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!!C8pgolrlBHK 05/20/11(Fri)20:52 No.26107955>>26107607
Soon Twilight was so terribly relaxed, melting into the ottoman-cum-massage table. The candles were burning low and Trixie had moved on to using her elbows to truly dig into those final trouble spots. She'd think it more jarring, but everything was so deep and smooth and well-oiled; there wasn't any chaffing at all.
Eventually things subsided into a nice neck massage, first so slight it was almost ticklish to some rather intense full-hoof grab-and-pull. Twilight hadn't felt so strangely relieved since receiving an A- on a final.
Soon that died down and Twilight felt two sets of hooftips on her ears. Little cooings escaped her lips, unbidden. Soon she felt something warm near her left ear, just at the tip - and smelled something remarkably like a smoothie.
"You like?"
Twilight belted out a low "Yyyyyyyes." God, did her voice really sound so low and throaty when she was ... relaxed?
"Glad to hear it. Normal rate?"
Twilight nodded into the pillow, flopping an all-too-comfortable forehoof toward a money bag in the corner, "And add a ten percent tip."
Twilight could FEEL the grin as Trixie whispered, "And what can I do to make that twenty?"
"Whatever you'd like ..." moaned the purple filly as blue tips rounded the points of her ears.
"As if Trixie had less in mind."
With ease and grace and more than a few tricks up her cape, Trixie earned her tip -- and an invitation to dinner, and one after that. Roses the week after, Trixie regally oblidged; It really paid to dote on repeat customers.
She also happened to have a thing for bookworms. |