"My name is Chadlene."

“I can’t believe how lucky we are,” says Kristen, as the five sorority leaders step into the airy building in downtown Waxford. “After that horrible experience at the football game, winning these free tickets to this health spa is just what we needed!”

“The universe smiles on you when you’re an Epsilon,” says Tiffany, presenting herself to the reception desk. “Excuse me, we’re here for the special full-body massage?”

“Ah, yes. Right this way, girls.”

Tiffany and her four friends are guided down a series of white corridors to a changing area, where they trade all their clothes for white bathrobes. They walk out into a spacious, white-walled room with five massage tables set up in the middle, plus a tray of various oils, brushes and other massage accessories. The masseuse, a robust middle-aged woman with curly blonde hair, also in a bathrobe, stands beside them.

“Hello, ladies,” she says. “My name is Chadlene, and I am an expert masseuse from the country of… Europe. Please, leave your robes on those hooks over there.”

“That must be how they do it in Europe,” says Jessica to Madison, who shrugs. The girls leave their robes on the hooks, and lie face-down on the massage tables, their bare bottoms arranged in a row. Chadlene rubs her hands with oil and says “First, we must remove the tension.”

“Oh, wow! This is amazing!” Chadlene’s hands, surprisingly strong for a woman’s, knead Tiffany’s shoulders for a few long minutes while she gasps and writhes on her massage table. Then, she yelps. Chadlene’s hands have gone lower. “Um… is this also how they do things in Europe?”

“Of course,” says Chadlene, massaging Tiffany’s ass. She does each of the girls in turn, rubbing first her back, then her naked ass with her strong, oily hands, before picking a bath brush up off the table. “Now, do not be alarmed, ladies. This next part is very… European.”

“Ow!” Chadlene has smacked Tiffany’s ass firmly with the flat of the bath brush. “What kind of massage is this?”

“A European one.”

“Oh, well, if it’s European.”

Chadlane goes from girl to girl, spanking each ass with the brush, watching them squirm on the table as the upturned buttocks begin to redden. The girls wiggle, not entirely sure if they like the stinging in their bottoms, but not wanting to disrupt what is, after all, a free massage.

“Roll over,” she says.

The sorority girls turn over, now lying on their backs, facing the ceiling. Chadlene pours more oil over her hands, and without warning cups Tiffany’s bare breasts.

“H-hey! Is this, uh…”

“European, yes. The breasts contain a lot of tension. Must be massaged thoroughly.” Chadlene takes her time squeezing and fondling Tiffany’s breasts, oiling them up, jiggling them about, feeling their nipples stiffen as she kneads and rubs the squirming girl. She moves on after quite some time to Jessica, who’s been waiting in dread and not a little bit of fluttery anticipation. One by one, Chadlene massages the naked breasts of all five sorority girls, while they lie bare on the tables fully exposed to the masseuse’s curious gaze.

“And now,” she says, in her strong European accent, “we do the pussies.”

“That’s it!” Tiffany springs up off the table. “I don’t have to put up with this any longer! You are obviously some kind of… of… lesbian! I shall be reporting this to the management, ma’am, and you won’t be keeping that European massage licence very much longer. Also, your wig, which I assume you wear for European reasons, is slipping off.” She wags a finger in Chadlene’s face, furiously, and strides over to the hooks where her bathrobe is supposed to be.

“Where’s my bathrobe?” she says.

“Surprise,” says Chad, pulling off his wig. The girls all shriek in horror and stampede towards the nearest open door, which unfortunately for them happens to lead directly out onto a very public street in downtown Waxford. The frat boys, armed with cameras, are waiting in the street. Chad ambles after them.