The door to the locker room opens and both you and Betty gasp and turn in surprise.
Standing there in the doorway was a curvaceous, strong looking blonde woman dressed in a thin, dark blue outfit that looked similar to scrubs. Uh oh.
"Uh...hi?" Betty says, breaking the awkward silence, greeting the stranger. The blonde has moved beyond the doorway and entered the room.
"Hello Miss Brown. I know I'm a bit early, but I'm here for your scheduled massage. I hope I'm not..." the woman said, her eyes darting between Betty's face and your body, still held securely by the wrestler's thick calves, "I hope I'm not interrupting. I can come back."
Betty is confused and turns her attention to you. "Wait, I thought you were the masseuse," she says, her grip on your body growing a bit tighter.
"I....uh..." you stammer, now caught in your lie. In your hesitation, Betty's eyes light up, realizing she had been had.
"You aren't even dressed like a masseuse! Who are you?" she demands.
You sigh. "I...I'm sorry Betty. My name really is Tommy. I'm a new wrestler here. I came into the locker rooms looking for directions and was surprised to see you changing, so..."
Betty cuts you off. "You were surprised to see me changing in the locker rooms?" she asks with an unusual smile on her face.
"Well, I was lost. Look, I didn't intend to lie. I was just looking for a way to excuse myself and then one thing led to another...and here we are." you said in an apologetic tone.
"Yes, here we are indeed," Betty responds, squeezing her legs together even tighter and forcing your body to press against her ass.
You still can't quite tell if Betty is mad...or not. She was obviously enjoying the massage despite how unqualified you actually were, and she was even flirting with you. But, she caught you square in the middle of a lie with your hands pressed wrist deep in her soft ass. She held all the cards...
Standing there in the doorway was a curvaceous, strong looking blonde woman dressed in a thin, dark blue outfit that looked similar to scrubs. Uh oh.
"Uh...hi?" Betty says, breaking the awkward silence, greeting the stranger. The blonde has moved beyond the doorway and entered the room.
"Hello Miss Brown. I know I'm a bit early, but I'm here for your scheduled massage. I hope I'm not..." the woman said, her eyes darting between Betty's face and your body, still held securely by the wrestler's thick calves, "I hope I'm not interrupting. I can come back."
Betty is confused and turns her attention to you. "Wait, I thought you were the masseuse," she says, her grip on your body growing a bit tighter.
"I....uh..." you stammer, now caught in your lie. In your hesitation, Betty's eyes light up, realizing she had been had.
"You aren't even dressed like a masseuse! Who are you?" she demands.
You sigh. "I...I'm sorry Betty. My name really is Tommy. I'm a new wrestler here. I came into the locker rooms looking for directions and was surprised to see you changing, so..."
Betty cuts you off. "You were surprised to see me changing in the locker rooms?" she asks with an unusual smile on her face.
"Well, I was lost. Look, I didn't intend to lie. I was just looking for a way to excuse myself and then one thing led to another...and here we are." you said in an apologetic tone.
"Yes, here we are indeed," Betty responds, squeezing her legs together even tighter and forcing your body to press against her ass.
You still can't quite tell if Betty is mad...or not. She was obviously enjoying the massage despite how unqualified you actually were, and she was even flirting with you. But, she caught you square in the middle of a lie with your hands pressed wrist deep in her soft ass. She held all the cards...
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May 31, 2023
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