Your heart races as you continue your massage with Betty. You’re still struggling to come up with a way to get out of this before she can see through your lies. The good news: she seems to be enjoying your massage, a lot. The bad news: so are you. The longer you feel up Betty’s amazing ass, the more you fear you’ll lose all sense of self and rationality in it, blowing your cover (and possibly more) in delirious arousal. It doesn’t help that, with Betty’s legs now wrapped around your torso and hugging you against her, your crotch is pressed against her butt, forced to feel every move her jiggly cheeks make as you squeeze them. Betty’s pleasure-filled moans continue to ring through your ears as you start getting light-headed.
Before things can escalate any further, you hear a bratty voice call out from around the corner, “Hey, would you, like, pipe down already!? Some of us are trying to change clothes in peace.” You look to where the voice came from and see an annoyed, pink-haired girl in pigtails peeking her head into the locker aisle you and Betty are in.
Betty spots the girl too and immediately recognizes her as Patty Pollock, the Pink Princess. Embarrassed to be caught in such a provocative position, Wonder Bust quickly releases her leg hold on you and stammers out an apology. “Oh, uh, s-sorry, Patty! I just got a little over-excited for a sec there. I’ll keep it down, promise!” Just as embarrassed as Betty, you quickly take your hands off her and take a step back, hoping to avoid any further misunderstandings in this web of lies you tangled yourself in.
“Uh-huh, sure you will,” Patty says sarcastically as she steps into the aisle and approaches you both. You notice right away that Patty’s short (even after losing a few inches in height, you’re still taller than her), but she’s also very stacked, sporting an alluring hourglass figure that her reduced height only seems to emphasize all the more. You also notice that she wasn’t kidding about Betty interrupting her changing. She managed to get on her pink booty shorts, which cling tightly to her wide hips, but her shirt, a pink crop top, is currently draped on her shoulder, leaving her torso completely bare. Patty doesn’t seem embarrassed, though, far from it. You watch her huge breasts bounce as she approaches and gives Betty a look. “And just what are you doing that’s so wonderful and important that you have to disturb my quiet time,” she obnoxiously asks, making you think she doesn’t even know the meaning of the term ‘quiet time.’ Before letting Betty answer, Patty spots you ogling her chest, though, when you pull your gaze to match eyes with her, she hardly seems phased by it (in fact, you could almost swear you saw her smirk for half a second). “And who’s this dweeb,” she asks rudely.
“This is Tommy, a masseuse. I told Touko that I’ve been feeling a bit stiff lately, and she said I could request to have one come take care of me after one of my matches,” Betty answers. “And he’s been doing a great job. His fingers are like magic,” she adds, giving you a warm smile from over her shoulder.
“Wait, we’re allowed to have personal masseuses!? Why the hell am I always the last to find out about these kind of things,” Patty complains. “I want one,” she says with a bratty stomp of her feet, making her body jiggle. Great, now you’ve got to deal with another wrestler, and this one seems much less easy to satisfy than the first. Hopefully you can protect your cover and get yourself out of this before Patty starts demanding anything unreasonable of you (something tells you she’s that type of girl). Patty turns her gaze back to you and looks you over. “Hmph, you don’t look like much of a masseuse,” Patty says crudely, expecting someone more hunky than you, although you’re not altogether unappealing to her.
“Hehheh, well, y’know, I’m kinda new at this so…” you say sheepishly, trailing off as your eyes try to avoid the glare Patty’s giving you. You don’t know what to say that’ll get this bratty girl off your back.
Patty presses on. “Though little miss Wonder Bust here says you’ve got ‘magic fingers,’ huh?”
“I-I guess…” You panic internally as Patty continues giving you a hard look.
What next?
Before things can escalate any further, you hear a bratty voice call out from around the corner, “Hey, would you, like, pipe down already!? Some of us are trying to change clothes in peace.” You look to where the voice came from and see an annoyed, pink-haired girl in pigtails peeking her head into the locker aisle you and Betty are in.
Betty spots the girl too and immediately recognizes her as Patty Pollock, the Pink Princess. Embarrassed to be caught in such a provocative position, Wonder Bust quickly releases her leg hold on you and stammers out an apology. “Oh, uh, s-sorry, Patty! I just got a little over-excited for a sec there. I’ll keep it down, promise!” Just as embarrassed as Betty, you quickly take your hands off her and take a step back, hoping to avoid any further misunderstandings in this web of lies you tangled yourself in.
“Uh-huh, sure you will,” Patty says sarcastically as she steps into the aisle and approaches you both. You notice right away that Patty’s short (even after losing a few inches in height, you’re still taller than her), but she’s also very stacked, sporting an alluring hourglass figure that her reduced height only seems to emphasize all the more. You also notice that she wasn’t kidding about Betty interrupting her changing. She managed to get on her pink booty shorts, which cling tightly to her wide hips, but her shirt, a pink crop top, is currently draped on her shoulder, leaving her torso completely bare. Patty doesn’t seem embarrassed, though, far from it. You watch her huge breasts bounce as she approaches and gives Betty a look. “And just what are you doing that’s so wonderful and important that you have to disturb my quiet time,” she obnoxiously asks, making you think she doesn’t even know the meaning of the term ‘quiet time.’ Before letting Betty answer, Patty spots you ogling her chest, though, when you pull your gaze to match eyes with her, she hardly seems phased by it (in fact, you could almost swear you saw her smirk for half a second). “And who’s this dweeb,” she asks rudely.
“This is Tommy, a masseuse. I told Touko that I’ve been feeling a bit stiff lately, and she said I could request to have one come take care of me after one of my matches,” Betty answers. “And he’s been doing a great job. His fingers are like magic,” she adds, giving you a warm smile from over her shoulder.
“Wait, we’re allowed to have personal masseuses!? Why the hell am I always the last to find out about these kind of things,” Patty complains. “I want one,” she says with a bratty stomp of her feet, making her body jiggle. Great, now you’ve got to deal with another wrestler, and this one seems much less easy to satisfy than the first. Hopefully you can protect your cover and get yourself out of this before Patty starts demanding anything unreasonable of you (something tells you she’s that type of girl). Patty turns her gaze back to you and looks you over. “Hmph, you don’t look like much of a masseuse,” Patty says crudely, expecting someone more hunky than you, although you’re not altogether unappealing to her.
“Hehheh, well, y’know, I’m kinda new at this so…” you say sheepishly, trailing off as your eyes try to avoid the glare Patty’s giving you. You don’t know what to say that’ll get this bratty girl off your back.
Patty presses on. “Though little miss Wonder Bust here says you’ve got ‘magic fingers,’ huh?”
“I-I guess…” You panic internally as Patty continues giving you a hard look.
What next?
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May 31, 2023
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