Your turn.

You wave across the ring in thanks, then pick up the bottle and turn to Melody. “Mind if I get a little handsy?”

“Be my guest,” she tells you.

Grinning, you pour a little into your hands and start rubbing down her shoulders, arms, and back. The Goddesses watch with slightly aroused interest as the slick sheen of oil spreads across Melody’s body.

As you rub down her legs and feet, your partner’s eyes take in their oiled-up bodies—one curvaceous and eye-catching, the other toned and lithe—and she sighs. “I really need to start hitting the gym or going on a diet or something. Seeing the people I’m up against always makes me feel a bit dumpy.”

You stand up to look her in the eye. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

She’s a little taken aback. “Wait, what?”

“Where do I start? Maybe with these.” She gasps softly in surprise as your oiled-up hands play over her breasts. “So perky and round, perfect for sucking and smothering...”

You give them a light squeeze to spread the oil all around, then slide your hands around behind her and down to her rear. “And this booty, oh, wow. All that dancing must’ve really paid off, because you could bounce a quarter off this. It’s incredible.”

You give Melody a smack on the ass to punctuate the compliment, and she yelps in surprise—but a glance at her face shows you that she’s smiling slightly and blushing bright pink.

“Oh, and let’s not forget...” Your hand rubs gently between her thighs, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning. It’s not at all surprising to feel that the fabric under your fingers is slick with arousal. “Wanna know what I think? I think the Goddesses should be begging you to shove this in their pretty little faces.”

“Maybe we’ll make them,” Melody replies with a sly glint in her eye that was nowhere to be found a second ago.

“Maybe we will,” you agree. “But there’s one last thing first.”

You raise your hands and rub a little oil across her face, swiping gently over her cheeks and forehead.

Her brow furrows in confusion. “What was that for?”

“I saved the best for last,” you tell her with a wink.

She blushes even harder at this, but smiles broadly at you. “Thanks, John.”

“Anytime,” you tell her, returning the smile. “You wanna try?”

You offer her the oil bottle, still about half full. Still grinning, she takes it and pops the cap, ready to return the favor.