The Golden Touch Massage Parlor, Manehatten

Five years had passed since the Battle of Bands. On that fateful day, a trio of siren sisters lost the magic gems that had once given them power over all they surveyed. All that remained were three teenage girls (at least in appearance, they were far older), trapped in a world not of their choosing and for all intents and purposes, reduced to living like the natives. Without magic to sustain their youth, they began to age as well. Albeit, much slower than the average human. It was one of the many reasons why Adagio Dazzle looked so healthy and youthful. A proper diet, regular exercise, and skin products took care of the rest. To the former Alpha Siren, appearances were everything, so she took great pride in maintaining her figure as such.

The magic compact that had once kept the sisters bound together had shattered after their defeat. Although related by blood, the trio began to drift apart when they were beset by hard times, arguments, and differing opinions as to how they would get by in the human world. Aria Blaze was the first to leave. She’d never liked taking orders from Adagio, and decided that her older sister was no longer in a position to stop her anymore. She could no longer sing as she once had, but her guitar skills were as sharp as ever. Last Adagio had heard, Aria was playing bass for a metal punk band called “Pufferfish Explosion”. An odd name, but they seemed to be popular.

As for Sonata Dusk, she stayed with Adagio for about two years. She’d even helped open the massage parlor and served as its receptionist. Unfortunately, Sonata’s short attention span and chattiness tended to cause issues with clients, save for the children that occasionally tagged along. Adagio tried to be patient and give her youngest sibling the benefit of the doubt, but the constant mistakes Sonata made became too much of a liability for the business.

One conversation full of constructive criticism later, Adagio suggested that Sonata ply a trade more suitable for someone of her jovial temperament. As it so happened, a local television station was auditioning for voice actors that week. The program was about a cartoon rodent who taught children the joy of cooking. Gertrude The Gourmet Gopher. The executives loved Sonata’s performance so much that they offered her the job immediately. With the spa down yet another employee, Adagio was forced to hire another receptionist.

While the massage parlor afforded Adagio a comfortable lifestyle, it was by no means a fulfilling one. Passion for world dominance and revenge had been replaced by a three o’clock seaweed facial. Adagio’s instincts screamed at her to do more, be more. Without magic, she was an attractive, but still exceedingly average woman. Dipping her toes into human politics had come to mind at one point, however, Adagio felt that she would never be able to keep her temper in check or resort to less than ethical methods of getting rid of her competition.

It had been a slow day thus far. Therefore, Adagio decided to let the receptionist go home early and manned the front desk herself. The tables had already been prepped, soothing oriental flute music was playing through the loudspeakers, and the free cucumber water dispenser near the entrance was freshly stocked. On a whim, Adagio walked over to a mirror hung on one of the walls and gave herself a once over.

Gone were her long, luscious golden-orange locks. Instead, she’d opted to cut her hair and form it into a prim bun held in place by lavender-hued pins. A pair of reading glasses sat upon the bridge of her nose. They were mostly for show. Her vision was as sharp as ever. When one ran a business, one had to appear professional. Adagio had also taken the liberty of changing her attire. An unassuming, white spa uniform and sneakers obscured her feminine features. She wore very little in the way of cosmetics. Not that she needed much to look good anyway. That was what clients expected when they walked in the door, so she simply fulfilled their expectations.

Adagio was rudely torn from her reverie when the phone rang. She scampered over to the desk and picked the receiver, trying her best not to sound annoyed at the prospect of serving a potential customer. Putting on her best “How may I help you” voice, she asked the customer just that, hoping that it wouldn’t be some creepy old businessman hoping to get lucky. She was surprised to hear the distinct country twang of a woman she hadn’t seen in half a decade.

“Howdy. Mah name’s Applejack and Ah—um—well, I’ve never been ta a massage parlor before. That’s why I’m callin’ today. Figured it’d be best ta scope out the details first.”

Adagio grinned like a shark. “Is that so? Everyone has to start somewhere.”

“True enough. So, the thing is, Ah wouldn’t normally spend money on gettin’ a massage but Ah won a complimentary ticket fer yer spa the other day. Part o’ some drawin’ at the grocery store.”

Adagio tapped her fingers against the desk. “I give those away precisely because I believe that everyone deserves the chance to be pampered. And, of course, it’s a good way to advertise my business. I’m sure you’re familiar with the concept of free samples.”

Applejack chuckled. “Darn tootin’! Ya can’t imagine how many folks line up fer a free sample of apple cider. Uh… sorry ‘bout that. I’m sure ya don’t wanna hear me ramble on ‘bout the family business. Ah gotta ask, the coupon says ‘Deluxe Package’. What does that entail?”

“You get everything, sweetie. Full body massage, no questions asked~”

Applejack coughed awkwardly. “Do Ah gotta git nekkid fer the procedure?”

“Naturally! Clothes would just get in the way. What, with all the oils I would need to apply and whatnot. No need to be shy about it! There’s comprehensive client privacy at Golden Touch. I assure you, Miss Applejack, that it would be just you and me in the room. No one else.”

Applejack remained silent for a few moments, contemplating her decision. “Ah suppose it wouldn’t do me any harm ta give it a try. Mah schedule’s clear this afternoon if y’all have an openin’ available.”

“Not a problem, Miss Applejack. Would one thirty suit your needs?”

“Reckon it would, Miss. Say, Ah never caught yer name. What is it?”

With a fiery glint in her eye, Adagio played with one of her hairpins. “Just call me Mistress Dazzle for the time being. Oh! One thing I ought to mention. Make sure you bathe before arriving. And by that, I mean BE THOROUGH. All the nooks and crannies, Miss Applejack!”

“Don’t worry, Miss Dazzle. I’ll be cleaner than a whistle. Ah promise. Uh… see ya then.”

The main reason Applejack considered going to the massage parlor was the fact that she was already in Manehatten visiting her Aunt & Uncle Orange. Sure, it was all expenses paid, but Applejack never considered herself the type of woman to enjoy frou-frou pampering. Lunch had been a simple affair, at least. The Oranges were quite wealthy and had a fully staffed kitchen to cater to whatever culinary whim their employers so desired. Not wanting to make them go out of their way, Applejack stuck to a turkey club sandwich, orange juice, and chips. A quick glance at her phone confirmed that it was only eleven forty-five. Plenty of time to take a relaxing shower before the procedure as Miss Dazzle had instructed.

Applejack padded into the bathroom suite and began taking off her blue jeans. Her red flannel shirt came next, and finally, she slipped out of a pair of plain green panties and sports bra. Considering that she spent most of her time working on the farm, Applejack decided to keep her attire simple and practical. Nothing too expensive or lacy, like those designer thongs Rarity loved to wear. They’d only wind up getting stretched out or worse yet, cause non-stop wedgies. Now completely nude, the blonde farmer twirled around, checking out her body in the mirror.

Years of manual labor and a hearty diet had transformed Applejack into a veritable amazon. Her skin was a healthy shade of golden-brown, dotted with freckles. No doubt the result of spending so much time toiling underneath the sun’s rays. The muscle tone in her legs, back, shoulders, stomach, breasts, and butt were firm enough to the point of making her look like an amateur body-builder to the casual observer. Her figure was nothing less than the result of daily life on the farm. It was hard work and took effort, but rewarding nonetheless.

Although she wouldn’t trade her current lifestyle for anything in the world, Applejack had always felt insecure about her figure. She worried that her height combined with all the muscle tone, intimidated people and that she lacked the feminine charm her other friends seemed to possess. Save for Rainbow Dash. But she’d always been tomboyish, brash, and outspoken. Not to mention that she loved playing all kinds of sports. The major difference, however, was her lithe, athletic build. Everyone could tell that Rainbow Dash was in great shape. Her body was much sleeker and less bulky than what Applejack had to work with.

Applejack paused for a moment and ran her fingers through the thick tuft of blonde hair nestled in-between her legs. “Ah wonder if it’s too late ta spruce up down there…”

She already knew the answer. Only begrudgingly did Applejack ever shave her legs and underarms. The very thought of dumping hot wax or putting anything sharp near her privates made the country girl squirm uncomfortably. She’d trim her bush only when it became an unruly, tangled mess. Which was infrequent because she’d long gotten used to it being down there. With a shrug, Applejack finally stepped into shower, and let the hot water do its magic.

After about twenty minutes, Applejack was satisfied that her entire body was as clean as it could possibly get. She proceeded to towel off, and slipped on a fresh pair of undergarments. With a red scrunchie in hand, she pulled her hair into a tight ponytail, so that it wouldn’t get in the way during the massage. Applejack didn’t bother applying cosmetics; she opted to focus her attention on picking out a comfortable outfit to wear. Not that she’d be wearing it for long…

Luckily, she’d thought ahead and packed gym shorts, sneakers, and a t-shirt. It wasn’t exactly the height of Manehatten fashion, but it was better than traipsing around in her sweaty work clothes. A quick dab of anti-perspirant later, and Applejack was ready to head downtown. The Golden Touch Parlor was just a few blocks away. Not an unreasonable distance to cover on foot, given that she still had an hour until the appointment. Who knows? Perhaps, Miss Dazzle would agree to start the massage earlier than scheduled if the parlor wasn’t too busy.

Adagio rubbed her hands together and cackled with villainous glee. Her chance to get some juicy revenge on one of those damnable Rainbooms had finally come! It was as if Fate herself had intervened on Adagio’s behalf and gave her a present wrapped in flannel-themed paper. Or something like that. Adagio had never been very good at coming up with analogies on the fly. Regardless, it was quite fortunate that she’d gotten the blonde-haired hillbilly to visit the parlor instead of that alpha-bitch unicorn or the dorky princess with anxiety issues. Twiggy Sprinkles or something like that. Their names were irrelevant as far as Adagio was concerned.

Despite it not being her preferred profession, Adagio had become quite adept at the art of massage over the centuries. It was her go-to job whenever times got tough. How does one get revenge in a line of work such as that, one might ask? The simple answer was that a massage was only part of the equation. Adagio had learned long ago that human beings were sexual creatures by nature. Almost to the extreme. The females didn’t go into heat nor did their species have a dedicated mating season, so they constantly sought to slake their primal urges. It came as no surprise then, that a race of hairless primates would have a highly developed sense of touch.

That’s where Adagio’s finely practiced fingers came in. She could work wonders with bare skin and a little bit of lotion. Easing muscle tension and releasing endorphins was all well and good, but humans had so many erogenous zones to work with! Some people didn’t even need that much help when it came to arousal. Especially, when Adagio was considered by many to be an exceptionally attractive female specimen.

Adagio’s plan was simple. She would make the country bumpkin a slave to her urges, make her unable to live without the services only Adagio Dazzle could provide. Revenge would not be conducted through suffering, but rather, by the draining of bank accounts, whispers of sweet nothings, and unimaginable pleasures of the flesh.

To that end, Adagio had another trick up her sleeve. Soft oriental flute music, candlelight ambience, and warm massage oil went a long way to making clients feel relaxed. But to really seal the deal with her former foe, more drastic measures would need to be employed. Adagio rummaged through her “special stock” of supplies, hidden inside a safe located within her office. She pulled out an unassuming vial of amber liquid and grinned. Contained within was a concoction of aromatics designed to please the senses, but more importantly, the main ingredient was refined opium. Highly illegal, but highly effective at turning people’s brains into mush.

Under normal circumstances, Adagio would consume the opium incense for recreational purposes whenever she needed a break from the humdrum of the world. It was a habit she’d picked up back in the early nineteenth century, when the trade was flourishing. She didn’t partake of it as much as she used to, but there were still plenty of suppliers out there willing to sell her more vials if she so desired. That was what a siren had to do when she was bereft of mind-altering magic. Adagio scampered out to the massage table, poured the liquid into the electric incense burner, and made sure to turn up the heat inside the room. Not to an unpleasant degree, but enough for one to feel comfortable whilst lounging around in the nude.

Surprised to hear the doorbell chime, Adagio rushed out to the reception desk, checking the clock on the wall to make sure she hadn’t lost track of time. It was only a quarter until one. Forty-five minutes remained until the scheduled appointment, yet the country bumpkin had decided to arrive early. Despite the fact that the blonde was wearing what appeared to be ill-fitting gym clothes, Adagio reigned in her annoyance and put on her best saleswoman smile.

“May I help you, Miss?” Adagio asked sweetly.

Applejack rubbed the back of her neck. “Sorry, if Ah caught ya off-guard, Miss Dazzle but… Ah was wonderin’ if we might git mah massage appointment started a bit early. Ta be honest, Ah thought it was gonna take longer ta walk over here. Mah apologies if ya ain’t ready yet.”

Adagio clapped her hands together. “It’s no problem at all! You must be Applejack. As fate would have it, we’re not very busy today. In fact, we’re the only people in the building right now.”

“Huh. Ah reckon that’s ta be expected, considerin’ it’s a weekday.”

Adagio chortled. “Regardless, I have the room all set up for your procedure this afternoon. Just head on inside and take all of your clothes off. There’s a cubby along the wall where you can put them in. I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

Applejack looked down at the floor and shuffled her feet. “Are ya sure it’s necessary fer me ta be buck nekkid? Ah could at least keep mah skivvies on.”

“I’m positive. There’s nothing to be afraid of, Miss Applejack. We’re both women.”

Applejack blushed and rubbed her arm. “Alrighty then. I’ll head on inside.”

As instructed, Applejack didn’t waste any time stripping out of her gym clothes, placing them in the cubby once they were folded. She’d somehow expected the room to be chilly like a doctor’s office, but was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was quite comfortable. Flickering candles were the only source of light, giving the room an air of semi-romantic ambiance. Or at least, that’s what Applejack assumed. Never having visited a massage parlor before, the blonde farmer couldn’t be sure if that was just a standard feature in the business. It was a heck of a lot better than having those harsh fluorescent lights shining down from the ceiling. She took in a deep breath and tried to calm down, focusing on the oriental flute music playing on the loudspeakers.

Applejack stiffened when she saw the door crack open. She had to fight the urge to cover up her body. There really wasn’t any point in doing so, she reasoned. Miss Dazzle seemed like a consummate professional and had probably seen plenty of folks in their birthday suits before. The massage therapist gestured towards the table while she went about setting up a few incense burners. Unsure how exactly she was supposed to lay down on the table, Applejack patiently waited for Miss Dazzle to finish her preparations before proceeding.

Adagio turned around and took a good look at Applejack. “Let’s see what we have to work with~ My goodness! Look at all those muscles! Mmm. Nice and firm, I bet.”

Applejack blushed like a tomato and fidgeted in place. “Ah reckon so, Miss Dazzle. This here is nothin’ less than the result o’ workin’ on the farm all day long. Ah hope… ya don’t find mah body too off puttin’. Some people git a might intimidated by the way Ah look.”

Adagio licked her lips while she ran her fingers along Applejack’s chiseled abs, causing the blonde farmer to shudder with excitement. “Not at all, sweetie. You’re quite an exotic specimen in my line of work. People often forget that strong women such as yourself need papering and love too. Why don’t you go lie down on your tummy while I get more comfortable? I’d like to start with your neck and shoulders, then progress downwards towards your feet.”

Applejack sighed when she laid her head down on the pillow pad. She was expecting the massage table to stick to her skin when she moved around like a faux leather couch, but that was not the case. It felt soft, silky, and was slightly warm to the touch. Had she not drunk some coffee with lunch, Applejack was certain that she would’ve fallen asleep given enough time. She closed her eyes for a moment, took in a deep breath, and noted the pleasant aroma emanating from the incense burners. She couldn’t quite put her finger on the exact combination of scents that composed it, but the more she breathed it in, the more relaxed she felt.

When Adagio finally appeared with a bottle of massage oil in hand, Applejack nearly choked on her own spit. She’d decided to get naked as well, and had even let her hair down. Curly, golden-orange locks rested just above her shoulders. In Applejack’s humble opinion, Miss Dazzle was one of the sexiest women she’d ever laid eyes upon. A slender frame, petite, pear-shaped breasts capped by a pair of perky pink nipples, a toned tummy, wide hips, and legs that went on for days. Nestled in-between them was an expertly groomed landing strip.

Applejack whimpered when she felt a glob of massage oil touch land on her back. Miss Dazzle immediately began working her magic, trying to ease the tension along Applejack’s shoulder blades. But it was no use. Applejack was, as she would often say, more nervous than a jackrabbit in a pit full of hungry foxes. Sensing an opportunity to break the ice, Adagio gave Applejack’s firm, freckled butt cheeks a good smack, causing the farmer to yelp aloud.

“Why the hell did ya do that fer?!”

Adagio leaned in closer and whispered into Applejack’s ear. “If I didn’t make it clear before, Miss Applejack, you are in my DOMAIN now. Your body is clay, and I am the sculptor. The whole point of this procedure is to get you to relax and enjoy yourself. Don’t bother lying to me; I can feel the tension in your muscles. What’s the problem?”

“Well, it’s just that Ah didn’t expect ya ta git nekkid with me. Threw me fer a loop.”

Adagio laughed melodiously. “As I mentioned before, clothes just wind up getting in the way. For both the masseuse and the client. Particularly, when it comes to massage oil. It’s much easier to wipe it off of bare skin than scrubs. However, if my naked body disturbs you that much, I can always put them back on…”

“No,” Applejack blurted, “Ah don’t mind! Just wasn’t expectin’ ta see ya buck nekkid, is all.”

“Oh? That’s good to know. What do you think, Miss Applejack? I’ve been taking yoga classes lately. I think it’s really helped to firm up my glutes.”

Applejack lifted her head, took a peek, and found that it was indeed true. Adagio’s ass was both firm and shapely. The farmer had to bite down on her cheek in order to resist the urge to reach out and squeeze it. “It ain’t just yer bottom, Miss Dazzle. Ah think yer a real handsome woman overall. Ya take good care o’ yer body and it shows.”

Adagio bent down, ran her tongue along Applejack’s spine, and made sure to rub her breasts against the other woman’s skin while she did so. Applejack’s quiet gasp made Adagio grin like a shark. “I know that this whole experience is an unfamiliar one to you, Miss Applejack. Promise me that you’ll leave all those responsibilities on the farm behind. Let me be your mistress. Let me command you. It’s no fun being in charge all the time, is it?”

A tiny voice in the back of Applejack’s mind warned her that there was something fishy going on, but she promptly ignored it. Lust clouded her senses, excitement warmed her loins, adrenaline caused her heart to beat faster. There was a sexy, nude goddess willing to do anything for her, standing but a breath away. How could she possibly pass up an opportunity like that? Applejack shoved her stubborn pride aside and relaxed her muscles as best she could.

“Have yer way with me, Mistress Dazzle.” Applejack whispered.

With a soft chuckle, Adagio lathered up Applejack’s back with oil and began massaging her shoulders with the gentlest touch. “Excellent~ From now on, your name is Blondie: the horny farm bitch. Like any good dog, she follows her mistress’s commands without question.”

Applejack responded by moaning when Adagio fondled her ass cheeks. “Yes, Mistress.”

While Adagio worked Applejack’s thighs, calves, and feet, she marveled at just how dense and developed the farm girl’s muscles were. It would not be long until she worked her magic on the other side, but she had to ensure that Applejack’s will was loosened up enough for what came after the massage. Without a shred of hesitation, Applejack complied with Adagio’s request.

After groping Applejack’s breasts and tugging on her nipples a bit to get her all hot and bothered, Adagio focused her attention on the thick blonde bush tucked in-between Applejack’s muscular thighs. Adagio ran her fingers through it, surprised at how soft it was. It was at that point, the former siren decided to bury her nose in Applejack’s pussy and take a deep whiff. The woman’s scent was musky, sweet, and utterly intoxicating. Adagio decided to indulge her curiosity by running her tongue along Applejack’s glistening, salmon pink folds, and found that the inside of it tasted just like apples. Go figure. In response, the blonde farmer gasped aloud.

“Is there something wrong, Blondie? Do you have a problem with your mistress sampling your delectable little honey pot?”

Applejack shook her head emphatically. “N-no, mistress! It feels good!”

Adagio rolled Applejack’s clit in-between her fingers and gave it a firm pinch. Unable to hold back any longer, Applejack arched her back, grunted, and came all over the massage table. The delightful aroma of her arousal filled the air as she laid back down, panting. It became abundantly clear that this country bumpkin rarely took the time to pleasure herself or fuck a willing partner when the opportunity arose. Adagio hadn’t stuck her fingers inside of Applejack to test how tight she was, but Adagio was willing to bet all the pearls in the sea that Applejack could squeeze like a Boa-constrictor if left to her own devices.

Adagio straddled Applejack’s stomach and waggled her finger. “Just look at the mess you’ve made all over my clean massage table! Bad Blondie! I think a misbehaving bitch deserves punishment. Hmm. I wonder what it could possibly be?”

“I’m sorry mistress”, Applejack pleaded, “Please go easy on me!”

After flicking Applejack’s erect nipple, Adagio got back onto her feet and motioned for her pet dog to follow. “I understand, sweetie. You just couldn’t help cumming all over the massage table. That’s what happens when a bitch is in heat. To show that you’re truly sorry for what you did, you’re going to kiss my feet. Get on your hands and knees, dog!”

Blondie crawled along the floor on her hands and knees, just as Mistress Dazzle commanded. She treated the mistress’s feet as if they were the most precious thing in the world, kissing them and licking them with the utmost tenderness and care. They smelled like sweet perfume and tasted slightly of salt. Mistress Dazzle laughed and ruffled Blondie’s hair.

“An admirable job you’ve done, Blondie. This pleases Mistress Dazzle. But there is still work to be done before you’re finished. My feet were just an appetizer. The main course is my pussy. Come along, bitch! You’re going to eat me out until I command you to stop.”

A fresh wave of arousal flooded Blondie’s loins. She eagerly scampered over to where her mistress was laying down on a nearby couch and bent forward to observe the main course. Mistress Dazzle’s pussy was beautiful, of course. A dark shade of pink, akin to a rose. Applejack sniffed a few times in order to savor the aroma. It was citrusy with a slight hint of cinnamon. That was all the motivation she needed to dig right in. She plunged her tongue deep inside Mistress Dazzle, eagerly lapping up the spicy-orange flavor. Blondie could feel her mistress’s thighs wrapping around her head but she didn’t care. Blondie needed more!

Adagio moaned and leaned back as a toe-curling orgasm radiated throughout her body. She had to admit that the blonde bumpkin certainly knew how to give good cunnilingus. The couch would need a through dry-cleaning after today’s session, but it was well worth the cost. After riding the ripples of her second, consecutive orgasm, Adagio decided that a quick hydration break was warranted. She commanded Blondie to stop, walked over to the minifridge on wobbly legs, and grabbed two water bottles. If she’d wanted to follow the whole dog show routine to the T, she would have poured Blondie’s portion into a bowl but it was simply too much effort.

While Blondie loudly slurped on her bottle, Adagio began stroking her hair. “Atta girl. I knew I could put that mouth of yours to good use. Did you enjoy my flavor?”

Rather than respond verbally, Blondie nodded.

Adagio sauntered over to the cabinet, pulled out a bottle of lube, and a rubbery, magnum-sized strap on. Upon seeing her mistress don the contraption, Blondie whimpered but could feel her pussy quivering with excitement. “I think it’s high time that your mistress gave you a treat. Go on, Blondie. Stick your ass in the air and present yourself to me.”

With a cackle of glee, Adagio lined up the bottle with Blondie’s little pink pucker and gave it a good squeeze. Blondie shuddered in response as a glob of cold lube filled her asshole. Adagio didn’t waste any time sticking her finger inside, making sure to get it nice and slippery. She also made sure to tease Blondie’s rim a bit, just to increase her excitement. Adagio slid the dildo along Blondie’s sopping wet slit, rubbing it back and forth to ensure an even coat.

Blondie wiggled her rump, whimpering softly. “Please fuck me, Mistress!”

Grabbing Blondie’s cheeks with both hands, Adagio spread them apart and penetrated her tight, pink asshole with the dildo, inch by inch until it bottomed out. She then grabbed the back of Blondie’s ponytail and tugged on it hard enough so that the bitch could see eye to eye with her mistress. The look of terror mixed with eager anticipation was enough to make Adagio even wetter than she already was. Fortunately, the strap-on had a vibrator attached to the opposite end, so that she too could feel pleasure at the same time. It wasn’t quite the same but good enough.

“I’m afraid that you’re going to have to be more specific, sweetie. How do you want me to fuck you, Blondie? Remember: use your words. I need to know exactly what you want.”

Blondie whined impatiently. “Fuck me in the ass like the dog Ah am! Do it hard n’ fast!”

Adagio ruffled Blondie’s hair once again and began thrusting. “Your mistress shall oblige!”

A feeling of manic glee overtook Adagio while she ravished Blondie. This was what revenge was all about. Dominating your enemy into submission, and in this particular case, quite literally fucking them up the ass. Yet, she was careful not to get carried away. The opium incense had a nominal effect on Adagio’s faculties, but not enough to completely cloud her judgment. She knew that being too rough would cause problems down the road, once Blondie had a chance to collect herself. To that end, Adagio made sure to time her thrusts with precision and just enough force to cause the maximum amount of pleasure. So far, it seemed to be working beautifully. Blondie was panting and moaning like the bitch she was. A tiny puddle of her arousal had formed a wet spot on the floor below. The scent reached Adagio’s nostrils and made her smile.

After about ten minutes of backdoor penetration, Blondie could take no more. She enjoyed the afterglow of a particularly intense orgasm and collapsed onto the floor, desperately trying to catch her breath. Adagio slowly extracted the dildo from Blondie’s slippery asshole with a slick squish, unfastened the harness, and placed the entire strap-on in a plastic bin to be cleaned later. Although they were both sweaty and stank of sex, Adagio laid down next to Blondie and rolled her over so that they could meet face to face.

“I rather enjoyed our little tryst, Blondie. By the looks of it, I’d say you did too.”

Blondie giggled and pulled her mistress in for a sloppy kiss. Adagio was caught completely off guard by the token of affection but decided to just roll with it, seeing as how Blondie was not completely in control of her inhibitions yet. “Very much so, Mistress Dazzle.”

Adagio reached down and began playing with Applejack’s pubic hair, content to relish its silky-smooth texture. “I release you from your obligation, Blondie. If you want, we can hang out for a little while longer, then shower together. It’s all part of the deluxe package.”

Applejack finally gained some of her senses back and blushed. Even in the dim candlelight, Adagio could see that it went from her cheeks all the way down to the tips of her breasts. “Just ta be clear, what happened in this room today stays between the two of us, right?”

Adagio lazily flicked Applejack’s nubbin with her finger, causing the other woman to moan softly and squirm with pleasure. “Correct. Client/Masseuse privilege.”

“So—umm—if Ah wanted ta do it again, how would Ah go about contactin’ ya?”

Adagio laughed. “I’ll provide you with a business card before you go. However, the next session won’t be free. And, if I may be so bold, why don’t you invite some of your friends along?”

Applejack sat up and rubbed the back of her neck. “Maybe. Ah know a gal who’s real shy and might enjoy the sort o’ treatment ya can provide. Heh. Ya know, this the most relaxed I’ve felt in a long time. Didn’t realize Ah needed ta be pampered. Thanks, Miss Dazzle.”

While they walked towards the shower, Adagio gave Applejack’s butt a playful swat. “All in a day’s work, sweetie. I look forward to servicing you again~”