Sexy Side Stories: Double the Fun
Author's note: I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! This is just an informal break from my self-imposed writing hiatus (sick relatives, busy work schedule, life stuff, y'know?), so my writing skills don't completely atrophy. I'll try to finish up on my latest main story installment soon-ish, but no promises! This side chapter takes place during Chapter 24 of the main story, wherein the plucky protagonist pays a visit to the Magiville Spa in order to make good on a wager that he made concerning events regarding a fashion show in Concordia that took place later that same Chapter. This is an apology of sorts for how I always 'Chekhov' (as in skip anything not PG rated) over an intimate scene, or likewise with an implied one. Not to infringe upon the no doubt angelic character of Masseuses everywhere, but this particular Spa appointment will be steamier than your average Sauna for the Hero, who has NO idea what he has gotten himself into. Let's see how far I can bend the main character's No Home Base rule while still keeping it provocative.
The bell above the door to the Magiville Spa jingled and announced my presence as I stepped past the threshold. The freshly cut hair on my head from Smooth Shave's barbering job prickled my scalp and incited a horrible, massive itch that just wouldn't go away no matter how often I scratched at it, so I had both a practical and pressing reason for being here. The other, possibly more significant reason for revisiting an establishment that some would consider an unmanly place to be seen entering or exiting was that I had an agreement to uphold, and I considered myself to be a man of my word… mostly. I momentarily berated myself for being lured into the aquamarine haired minx's verbal trap (though it was under duress, given Aloe's luxurious fingers), for now I had no choice but to honor it. It would cost me a pretty penny too; as part of the agreement was that I would pay triple the going rate for one of their untested massage methods. Knowing their talents however, I'd be getting a nice bang for my buck.
Outside I was as calm looking as could be, but inside I was busy, busy, busy debating with myself over all sorts of seemingly trivial details that could potentially have long term consequences. What was I in for with those two? Was there some sort of private room for… special occasions? Could they keep this upcoming appointment of mine a secret even so? And perhaps the most important… what was it like to be covered in gelatinous substance and have a scantily clad masseuse give me a full body rubdown? Each of these questions were stirring in my mind as I pensively approached the service counter and, seeing no one currently behind it, tentatively rung the reception bell with a light tap.
Of course the damn thing was still loud enough to echo throughout the whole of the cozy Spa building with a report like a gunshot in the winter woods. I resisted a smirk at the mental analogy, wondering if I was the metaphorical hunter or about to become the hunted. I was thankful that there was nobody else presently within sight to take notice of me, or they would have seen me briefly freeze up like I had just been caught making out of Fort Knox carting out a pallet stacked high with gold bullion in a fake guard's uniform by the FBI (Assuming that any of that fabled gold reserve still existed).
"Just a moment please!" Aloe (or was it Lotus?) called out from somewhere in the back.
I wasn't waiting for half a minute before the cyan haired beautician emerged from a screen separating the entrance area from the main Spa partitions. The slender and gracefully shaped woman was dressed in what I assumed were her 'work clothes', consisting of a pink and blue two-piece, skin hugging bathing suit with a see-through sarong skirt flowing around her hips, like a transparent theater curtain shrouding the showing of the century (I get oddly poetic when I'm anxious). I don't know why, but I found that mesh sarong skirt style to be visually delectable. Crowning her cranium was a modest headband of the purest white, an article that remained constant between the sisters. There was a thin sheen on her skin that indicated either sweat or otherwise accumulated moisture. She paused in her step as her sapphire irises fell on me for a second in surprise, before a mysterious, alarmingly unreadable glint appeared in them. Her 'potential customer' smile likewise shifted into something equally discomforting, like a tigress eyeing a tasty morsel before her… and that mental comparison did nothing to ease my nerves.
"Well, well, well…" The masseuse began coyly, "If it izn't Concordia's latest male fashion celebrity" She greeted me with that charming, pseudo European accent of hers. It was then that I saw a pair of familiar magazine covers (at the top of the pile too, which denoted that they were hot reads) on the waiting table nearby, punctuating her statement.
'Man, they get those issues out quick! It hasn't even been a week yet!' I internally remarked. Either that, or the spa twins were proactively awaiting the next release of the Dashing Debonairs and Starman fashion magazines.
"Word gets around fast. Speaking of, I'm here to make good on mine" I noted aloud as I watched her reach towards a set of tiny bells just below a speaking trumpet shaped cone connected to a series of pipes and rung them in a specific order with a dainty finger. The bells produced these cute little musical tones and I deduced that they were used to wordlessly communicate throughout the Spa much like the speaking tube on an old timey ship. The way she rung them must've corresponded to a signal used to differentiate any situation the Spa might handle. There was a ten second delay before an answering series of music tones responded. The masseuse bobbed her head placidly, although the meaning behind the tones was lost on me.
"Iz zhat so?" She uttered, before noticing my recent haircut and frowning slightly, "First, however, you will need to wash zhose trimmings off. Zhis iz fortunate zhough, as zhe treatment my sizter and I haf planned for you will require a private sezzion and some time for us both to prepare, ya?" She resumed her almost hungry grin. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was looking forward to this just as much (if not more so) than I was.
"Ya" I mirrored her pronunciation for levity's sake, hoping she wouldn't take offense.
She didn't, "Excellent! Step right zhis way, Mizter Zenith" She motioned for me to follow her deeper into the building as she stood by the curtain to the main Spa.
"Now, now, Aloe. I told you last time, it's just Zenith" I gently reminded her, "That Mister stuff makes me feel unduly old, and married… which I don't intend to be for a while" I intentionally made myself seem silly, in order to ease her out of her mostly serious business demeanor. From the flash of mirth in her features I could see that I was moderately successful.
She lightly inclined her head to me, "Apologies, Zenith. Certain habits are… difficult for me to break. My sizter and I were raised to address everyone formally, ezpecially in a professional atmosphere"
"Well, you have my permission to be informal with me. After all, I'm going to be a test subject of sorts for that special massage gel, aren't I?" I allowed. Considering what we were going to be doing together, formalities seemed extravagant.
That frisky glint reappeared in her eyes, "Indeed. I will convey your wishes to Lotus" She motioned again for me to follow, "Come, I'll zhall show you to zhe washrooms where you can clean off zhose errant shavings before we can begin in earnest"
"It hasn't been that long since my last visit, Aloe. I could show myself there if necessary. There must be others besides me who require your attention" I deferred. I didn't want to distract her from any other duties she might have had before tending to me.
She shook her head as we passed by a heavily scented spa partition that must have been for aromatic purposes, "It iz of no conzequence. My sizter and I are not zhe only fully qualified beauticians at work here. Eutony, Soothing Touch, and Good Vibrations are top notch in my opinion! Also, our couzin Vera uzually handles whatever we cannot. She's quite good at delegating, yes?"
I lifted a brow, "I didn't know you had a cousin. I mostly assumed that it was just you and your sister running this place"
Aloe nodded, "Zhat iz what most others think, as well. Vera iz shy, which iz why she does not greet customers at zhe front desk. However, her skill iz second to none! Perhaps even better zhan my own or my sizter's"
I chuckled, "Now that I doubt. My once achy muscles can attest to your own prolific skill"
She smiled genuinely, "Zhat iz most kind of you, Zenith. Ah! We are here" We ceased moving before a row of opaque panels that were glass doors, some were evidently made darker from the steam of a hot shower. Next to each door panel were metal bars with decorative towels draped over them. As if to emphasize, one door near us creaked open and a feminine looking hand zipped out to snatch a towel before the glass portal slammed shut just as briskly.
'So most of their Spa is divided between the genders, but the showers are unisex?' That would explain the haste of the woman's self-conscious action.
Aloe bowed minutely to me, unintentionally slipping into her formal mode, "Please, take as long as you would like. Zhere are some… final touches my sizter iz busy putting on for our imminent sezzion"
Before I could get another word in, Aloe utilized some of that freaky, spontaneous speed and disappeared down a corridor in the blink of an eye. Shaking my head and muttering to myself for the Nth time about how strange this world was, I kicked off my shoes before stepping into the complimentary set of clogs that each patron was provided with from a neatly stacked bin and selected the closest unoccupied shower stall. The interior of the shower stall was nothing special or out of the ordinary, just three purple tiled walls and a thick glass door. Once inside, I divested myself of my remaining garments and slung them over the top of the stall's door like I was in a college dorm's washroom. I was sure I was supposed to just cover myself in a bathrobe first and stow my clothes elsewhere like last time, but unlike Rarity often chose, I wasn't here for a full bath and bodywork treatment.
Turning the knob to the shower mechanism until it was deep into the red zone, I was doused with a spray of high-temp (but not scalding) water. I exhaled as I felt the trimmed hair clippings wash down my head and onto my shoulders before taking the express route down into the drainage plate. The Spa must've come equipped with some equivalent of a water softener, because the warm deluge didn't leave my skin with that aggravating chalky sensation. God… I loved a good shower, which was one of my many secret pleasures. Even after all the stressful things I had endured; in the comfy confines of that stall I could feel the weight of the world melt away and slide off my being the same as the cut hair. The one downside here was that these showers were not isolated, so I was barred from indulging in a little shower song (With Singing in the Rain being one of my guilty favorites). It's not that I was afraid that it would be ill received, but I despised it when people joined in on my private karaoke sessions, which happened with disturbing frequency around these parts. How else do you think those extemporaneous musical numbers initiated around here?
The time for wasting water soon reached an end though, and I remembered that water alone did not make for a clean Zenith. On a caddy built into a corner were various bottles of shampoos, conditioners, shower gels, and flowery hygiene products that my masculine brain could not process without sacrificing some testosterone in the process. Forgoing much of the selection on offer (floral scented shampoos absolutely dominated the cubbies, just like everywhere else), I went for a more androgynous blood orange and mint hybrid. The exfoliating shower gel I chose was an interesting combination of mahogany teakwood and pine, which reminded me of some great outdoors, forested landscape beside a lake. Once I was sufficiently cleansed, I reluctantly shut off the water and swiped a towel from outside before drying myself off from inside the stall. It may not have been the best blend to emerge from that stall smelling like a fruity interpretation of nature, but when living in a country in which the population is skewed in favor of the females, one's choices in these things for public establishments were rather limited.
I was about to reach for my clothes when I noticed that they had been filched, and a white bathrobe had taken their place. They even made sure it was on a coat hanger so it hung on the side of the door, opposite to the steam. I blinked, wondering just how distracted I must've been for that to occur without my notice before shrugging and accepting it, figuring one of the Spa staff collected them and deposited them elsewhere. I guess I could have used magic to instantly remove all moisture from my body as I put on the bathrobe, but I was here to spoil myself, so I didn't. I was just rubbing the remaining dampness out of my recently shortened hair with one hand when I saw Lotus standing not five feet away. Just like her sister, she had a gleam of barely restrained anticipation in her eyes that made me wary. Despite their reversed color palette (genetics must be a nightmare to explain here), the twins were identical in many ways.
"Did you enjoy your shower?" She asked, fluttering her glimmering eyes sweetly at me. The slight bend to her hips emphasized her alluring curvature, and I was divided on whether or not she was doing it on purpose.
"I enjoy being clean" I answered guardedly, "Where's Aloe? I thought she'd be the one to give me the walkthrough before we start testing that massage gel therapy"
She was coy, "Oh… she wanted to freshen up herzelf" She replied ambiguously with a simpering grin, "She spent too many hours administering to the sauna rooms, as you may haf noticed"
I did notice, in fact, but I chalked up her comment to her exceedingly buoyant attitude.
The Spa twin's elfin behavior made me uneasy again, 'Anxiety levels: Rising'
"Peu importe" She said in French (Although I had no idea what they called it here, or how foreign languages from home even existed here, but I've learned to accept these things with grace too), "Are you ready for our appointment?"
"As ready as I'll ever be" I tugged up on the lapels of the robe to cover a breezy patch of exposed skin, "Will you show me the way? I didn't memorize the layout that well, last time I was here" My thoughts were too consumed with the fashion show that Rarity all but pressganged me into participating in. Then again, if I had refused, I wouldn't have gotten to know Nigel Fancypants as any thing beyond a man I had met at a palace garden party once.
"But of course!" Lotus chirped happily, "I hope you do not mind, but I haf prepared a private room for zhe massage therapy we agreed to"
"Trust me, for body slides, some privacy is a definite must" I said, understanding entirely. The way the massage therapy was performed was highly intimate, bordering on erotic in nature. Plus, with how sensitive my shoulder blade regions were, I wasn't likely to stay wholly silent.
She hummed in reflection, "Such an silly name, no? If my sizter and I decide to keep zhis treatment, we will haf to think of somezhing else to call it"
"If you do keep it, I imagine it will catch on quite well with your male customer base" I quipped, my prior musing in mind.
She must have been of a similar mind, as she only giggled in reply, motioning me to come with her.
And so the game of follow the leader recommenced as I trailed behind the chipper masseuse like a lost puppy, monitoring her movements with minor suspicion. The woman was practically bouncing with every step she took! She must've been really looking forward to cashing in on our petty wager. But my instincts (which were admittedly lackluster when it came to women) were telling me that there was more to her liveliness than just a fat, metaphorical paycheck at the end of the day's activities. There was something that the Spa twins weren't overtly telling me, but were telegraphing through subtler means. But I suppose I shouldn't complain. If anything, their eagerness should make for an enjoyable massage experience.
Lotus led me past the usual massage tables where her sister used those positively magical fingers of hers to knead away the knots in my back that I didn't even realize I had accumulated. My Trifect physiology was a curious thing. It was remarkably resilient to damage, never scarred (a mixed blessing to some, but for me this trait was most satisfactory), and had internal reserves of magic so abundant that in order to achieve a state of magical exhaustion, I would have to onerously work for it. Yet at the same time, it was still susceptible to the normal, everyday botherations that reminded me that I was human none the less. It was both a humbling and profound reminder of my origins, which were rooted in normality… so much so that I wistfully yearned to escape its repetitive dullness… to become more than what I was; the same as many a lad, I'd reckon. I could never have dreamed that my wish would be granted.
My reminiscing was broken by Lotus's announcement that we had arrived. I scanned the filigreed portal before us, seeing only the thin, black seams that indicated it as such. It would have been easy to miss, given how the elaborate door all but blended into the wall's outrageously plain coloration, save for a golden handle that the masseuse twisted before pushing inwards. The well-designed interior of this private massage chamber was in stark contrast to the deceptive exterior. The floor was composed of thin, rectangular tiles of white and gray that were patterned in such a way that it brought to mind the digital urban camouflage pattern of modern army fatigues. In a corner was a bubbling hot bath that must have been this world's official version of a Jacuzzi, though how it bubbled and frothed like that without water jets was a mystery. The chamber hugged the perimeter of the spa building, as meager rays of light streamed through wooden lattices in the walls that were framed by gothic style arched windows. In spite of those windows, the lighting in the room was at dinner candlelight levels.
Candles and thin wooden sticks sitting in a wall of square cubbyholes to one side were lit to offset the dimness, and as they burned they gave off a sweet, but not overpowering incense like scent that titillated the senses. I almost shivered the second I got a full whiff of it, finding it vaguely familiar but just on the other side of my memory to immediately recall. What I did know for sure, however, was that it lent the atmosphere of the room a sensual mood. It wasn't overwhelming me by any means, but I imagined that it would be making my head swim after a prolonged amount of time inhaling its essence.
The heady burning scents mingled with that of star jasmine, which was suspended on a Lilliputian wooden trellis arching itself a few feet over the massage bed. A marble sink with a bowl shaped crystalline washbasin was available for cleaning one's hands of all sorts of gels, lotions, and oils doubtlessly stored in a cabinet below. In the center of the shining shrine to all things relaxing was an ironically ordinary (but wide) spa bed atop an elegant carpet rug with a flat pillow, silken under sheets, a polymer based over sheet, and a U shaped padded slot for my head. On a wooden stand in close proximity to the bed was the same glass jar with the orange stopper that captured my eye when I was last here. All in all… it was the swankiest room I had yet to see since my toilsome time rubbing shoulders with High Society snobs at Gatsby-ish events in the Capital here. The only thing missing were some slow, stylish tunes being piped in.
As if she were psychic, Lotus clapped her hands twice and classical sounding piano music began to fill the room, emanating from a source unseen.
(Theme Music: Étude Op. 10, No. 3, in E major)
I whistled to myself, long and low, in admiration. I hadn't even received what I came here for and already I could safely say that I had gotten my money's worth.
"Iz everyzhing to your liking, Miz- Zenith?" Lotus corrected herself, every bit as formally professional as her sibling.
I nodded dumbly, not trusting myself to speak lest I make a fool of myself. I was rarely dumbfounded, but I could make a tiny exception for how magnificent this Spa chamber was.
Lotus smiled and stifled a giggle, my reaction amusing her endlessly I'd bet, "Here iz a towel" She nudged the aforementioned cloth against my arm.
"Huh?" I vocalized stupidly, meanwhile cursing my tongue for disobeying my brain.
Lotus was having difficulties containing her grin, "For your… région privée?" She euphemized in her native language.
"Oh yeah, wouldn't be a very memorable session if I wore a fluffy robe for it, huh?" I tried playing off my moment of supreme idiocy.
"Indeed" Lotus agreed with a wry expression, "I am going to check in on my sizter, zhen we can begin" She motioned to the towel I was holding as to what I was to do in her absence, not trusting herself to speak lest she start to laugh at my momentary mien of weakness.
That didn't stop her from having a small fit of chortles on the way out, though she expertly attempted to disguise it as a cough. I grumbled unkindly to myself about wicked, teasing, slinky masseuses as I tugged at the cotton lined belt keeping the extra large bathrobe tied to my body. The fluffy, super absorbent garment fell around my ankles in a pile. I grabbed it and neatly folded it before finding a convenient spot to store it. Afterwards I wrapped the rather skimpy towel around my waist in a Greco fashion so that my wedding tackle was covered without having to actively hold it in place. I remembered that Nuru massages typically had one moisturizing their skin with warm water beforehand to facilitate the massage process and loosen their muscles, so it was fortunate that I had taken care of that already. I did some stretches anyway, groaning with satisfaction when I heard some crackling pops in my back.
Self diagnostics completed, I laid atop the spa bed on my stomach, scooting myself just shy of the headrest with my arms spread so that my head was resting on my fists. Speeding up my tranquilized mood were the powerful scents lingering in the air, making it hard to concentrate on any one subject for any length of time. I laid there in wait for maybe three or so minutes, with the classical music switching over to a jazzy sounding tune, before I heard the telltale signs of feminine footfalls accompanied by low, gossipy titters before the handle to the door rotated and the door swung open. I picked up my head and swiveled it so that I could get a good look at my approaching company. My eyes widened once more and I promptly thanked myself for the marvelous view.
Aloe and Lotus must have been in a showy mood, because they stood side my side, mirroring the other, with slender legs slanted and hands on their hips in very alluring, dare I say… seductive poses. Lotus hadn't just been checking in with her sibling as she had un-impassively informed me, which was sending all kinds of mixed signals to my currently fragrance addled brain. They both had ditched their usual bathing suits and swapped them for scanty, slightly transparent; almost entirely see through lace and satin robes (that kept their color schemes distinct, which I found cute) that were connected by a heart shaped clasp placed just betwixt their pert bra enclosed breasts (Which looked mighty fine, now that I was actively studying them). Shielding their régions privées, were a pair of G-string style, frilly lace panties (I had to fight my baser instinct in order to peel my eyes away from those). They had toned down on the facial makeup to accommodate the physically messy massage therapy, though they were no less beautiful for it in my eyes.
Up close, I could spy the minute differences in musculature between them, with Lotus having thicker thigh muscles and Aloe having thicker arm muscles. Regardless, they both shared that trim hourglass figure that could drive men, including me, crazy. I had no idea why they were in the Spa business, because they could have done equally well as supermodels, particularly those who advertised nightwear. I could understand why they would select outfits that covered so little of their luxurious bodies, given what they would be covering themselves with, but I had to fight hard to suppress an erection at the sight of them.
I was not ashamed to admit that it was a losing battle. It was a good thing I was laying face forwards.
"Well…?" Lotus prompted, curling her hand in the air above her as if to emphasize her new getup, "What do you think?"
"Yes…" Her sister chimed in beside her, "Iz everyzhing to your liking so far, Zenith?" She unknowingly parroted her sibling's earlier words, not that I was coherent enough to care.
"Goodness, I always thought you two were lovely before, but my mind is rendered incontinent by what I see" I remarked, my breath taken by the immense beauty of the two young women.
"Ah, we haf him starstruck, Aloe!" Lotus purred to her sister, "I told you he would enjoy zhis"
"We think quite highly of your physique as well, Zenith" Aloe agreed with a nod and hungry smile, "Perhaps we can make zhis procedure… mutual in pleasure?"
"Hmm?" I hummed in question, my mind too occupied to comprehend the true meaning of her proposal, "I don't understand"
"Ne vous préoccupez pas" Lotus answered dismissively, making her way towards the table with the Nuru gel container while Aloe measured me with a sharp eye.
"You are a tall one, Zenith" She noted aloud, tapping a finger against her chin, "Zhough zhere is still only enough of you for one of us at a time, proper procedure taken into account"
I shrugged, having heard the descriptor often, "Take turns then" I suggested, "To me, you're both equally desirable as my masseuses"
"An excellent idea!" Lotus chirruped from where she was standing, jar of Nuru gel in hand, "I zhall go first" She poured the clear, viscous solution into a voluminous bowl.
Aloe gasped in mock umbrage, "I thought it was I who would loozen him up for you, Lotus!"
Lotus stuck a tongue out at her sibling, "I haf changed my mind, sizter dearest. You will get your turn with him in due time. Besides, you got to touch zhat extérieur robuste on zhe previous occasion"
Aloe glared at her sibling and made a rude gesture at her with her fingers, causing Lotus to shake her rear end back at her unrepentantly. The sway of her shapely butt was mesmerizing, and not helping my growing problem at all.
I scoffed at the sisterly interplay between the two, with it oddly diffusing some of the tension hanging in the atmosphere. But for some reason, I felt like I was a particularly juicy steak being fought over by a duo of hounds.
"You shouldn't make such a big deal of it, Aloe" Lotus chided playfully, "Frown lines are most unbecoming in our line of work"
Before Aloe could retort, she finished pouring the rest of the jar's contents into the bowl, "Zhere! Help me apply zhis, please"
Aloe huffed a sigh and did as was asked of her. She cupped her hands and dipped them into the sweet smelling semifluid, before opportunely using that moment to get some revenge on Lotus by lobbing it into her sister's face. Lotus shrieked in surprise and furious indignation as she wiped her face free of the sticky substance. She retaliated swiftly, shoving a massive globule onto Aloe's chest region by way of retort. Things steadily escalated from there, and soon the two Spa siblings were coated in the stuff. The women weren't gentle with each other either, and their horseplay threatened to undo their already delicate outfits. If I saw any more of their luscious bodies in my state, I was certain I would have had an aneurism, so I decided to interject for my sake.
I was a bit loopy from the burning scents, but retained enough sense to cut in on their faux fight, "Ladies, please! Remember your professionalism" I entreated them, secretly glad for the distraction.
Like the words were magic, the two women froze mid-swing at the other and glanced over at me in shock, having apparently forgotten who they were supposed to be tending to. They both straightened themselves up and cleared their throats with embarrassment simultaneously.
"Nous supplions pardon" They spoke in unison, both red cheeked from having their blood up.
"We sometimes haf feuds zhat escalate when we are alone" Lotus explained, "Especially since zhis was about…" She was unable to complete her sentence as Aloe elbowed her, as if she had nearly spilled a secret.
"It's fine" I forgave them, "It served its own purpose anyway, didn't it?"
They fumbled to get my meaning before they looked over each other's massage gel smeared and splattered appearance and laughed mellifluously.
"Such a shame!" Lotus shook her head sadly after the shared moment of humor, "It was supposed to be a provocative application as well" She murmured lastly to herself. Unbeknownst to her, nothing escaped my ear.
Aloe sent a sultry stare to her counterpart, "Look on zhe bright side, sizter. We haf him all to ourzelves for zhe better part of an hour"
Lotus grinned back, "Just so" She pointed to me, "Get him prepared. Zhe treatment requires him to be lubricated too"
Aloe acquiesced; taking the remainder of the massage gel in the bowl and pouring it liberally onto my back, making me stifle an instant inhalation as the cool semifluid made contact with my skin. I couldn't discern whether it was the cold crispness of the gel itself or Aloe's wondrous hands that made my skin tingly, but in the sage words of Fluttershy… it was nice. The masseuse had me flip over to cover my other side too, and I thanked the lord that I had gotten my stiffy under control before then. She sat on the bed behind me and cradled my head in her arms, rubbing her palms all over my chest with fervor. She had a specific fixation on my pectorals, exploring every contour and testing their rigidity with steady pressure. I lazily mused to myself that no matter what world you were in, the women there loved to get their hands on something brawny.
I was no Big Mac in the Beefcake department by any means, having a hybridized runner's slash muscleman's frame, but my Trifect build was well defined. I was not the kind of guy to admire his own physique, but I was amused with how every motion of mine caused visible contractions and flexes to roll underneath the surface. That, coupled with how easily most women fell to my so called charms without a great deal of effort made me believe that there was some kind of 'Regular Adonis' vibe attributed to my form. Or I was being a cynical bastard and women here weren't solely obsessed by looks that ran only skin-deep. The lack of eligible males compared to females might have also been a deciding factor.
Lotus signaled her sister to stop once she saw that I was adequately slathered in the gel, motioning for her to get off the bed and make room for herself. Aloe begrudgingly pulled herself off of me and stood to the side. Lotus commanded me to lay face forwards again before I felt her straddle me. I didn't even need to see her face to know she was grinning like a hyena over a fresh kill ('What a morbid analogy!').
And so began the most borderline erotic massage of my life.
Lotus started off slow… so painfully slow, grinding her pelvis against my backside and using her weight to smooth out what few uneven knots were present in my spine. She shifted from rubbing me down with her butt to using her arms, elbows, and occasionally… her breasts. The little minx took pride in knowing that her rendition of this highly intimate massage was smack dab in the sweet spot between torture and exquisite ecstasy. It was not lost on me that she took special care to avoid my shoulder blades, which indicated to me that she was aware of my poorly kept secret. I should have been alarmed, but I was enjoying this too damn much to worry. Regardless of the sport she was having with me, Lotus adhered to a methodical approach, pressing hard bone on soft tissue and soft tissue on bony surfaces. The gel allowed her to glide along my body with minimal friction… and it was heavenly. After ten minutes of the masseuse's gentle ministrations, I had all but melted into the bed.
From the sidelines, I could hear Aloe's breathing hitch as if her sister was about to try something exceptionally risqué. I only faintly picked up on the feather light sound of a garment hitting the floor over the Ave Maria-esque melody before my world burst into euphoric bliss as Lotus once again utilized her breasts to tend to my neglected shoulder blades… only two hardened points of flesh prodding at me denoted that they were bare. With how incredibly sensitive that region of my body was, I could not suppress a deep, throaty groan of delight. Both Spa Sisters heard this and giggled, knowing they had me firmly in their clutches.
Feeling empowered over their captive Trifect slash nascent male fashion model (which was a one time gig as far as I was concerned), Aloe joined in on the fun, copying her sister's topless daring. The three of us on that bed together (as wide as it might have been) was stretching its occupancy limit to the max, but none us seemed to care. Aloe and Lotus had such excellent coordination that they moved in sync without getting in the other's way. Lotus resumed her bare breasted assault on my shoulder blades while Aloe tackled my lower extremities. Meanwhile, Aloe verbally reviewed her sibling's risky move, multitasking between speaking and massaging.
"Lotus, we were not supposed to act on it, you know" Aloe commented nonchalantly as she put my left calf through a mammary gland wringer. Neither upset nor astonished that her sister had acted on whatever it was concerning yours truly.
"I could not rezist, sweet sizter" Lotus replied unrepentantly as she swirled her bosom into me, "And from zhe looks of it, you could not eizher"
"The hell are you two talking about?" I murmured dreamily, thoroughly enraptured by their joint touch. I was like a deliquescing block of organic chocolate that had been left simmering on the stove.
"I am surprised you haf not caught on yet, Zenith" Aloe engaged her lecturer's tone, "With all zhe hints we haf been giving…" She let the obscured meaning hang in the air.
"And when zhe latest issues came in, we could barely restrain ourzelves, so impressed were we" Lotus added, bending down to press her lips to my shoulders. It wasn't so much a kiss as a love peck.
"You zee…" Aloe initiated an explication, "…my sizter and I haf always idolized zhe ideal male form, and yours is an epitome of zhat. And when we discovered zhat zhe top fashion authorities in zhe Capital agreed, we were ecstatic… our curiosity justified. We knew we just had to indulge ourzelves"
"What are you saying?" I asked cautiously.
The pink haired twin twisted about, "We want to lay with you" She whispered in my ear. She laid a hand on my right buttock and gave it a brazen squeeze, prompting me to emit a choked gasp, "But it seems zhat you are also receptive to zhat desire… perhaps it iz mutual?" She sounded hopeful.
Never before had I wanted to so badly give into my baser desires… but even majorly seduced, I still had my rationality to guide me.
"I don't know about this, ladies…" I demurred, "I'm kind of in a confusing spot regarding serious relationships at the moment" And that was an understatement, considering how ambivalent I was.
Aloe tittered, like what I had suggested was foolish, "Who said anyzhing about getting serious? My sizter and I are far too preoccupied with our business here in Magiville to maintain a stable romantic relationzhip. We merely crave ébats amoureux"
"Zhis is true" Her sister concurred, "Zhough we never had qualms about sharing!" She supplemented saucily.
'I'm going to take that to mean casual intercourse, no strings attached' I deadpanned mentally. I was too jaded to be shocked at this point. I also did not believe in casual sex without caveats, but it had been a real long while since I had last taken care of my… carnal needs. And while Rosie Palmer and her five sisters were reliable, they didn't quite measure up to the two lovelies perched on me.
"And if I were to refuse?" I broached, keeping my options open.
Aloe shrugged (Or I think she did. I was still facedown, mind you), "We would be disappointed, but we would respect your wishes. But zhen… you would haf refused us earlier, if zhat was zhe case" She deduced, her voice saturated with a needy lust that I had no clue she was retaining.
Mayhaps it was the candle scents clouding my senses, or how weary I was of my self imposed ascetic lifestyle, but I decided then and there that I needed this as much as they apparently did.
"Far be it from me to disappoint a pair of bodacious beauties" I quipped, half sincerely, "But first I have some ground rules to lay down for you: No kissing me on the lips, no biting, scratching, or other harmful acts, and no going all the way like married people sometimes do. Other than that, I live to serve and be served"
There was a pause, and I imagined Lotus and Aloe reviewing these terms with each other over a shared glance. Then they spoke in unison, "Agreed"
Throwing all pretense of this being an ordinary, mostly non-erotic massage out the window. Aloe and Lotus discarded their remaining coverings, including the panties keeping their vulvas private, tossing them carelessly aside as they ramped up their game. I immediately discerned two heated points of slick wetness establish themselves on my back as they shamelessly grinded against me. These two must have been about as pent up as I was, if they could be this way with hardly any foreplay.
"Turn over" Like her sister, Lotus's composed tone had been replaced by that of wanton, needy lust, "Now. We want your eyes open for zhis" She punctuated it by unabashedly slapping me on the ass.
I hesitantly obeyed, as my stiffy had returned with a vengeance, aching painfully after being denied once. Aloe and Lotus briefly ceased their self-pleasuring to give me some room to maneuver as I imitated a half cooked burger patty on the stovetop. Both of them gasped once they beheld the enviable tent I was pitching. I was far more impressed by how the towel managed to stay attached to me. The combination of provocative aromas and soothing caresses from two beautiful women with exotic accents meant that I was rocking that legendary hard-on that occurred once in a blue moon.
"C'est magnifique" Lotus breathed as she nibbled her lower lip seductively, inching closer to appraise my bulging monument to masculinity, her sibling joining her in mutual awe.
As they drooled over my manhood, I examined them in kind. From where I was positioned, I had a great view of Lotus's pink, puffy flower; soaked with her fluids and flush with blood. Her derrière was only inches removed from my face, and the delectable scent drifting from her womanhood awakened a primal hunger in me that I took great pains in suppressing, reminding myself that I was first and foremost a gentleman, clothes off or otherwise.
That didn't stop me from taking a nip at it, however.
Lotus unleashed a squeal of mixed shock and delight that devolved into an explicit moan that made me glad for the soundproofing the walls provided. Comprehending where I was going with this, she sat back and enveloped my face fully with her genitals. If the nip was the extract, then her cunny was the derivation. I was a bit rusty at this, but figured that I could make up for it with zeal as I lapped away at the petals of Lotus's blossom. My world temporarily became Lotus. She was all I could see, smell, hear, touch, and my personal favorite: taste. No two women ever tasted alike, for a variety of reasons, but the way I could describe Lotus's flavor was that of cinnamon sticks and chamomile… which was unexpected, though not unwelcome. There was still some Nuru gel on her thighs that dribbled onto my face as Lotus bounced in rhythm with my exploring tongue, but it was no bother.
While I pleased her sister, Aloe took the initiative and yanked the towel free of my junk. There was a period of inactivity on her end that I reckoned was further admiration of my erection, but given how rarely women in this town likely saw one of those up close, it could be excused of her. The relative coolness of the air excruciatingly reinforced my hardness, and I could feel it throbbing as it ached for attention. The delay was atoned for as I felt her graceful fingers surround my shaft at the tip, with her thumb idly stroking my 'helmet' at the ventral glans. Aloe had diminutive hands, so her hold on me was not what you'd call total. Her hand-job started out tentatively, and it was obvious that Aloe was new to this specific kind of massage therapy. I would have given her some pointers (I was man enough to admit that I had mastered the fine art of masturbation over the years), but my face was currently buried in her twin's snatch, so there wasn't much I could do for that.
What I could do though, was reach up until I felt one of her breasts in my hand. I groped at it firmly, knowing I had Aloe's attention when her grip on me likewise tightened in response. Her nipples were hard as I kneaded the slippery flesh in my palms like prebaked dough. Aloe hummed happily and she grasped my hand with her free one and dragged it south, instructing me where to go. Its final destination was revealed to be her own slit, which was absolutely sopping wet with her juices from the feel of it. Receiving the unspoken message, I began to soften her up by rubbing at her in a circular motion to get my own fingers moist. Then, I spread her swollen labia lips with my thumb and middle finger as to unveil her tunnel of wonders better. After probing at her opening with my index, I sank both my index and middle finger inside of her to the first digit. The woman's insides were like the inside of an oven mitt that was baking in a furnace.
Aloe approved heartily of this, as she reacted impulsively by bucking her hips downwards, enveloping me all the way to the knuckles. I became a human seesaw as both sisters bounded up and down in a mirror image of the other. A quick tap of my thumb on a fleshy nub in her nether regions reported that Aloe's clitoris had come out to play, but I patiently bided my time before I rang her doorbell. We all wanted to make this last, and it would not do for one of us to reach climax before the others. I'd never thought of this steamy activity as a team exercise before, but I sure as heck did now.
The massage gel itself was basically an all purpose lubricant ('Oh the manifold uses of those~'), so Aloe had no difficulties establishing a tempo as she stroked up and down my length, alternating between twisting motions and clenching me in-between her ring and middle fingers before sliding earthward and cupping at my sensitive orbs, igniting each of the innumerable nerve endings down there and testing my endurance. I held on through sheer force of will, refusing to spoil this dalliance prematurely. To accomplish this, I focused on the pain of my arousal over the pleasure, although it was subsiding into the latter category with every passing minute. On the plus side, at least I knew I didn't have a priapism.
Aloe gradually became more daring with her hand-job, managing to balance wrapping two hands around it while using varying rhythms and stroking patterns to avoid what I dubbed 'the shake-weight conundrum'. I praised Aloe's excellent usage of her hands, and the way they tended to me was still mind numbingly amazing, but her inexperience with this sexual activity was not sufficient to push me over the edge. She understood this after ten minutes or so of fruitlessness and cut to the chase. She begrudgingly had me cease fingering her so she could scoot back on the bed and go prone. I could discern her torrid breath on my pecker and a rush of excitement coursed through me. I'd never had a woman do this for me in the past, and I was inquisitive as to how it felt. Aloe wasn't shy, and teasingly licked the entirety of my length from the base to the tip, before giving it a loving kiss at the aperture. The suction from her kiss alone on my hypersensitive phallus caused me to emit a sound halfway between a whine and a grunt.
Lotus's pink canoe suddenly oscillated back and forth on my tongue, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that I had exposed her love button for her to self-administer to. Her sultry moans elevated to the degree that I could clearly hear them through my thigh earmuffs. Aloe's joined hers and told me that she was doing the same for herself. I was relieved that they were taking care of that, because dealing with the clitoris was kind of an iffy zone depending on the woman. I tried to think of it as a sexual enhancer rather than the main course, but toy with it the right way and the gal it belongs to will have the Big O in no wait at all. As one can postulate, finding a happy medium between the sexual gratitude of two women riding you simultaneously was hard work (pun very much intended), so I was quite grateful whenever they could share the load.
Aloe stopped her damned feather touch teasing of my member and applied both her sumptuous hands and velvety tongue, pumping me at the bottom part of my shaft while lapping circularly at my glans. I groaned appreciatively as she used the tip of her tongue to graze at the ridges of the 'helmet', causing a mild tickling sensation that shot sparks of joy down my spine. Like me, Aloe didn't seem to mind the taste of Nuru gel that was indubitably coating my manhood. I wasn't expecting her to clean the droplets of pre-cum off my meatus using her front teeth (gentle though she was), but you learn the oddest things about people when you're jointly in the sack. I desperately hoped that it wasn't a foreshadowing of what I had to look forward to.
Observing from my squirming that she once again had me at her mercy, Aloe took me into her mouth (My fear of encountering teeth was unfounded, thankfully). The feeling of that transcended the simple descriptors of warm, wet, and wonderful, but it was apt enough in laymen's terms. When she began to bob her head and add suction to that, she took an already marvelous feeling and improved upon it exponentially. Her cute, smutty moans as she gulped down my meat brought with them vibrations that sent my pleasure ship rocketing skyward. As she curled her tongue into a U-shape and slid it along my shaft, my heart threatened to smash through my ribcage like a chestburster it was beating so fast! Where her hand-job had failed, her blowjob had made up for in spades.
In her forwardness, she sought to caress my penis using the muscles in her throat. Inch after inch she swallowed without stopping for breath, somehow suppressing her gag reflex (no small feat for a neophyte… or she had been practicing for this) and impressing me with her willingness to please. My tip punched the back of her throat as she gave me the naughtiest kiss possible, burying her nose into my bush and assiduously inhaling my natural musk with feverish energy… it was all I could do not to explode right there. The moment was all too fleeting, and Aloe eventually had to come back up for oxygen. I wanted nothing more that to seize her by the hair and force her back into place… but to reemphasize, I was a gentleman. I gave the masseuse a second to replenish her lungs before she went straight back to deep-throating me. Not forgetting the two veg that went with the meat, she cradled my balls in her hand and affectionately stimulated them.
With one hand resting on Aloe's scalp to help orchestrate her pace and the other squeezing Lotus's right breast (the other was presently occupied, if you catch my drift), we were interconnected. This process of us servicing each other repeated for an indefinite period of time, for I was lost in a sexual haze… set adrift in a sea of carnal nirvana. If one looked at it abstractly, we became as one, our mutual bond of concupiscence joining us together into one sexualized being. It was uncharacteristically tantric thinking of me to be sure, but I was in the center of what amounted to a friendly threesome and was still influenced by the seductive candle scents damn it! Legitimate excuses aside, I will concede that Applejack wasn't that wide of the mark when she initially thought of me as some breed of sexual deviant, though as far as most deviants went, I was of a decent sort.
As for Lotus, I noticed that her faucet became more and more leaky as she neared her ultimate apex, her breathing rate rapid. I wasn't in an ideal spot for respiration myself, but by now I was all but drowning in the woman's fluids. I stuck my tongue into her for use as a makeshift sponge, swirled it clockwise, and sloshed down as much of it as I could whilst conserving oxygen. If I did bite the dust in that chamber, I would do so with a rare smile on my face (one that was currently drenched in girl-cum), though I shivered to think about what my epitaph would say. Lotus must have been breaching our unstated rule of crossing the finish line, despite her attempts at hiding it, because there had been several increases in the discharging of feminine fluids and I could feel her shudder deeply every time there was. Of course… her sister may have been similarly affected, but I was literally in the dark about it betwixt Lotus's legs.
I made out a muffled voice that sounded like "Aloe, stop" before Lotus shifted on the bed and disentangled herself from me, my lips leaving her yummy nether lips with a light slurping noise. A cloudy, sticky strand of blended saliva and delicious female cum was the only thing tethering me to her before it too was severed forevermore. Her sister correspondingly discontinued granting me the best head of my life (though this accolade was technically by default) and did the same. They stood shakily to my right and I was able to regard their bodies properly for the first instance.
The Spa twins weren't the most well endowed in the chest region (skimming the border between A cup and B cup), but they were beautifully formed, full at the top, and firm. Their areolas were darker than I anticipated, contrasting heavily with their relatively fair skin tone. A trim midriff was something that I loved in a woman, and these two did not disappoint there, sporting ladylike six-packs that I could stare at all day when they were in motion. Last but certainly not least, their fully exposed labia majora, which were engorged with blood and bulging, unable to truly conceal the flooded valleys underneath the hood. If the two were clothed, I believe that the local term for this phenomenon back home would be Camel toe, but this was an inferior designation that made an enchanting sight seem unduly ugly. It was an appalling shame then that they were off the market, but if this spellbinding session with them was the outmost limit of my pseudo-romantic interaction with the masseuses, then so be it.
The disappointed countenance of my face was overt, and Lotus saw the question in my eyes, "I want to try somezhing" She explained while stroking at my face fondly with her unsullied hand, "Be patient, amant chéri"
Aloe was panting and marginally hunched over, "I could never envision it would be zhis intense! He has exzeeded all my expectations" Her praise shored up my ego, and made it easier to ignore the pulsating palpitations in my pounding prick.
"Indeed. He has been a very good boy, and good boys are rewarded handzomely" Lotus crooned choppily, slightly short of breath herself.
"You want me to bark and wag my tail?" I snarked at her, my sarcasm ever present.
Lotus only giggled and mussed my hair, which was mottled with sweat from our prior activities. I growled in aggravation to myself (and unintentionally reinforced the dog analogy too) at the nerve of these women. They knew their power over me stemmed from the fact that I had yet to cross the finish line myself, and they were going to milk that fact for all it was worth… and hopefully me too while they were at it.
Lotus whispered in her sister's ear in detail, and Aloe's eyes slowly widened before she gawked at her sibling with mouth agape, "You cannot be serious!?" I heard her whisper harshly in reply.
"Come on, Aloe. I saw what superb care he had taken of you" Lotus goaded her, "You know he has earned zhat much. He will love it!"
Aloe had some reservations, "But it iz so… obscene"
Lotus's flat expression let her know what she thought of that. She stuck a stubby thumb in her own mouth, poked exaggeratedly at her cheek with it before she withdrew it with a humorous pop. Aloe froze in place like a deer in headlights from the display, her lower lip quivering with betrayal. If it weren't for the insanely sensitive bubbling cauldron of unresolved tension in my crotch, I would be laughing my ass off at that moment.
Aloe's flushed face reddened further, "Ohhh… all right! But you are doing Mizzus Cake's deep tizzue massages for zhe next month!" She stipulated self-righteously.
Not even the grotesque mental image of the portly baker's jiggling mounds of flab could kill my boner. Though any inkling of an appetite I had screamed in terror, crawled under a rock, and died.
Lotus kissed her sibling on the nose and smiled warmly at her, "Agreed. Merci!" She grasped her sister's hand and led her over to me, "You sit where I was. It iz time you experienced his ministrations yourzelf" She said with a depraved simper.
Aloe did so, though she did not face me like I was hoping she would so I could monitor her reactions as I went to town on her cock-socket. Instead she sat on my slippery stomach with her legs spread and her hands clutching the fringes of the bed for balance. Lotus likewise sat across from her and scooted forward so that her legs interlocked with those of her sister's. I wondered what it was they were planning when I felt two pairs of juicy lips give my woody a sloppy smooch. Lotus was correct about me loving her idea. I'd never underestimate her devious libido in the future after this visit. I nearly bit into my own tongue from shock, though that pain was eclipsed by an incredible implosion of bliss as my manhood was crushed in a fleshy vice. My meat had become the filler to a taco sandwich. I was not savvy if there was a term for this… awesomeness (as Rainbow would often use), but if there wasn't it needed to be invented now.
It was like being inside of a woman, but somehow different, and in some ways better too. The slick softness of their virtually conjoined genitalia had me in paroxysms, and I held onto the edges of the bed with a white knuckled grip (Permanently deforming it too, no thanks to my Trifect strength). If it weren't for the arduous delay in the twin's expanded scheming, I would have blown my load forthwith. It sneakily occurred to me that without my 'monkey in the middle', the twins would be scissoring each other right now, and the tantalizing thought spurred me on like nothing else. Once my mind sifted through the unending waves of pleasure to organize non-passion induced sentiments, my hands automatically traced Aloe's body upwards, tenderly traversing her every nubile curve until they both settled on her bosom, fondling it in gratitude. From the manner that she and her twin were furiously rubbing at their erect clitorises with a free hand, I was simply tossing chunks of firewood on an already blazing inferno.
Aloe and Lotus soon judged from the varying volume of my moans that they achieved the best results when they oscillated contrary to the other. With that taken into account, they went full throttle, thrusting themselves at me with an unmatched ardor. I would have thrust away at them myself, but I was sent reeling back into the figurative solitary confinement cell in the mental slammer as the rogue wave of mind-bending sensual sensation collided with my brain. I was breathing so quickly that I was hyperventilating in all but name. The endurance that I took a hint of pride in failed me as a familiar tingling feeling heralded the culmination of my 'playtime' with the Spa sisters.
I had no time to warn them before my vision flashed white and my eyes rolled back into their sockets as the first burst of semen shot from my tip like someone had dropped a fifty pound weight on a furled up packet of mayonnaise (An agonizing analogy for an awesome apex of eroticism, I'll admit). The second burst was no less potent than the first, the third, fourth and fifth a similar tale as I painted Aloe and Lotus's womanhood and lower abdomen an ivory silver. I never came so hard in my life, not even after an exceptionally enchanting evening with Rosie Palmer. My cumsplosion (and I rarely sink to using such slang) permitted the twins to reach a denouement themselves, and they cried out in mutual ecstasy as they climaxed for the final time, spraying themselves all over my crotch and each other. My essence and theirs amalgamated as it dripped off of us and into a tiny pool on the indented bed cushion.
'This puts all of those infamous happy endings to shame' Were my first coherent thoughts as I recovered from one of the greatest climaxes of my life up to that point.
Aloe collapsed on her back into me, my hands still weakly groping at her breasts. She slid onto her stomach to my right side and snuggled against me, letting out a dreamy sigh of satisfaction. Lotus joined us as she burrowed under my left arm and laid her head on my shoulder. They kissed me on the cheek in unison as an expression of heartfelt acknowledgment, which wasn't contrary to the ground rules, so I allowed it. I was not expecting the after-sex cuddling phenomenon, but welcomed it anyway. For a long time I held onto them like that, no naughty hijinks or anything like that, just… three people relaxing after some strenuous physical activity. If this was a partial intimation of what it was like to be with multiple women, I could expeditiously cozy up to the idea. I was in danger of dozing off as I lay there, pleasantly enwrapped by the duo of daintily breathing women in my clutches as they utilized me for their arm pillow.
There was an abrupt courtesy knock on the massage chamber door that made this prurient triad jerk awake, alerting all three of us that we were about to have additional company. We could not afford the luxury of time for any of us to hop into our clothes and hide our modesty as the golden handle rotated in melodramatically slow motion (Or was that just my combat instincts kicking in?). Thinking fast, I magicked the towels from an open cabinet onto each of us. The door started to pivot on its hinges until it was ajar, before a purple haired woman who bore a remarkable resemblance to the Spa twins resting beside me stuck her head into the room. If she was surprised at the sexually exhausted, unkempt state she found the three of us in, she did a bang-up job hiding it. As she surveyed the chamber she wore a stony face that would have made Buster Keaton proud if he were still alive to witness it.
The twins recovered speedily enough, "What iz it, Vera?" They asked in concert, embarrassed but not dumbstruck. How they accomplished that 'Twin-speak' thing no matter what would always mystify me.
"It's the Floral Trio" She responded in a perfectly accentless, if somewhat bored tone, flabbergasting me, "They're refusing to let anybody do their pedicures except for either of you two"
The twins groaned collectively and comically, as if the Floral Trio was a particularly bad running gag and the goings-on of their Spa was a soap opera (Rarity would certainly subscribe to it).
"Tell zhem we will be zhere momentarily" Aloe waved at Vera to go away with one hand while she meekly held up her towel in the other.
Vera perked up a single eyebrow, "This the dictionary version of 'momentarily' or your version?" She inquired dryly.
"Vera!" Lotus exclaimed, not in the mood for her cousin's lip.
Vera nodded, "Gotcha" She paused, her lake blue irises lingering on me for a few seconds, "This that guy you were yammering on about?" She didn't wait for a confirmation, "He's cute" The door shut behind her and we were alone again.
'I am not cute… I'm deadly!' I mentally pouted, slighted by the lackluster descriptor.
"I'm assuming that was your helpful cousin?" I articulated wryly.
Somehow, Aloe read between the lines, "She was raised in Las Valkyras"
"Oh…" I said, as if it explained everything… and in a way, it did. After all, Dee Dee grew up there, and that kind of bone-dry wit for an Arcanian has to come from somewhere.
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The remaining minutes of the hour that were unexpended for my massage session were cordially spent in the magically frothing Jacuzzi with Aloe and Lotus, who asked all sorts of questions about me in casual conversation. The inquiries weren't excessively personal nor mundane, but it obvious that the twins had more than a superficial passing interest in me. It was like a stereotypical 'dinner and a movie' date that had eventuated in reverse. I personally found them to be engaging partners, both in conversation and in… pillow talk. The Nuru gel had kinda caked onto me as it dried, and Aloe and Lotus were ready and willing to scrub it off of me thoroughly as the Jacuzzi's almost sweltering temperature loosened it up for us. I did the same for them too, except I didn't bother using a loofah, to their extreme delight.
Sadly, all good things had to come to an end. After we redressed ourselves in our usual garments (the twins had the foresight to get an underling to stow mine in a separate cabinet beforehand. It happened to be exactly next door to the one containing the Spa twin's less titillating work outfits), Lotus generously decided to deal with the Floral Trio once she had restored her professional image, leaving me and her sister to see to the matter of remuneration. The bottle of massage gel was comprised of extracts, namely seaweed, that were too expensive to mass produce, so the Spa had to special order jars from a supplier in Concordia. There was only the one jar for testing purposes, but it went without saying that it was a resounding success. Regardless of the gel's components, I felt great. I was refreshed in both mind and body, so I would make sure that Aloe knew how eleemosynary I was to those who treated me right.
"There you go!" I lilted as I slapped a trio of hundred bit coins onto the welcoming desk counter and slid them over to her, before fishing six extra coins of the selfsame stamp imprint out of my munny pouch, "And a bonus for all that you and your lovely sister have done for me"
Rarity would be bristling with pride if she could see me now… or trembling with jealous rage… or gnawing at her upper lip whenever she was feeling hot and heavy (Don't ask how I discovered that about her). You never can tell with that woman…
She balked at the munificent tip, "Oh no! We could not possibly accept such exceptional gratuity! It exzeeds zhe price we agreed upon!"
"Aloe, please. Take it" I insisted, only to encounter further resistance, "Allow me to phrase it differently. Think of it as a down payment on another body slide session… or two" I winked wolfishly at her, grinning like a rake when I saw her swoon at the overly cliché gesture.
She was amenable to that proposal, evidenced by an upward lip curl and a giddy sparkle in her pretty eyes, "Zhat iz… agreeable. I zhall pencil you in for our next available as soon as we restock on zhe gel. Would you prefer myzelf or Lotus administering it?"
I cocked my head at her and smirked, "I think you know the answer to that one, Aloe. A threefold cord is not so quickly broken" I spoke covertly, whilst also quoting scripture (Which I immediately prayed was not a sin, given the context of its usage). The trick was to be subtle with your meaning, but not too subtle.
She hummed thoughtfully as she nodded, barely hiding her girlish smile, "It could be some time before zhere iz a vacancy in both my sizter's schedule and mine"
"I'm a patient man" I averred ('Lord on high is there truth in that!'), "Besides…the two of you are worth waiting for" I affirmed over my shoulder as I made for the exit, ever the smooth talker.
"Do come again soon, Zenith" Aloe bid me farewell, unable to resist emphasizing that one word.
I chuckled and refrained from rolling my eyes at her groan worthy goodbye as the bell above the door jingled to sound my departure. One fact was for certain. This marked one of the first instances where I had been perfectly content with losing a wager.