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Groundhog Bride - (open, but please PM for 'running order')
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Lucy, the masseuse
OOC: DM my sincere apologies for the long delayed start.
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Lucy stood outside the bridal suite, a massage table, and tote bag beside her. On the outside she looked like a calm in-control woman. Her short red hair was natural and matched the creamy skin and green eyes that spoke of her Irish heritage. Today she wore a midriff baring violet tank top with a built in bra that was working hard to support and contain her breasts. Black yoga pants covered long shapely legs. Lucy was once told (by an ex client) that her “uniform” was too casual, and that she was just asking for sex, but she needed to be comfortable when she worked. Because of her client today, though, she was anything but comfortable. She felt nervous, nauseous, and excited. The excitement was undoubtedly the cause of the other two. Who could blame her? Beyond the door was Claire, the object of a hundred adolescent fantasies. Hell, visions of her childhood friend - now beautifully grown - were still the source of some very pleasurable thoughts.
“Get a grip, Lucy. Claire is getting married; to a man. You are simply here to give her a nice, relaxing platonic, massage.”
Repeating “it's just a massage” like a mantra, Lucy knocked on the door.
OOC: DM my sincere apologies for the long delayed start.
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Lucy stood outside the bridal suite, a massage table, and tote bag beside her. On the outside she looked like a calm in-control woman. Her short red hair was natural and matched the creamy skin and green eyes that spoke of her Irish heritage. Today she wore a midriff baring violet tank top with a built in bra that was working hard to support and contain her breasts. Black yoga pants covered long shapely legs. Lucy was once told (by an ex client) that her “uniform” was too casual, and that she was just asking for sex, but she needed to be comfortable when she worked. Because of her client today, though, she was anything but comfortable. She felt nervous, nauseous, and excited. The excitement was undoubtedly the cause of the other two. Who could blame her? Beyond the door was Claire, the object of a hundred adolescent fantasies. Hell, visions of her childhood friend - now beautifully grown - were still the source of some very pleasurable thoughts.
“Get a grip, Lucy. Claire is getting married; to a man. You are simply here to give her a nice, relaxing platonic, massage.”
Repeating “it's just a massage” like a mantra, Lucy knocked on the door.
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