Give her a serious massage with all of your muscle! (costs 20 guts, 20 stamina, 20 self-restraint)

Licorice wants a massage, huh? She may not be taking this seriously, but you are! There aren't a lot of chances to distinguish yourself as a clown assistant and you'll be damned if you're going to let this massage go half-assed. Once you're done, you'll have her feeling like a new woman! You tell yourself all of this, while watching her grin idly and lazily on the couch, waiting for your first move. "Come on, sugar. Don't leave me hanging!" she encourages you, then begins to lie down on her back. "How do you want me?"

Now there's a loaded question. You tell her seriously that you want her on her stomach.

"I get that a lot," she jokes, flipping so that she's resting with her chin on the pillow at the head of the couch and has her zip-up boots sticking slightly off the end. You've got a great look at-- and free access to-- her most striking feature besides maybe her hair, which is her big, juicy butt. The dress makes it look huge-- something you'd never tell a girl to her face, but does seem to be entirely intentional in this case. From this angle, it's not even covering the underside of her cheeks, and you can't even make out her underwear-- whatever it is, it's being completely eaten by that carnivorous ass of hers. Her dark thighs shine in the otherwise ordinary fluorescent light of the break-room, capturing your eyes. They're begging you to snake your way up them and into the fold of her dress, where you can let your hands run wild.

But, once again, you're playing the long game. You don't want to ruin this massage by going at it in an amateurish way. Basically, you can't let her know just how much you're thinking about that bountiful booty of hers-- you need to show her your competency instead.

As such, even with her butt presented to you, you instead focus first on her shoulders, feeling your knuckles dig into the underside of her voluminous hairdo while your fingers knead at the base of her neck, then move outward.

"Yow, baby! You're going at it hard! Thought I felt something pop," she remarks, jumping a bit once you get down below her shoulder-blades.

You ask her if that means you should stop. Truth be told, as much as you're psyching yourself up, you're new at this...

"No, no! Feels great, actually. Here's what you don't know about me: I really do lift a lot of boxes all day. I got all kinds of stress and aches in my back and those fingers of yours are like magic... keep going," she encourages you, turning to face you with a smile on her dark-painted lips.

You feel a little suspicious of her claims. Could it really be that effective? You actually have no experience at all as a masseuse. Why did you think this was a good idea, anyway? Just a sort of "more effort means more results" sort of mentality? Doubting yourself, you slowly reach your hands down from her shoulders to Licorice's lower back, just above the enticing swell of her buttocks.

To your surprise, the girl reaches behind her and unzips her dress, down to the point where the apron's knot would get in the way of undoing it further. You can a sort of caramel colored bra-strap underneath, along with her smooth, succulent skin. "You're not easing up now, are you? Go on. Keep at it, tiger!"

Her pep talk is working pretty well-- you feel your confidence and energy returning to her! With vim and vigor, you run your hands down the exposed surface of her back, finding yourself just a bit disappointed when your palms connect with the apron, stopping your descent straight to her ass. The pressure still causes her to shift every now and then, but she seems appreciative of your work. Once you finish that place... you skip the butt for a bit, deciding to unzip her boots, set them aside, and work her feet for a bit.

She's surprisingly fine with having her feet handled. Underneath the boots are short socks, cottony and pleasant to the touch. You're not the kind of freak that's going to smell them, though that wouldn't be the weirdest thing to do at this adult fun-fair.

Having had your fill of her heels and toes, you move on to her calves, then her thighs... they're so plump and soft, you find yourself squeezing them more than is strictly necessary for the massage. It's like the further you go, the more your fingers are getting lost in her flesh, totally outmatched by her volume. It's more thighs and ass than you can get your hands around, in other words.

Oh dang. At some point you actually reached her butt. Not only did you reach it, but you even peeled the skirt up a bit, exposing a sort of gold-slash-caramel colored thong with very little coverage over the huge globe of her ass. Your hands are sunk right into the flesh, grabbing two big fists full of booty. Your hands are totally eclipsed by the expanse of it-- it's unreal! So soft and jiggly... the kind of butt that's just begging to be played with. Or, speaking honestly with yourself, humped. You think about how good it'd feel to be using your dick right now instead of just your hands. You badly want to show her your competency using that appendage and hear her move on to complimenting the part of a man that most begs to be complimented.

"Hm hm. Meee-yow. There's that tiger," Licorice giggles, smirking as you finally come to your senses. To your even greater surprise, she's set down a stack of bills on the table behind you. "A good worker deserves a treat, right? Clown assistants gotta get paid. Not just money though... I'm not going to tell Bubs if you wanna sample the merchandise."

Turns out, there was no need to do that! Bubblegum's got just as much of a nose for this thing as your manager, apparently, and is standing in the doorway, watching you groping the ass of her much hated co-manager. Oops...

((Lost 20 guts, 20 stamina, 20 self-restraint))

((Gained 30 wealth))