage was already in the suite. The sexily dressed woman who brought her there had not left, as Rachel expected. Instead, she started unbuttoning Rachel's blouse. The unsophisticated, 15 year old girl from a provincial village in the Philippines had not expected to be undressed by a woman, and had tried to indicate in stuttering English and gestures that she could do it herself. The woman had obviously misunderstood her, bowed, and started removing her own clothes. The batik blouse and the wraparound cloth were on the ground in seconds, before Rachel could clarify, and the woman had stood naked in front of her. The woman had large but firm breasts with small brown areolae and small but protruding nipples that had been visible through the blouse. She wasn't "slim" in a beauty pageant sense, and had curves in the right places.

Rachel had also noticed with some embarrassment that the woman was clean shaven. The small mound between the tops of her thighs didn't even show a trace of stubble, and the sides of the slit running down from the dimple was completely hair free. It wasn't that Rachel hadn't seen a clean shaven woman before - her mother had shaved whenever she had to leave for night shift at the resort, and she had seen in the changing room that some of the girls at the beauty pageant were clean shaven. Rachel's own pudendum had been covered in a triangular mat of curly black hair, just neatly trimmed to avoid any hair showing during the swimsuit competition (her mother didn't think she was old enough to start shaving). She was embarrassed because some of the other contestants (mostly those girls from Cebu City) had made fun of her ("Oh look, the jungle girl brought the jungle with her").

The woman had wordlessly undressed Rachel, who had been too embarrassed, and too out of her depth to protest. After the woman had knelt in front of Rachel and removed her panties, she had asked in heavily accented English, "Madam want toilet?"

Embarrassed again, Rachel had nodded. She hadn't peed since she had been to the first class toilet on the flight (where she had stuffed the bottle of lavender scented hand lotion in to her bag, hoping no one would notice). All the tea she had drunk during her three hour interview/interrogation had now made its way to her bladder and was making its presence felt.

The toilet that the woman gestured towards was nothing like Rachel had ever seen. instead of a straight seat and straight back of the European style toilets, the seat of this toilet was angled back, towards a white leather padded sloping back rest. The bowl itself was an elongated oval with foot rests on either side. The woman showed her how to get on to the seat and lean back. Rachel had been acutely aware how in this position her intimate areas were spread open and on full display, and the presence of the woman had made it difficult to get her sphincter to relax. Of course, as a girl growing up in a small village, she had often peed on the side of the road with her friends on the long walk home from school. Sometimes a three-wheeler or a jeepny would unexpectedly drive by, and often the driver or passengers would whistle and cat-call. But this was different, because the woman was expectantly looking on, as if Rachel emptying her bladder was the most important thing in the world. Rachel closed her eyes, and eventually a small warm trickle issued from between her legs, strengthening to a hissing stream as her bladder sighed with relief.

What happened next was not something she had expected. As Rachel had been squeezing out the last drops, the woman picked up what looked like a silver teapot with a long straight spout from a sideboard. Kneeling in front of the toilet bowl between Rachel's spread legs, the woman poured lukewarm rosewater from the pot on to Rachel's pussy, while the fingers of her other hand washed every nook and cranny, after which she dried it carefully with a soft linen towel.

"I was shocked when she touched me like that, but it actually felt good," smiled Rachel mischievously as she took another sip. "It felt like that time when long ago Manoy was touching my panties between the legs, but even nicer." She gave Zaheera a serious look, then burst out laughing. "Now I like it when you do it too," she giggled uncontrollably. Zaheera smiled, and nodded, still wondering why the Gundik was taking her in to confidence on all this.

When Rachel had tried to get out of the strange toilet, the woman had motioned her to remain. She fetched a pair of blunt nosed scissors and started carefully trimming Rachel's bush, until only a triangle of stubble remained. Then she fetched a can of shaving gel and a feminine razor and carefully shaved the stubble away, moving her way down to Rachel's labia, and even making sure that the space around her anus was hair free. She had then washed the hair free mound with rose water again, dried it again, and then helped Rachel stand and walk to the bath.

The bath was exactly the right temperature, and covered with rose petals. The woman had scrubbed Rachel's skin with a peeling glove, making sure that every inch of her skin, including her breasts, were smooth and exfoliated. After the bath, the woman had asked Rachel to lay down on a low massage table, and massaged her with warm rose-scented oil that seeped in to her skin and didn't leave an oily trace. Rachel had never even dreamed of such decadent luxury in her life.

Rachel's tone suddenly changed. "It was like a fairy tale, you know, like being a princess for a day. I was scared, shy, and so happy... but then the night came."