An intimate massage begins...

"Just lie back." The masseuse said, gently but firmly pushing Lauren flat. Lauren, who did NOT want to be laying down right now, squirmed in embarrassed terror as the trainees gathered around.

"Now, you can see that this young woman is having a hard time relaxing." The masseuse said. "I'll show you all a trick for that." With that the woman grabbed both sides of Lauren's neck and began rubbing. Lauren, everything on her body tight, found herself going limp without her wanting to.

"You see, massage the pressure point on the neck back there to cause relaxation." The woman pointed out. She pulled Lauren's hand's off her chest and crotch. Lauren was terrified, but found herself both too meek and too calmed physically to fight as her small breasts and smooth crotch were revealed.

The woman began massaging Lauren, naming off body parts and muscles to the onlookers, who studied Lauren dispassionately. She was embarrassed that no one even cared. She was naked, and they acted like it wasn't even a big deal! It was clearly a big deal! Her precious tits and ass, revealed to the general public? It was causing her small chest to bounce up and down in excitement.

"You can see by the movement of her chest, Lauren's breathing is erratic." The far too observant masseuse commented. Lauren cringed, looking down at her own bobbing nipples. "A chest message will help calm her lungs and heart rate."

Without so much as a by your leave, she began rubbing Lauren's chest! Not her breasts exclusively (they were somewhat easy to skip) but the woman's hands causally found their way over Lauren's little mouthfuls, rubbing casually over Lauren's rock hard, quivering nipples. Lauren bit her lip, her toes intertwining to prevent a moan from escaping her lips. Dammit, why were her tits so sensitive?!