"Are you the masseuse? You're early."

"Are you the masseuse? You're early," she says to you, still holding her shirt up over her chest as you gawp.

Caught off guard by this girl's casual reaction to you catching her half-naked, you don't know what to say. Apparently, she's not the shy type (judging from the flashy wrestling outfit she just had on, she probably can't be). Well, it's definitely better than her screaming and labeling you a pervert to the entire DWA. Wait, did she just call you a masseuse?

"I know I requested a massage therapist right before I went to my last match today, but I wasn't expecting to see you until later, in my dressing room," she continues, briefly looking you over.

While you've been struggling to come up with an explanation out of this awkward situation with your reputation in tact, this girl just gift wrapped one for you! You'll just have to choose your words carefully, so nothing you say will bite you in the ass later.

"W-well, it seems to me, if a pretty, hardworking wrestler like yourself is in need of a massage, she shouldn't have to wait," you say, attempting to worm out of this without flat-out lying to her. You're definitely no massage therapist, but she doesn't have to know that right away. "I-im also a bit of a fan and I got excited to see you," you embellish, attempting to throw off suspicion. Ok, it's a lie, but it's a half lie, at least. You tell yourself she looks like the kind of wrestler you'd be a fan of, and you certainly got excited by seeing her (changing...). She blushes a little before giving an appreciative smile at your half-truth. You spot your chance. "Buuuut, if this is an inconvenient time for you, I'll go see if I can get another therapist to drop by your room later toda--"

Just as you start to turn around to leave, she quickly interrupts, "N-no, wait, you're perfect. I-I mean: your timing is perfect. I'm not doing anything else at the moment, so we can do it now. Your bluff called, your heart races even faster, but you try to keep cool and roll with things. You can't let yourself get caught now, so you'll just have to give her the best massage you can and hope she'll like it. Maybe it wont be as bad as you think, like a quick neck massage, or something. You could manage that, right?

While you try to keep focused on getting out of this scot-free, the girl bites her lip while looking you over one more time then notices you struggling not to stare at her enormous, bare breasts. Still holding her shirt up, she follows your gaze to her chest. Just when you think she's finally about to get embarrassed for exposing herself to you, she candidly says, "Oh right...I just put my clothes on, but you'll probably need me to take them off for the massage, right?"

It's your turn to quickly interrupt as the wrestling beauty starts to lift her shirt back off. "N-no! T-that's fine. You can keep your clothes on for this. I can manage." It's bad enough that you, an unqualified stranger, will be fondling her. You know there'd be hell to pay if she learns you're a fake while you're feeling up her naked, nubile body.

"Oh, ok," she says, surprised and unable to fully hide the disappointment in her voice. "Then let me just sit down over here, and we'll get started." She puts her shirt all the way on, finally covering her breasts and sits down on a bench nearby, facing away from you. Looking over her shoulder, she says, "I'm Betty, by the way. What's yours?"

Distracted by the way Betty's cute, blue eyes innocently blink at you, you mindlessly say, "Uh, Tommy" before mentally facepalming yourself for giving her your real name. So much for staying incognito.

"Well, Tommy, could you start with my neck and shoulders? They've been getting pretty stiff on me lately," Betty requests. " And feel free to be as rough as you like. I can handle it." The die cast, you slowly approach Betty from behind and nervously put your hands on her shoulders to start the massage.

Your hands caress Betty's smooth skin as you gently squeeze her soft body, relaxing the toned muscles within it. You gradually work your hands inward along her shoulders, towards the base of her neck, before working them back outwards. You repeat this a few times before directing your focus on Betty's neck. "Yeah, that's the spot. Becky Peters really got me good there," she says, noting the strain she feels. "Could you squeeze it a little harder?" At her request, you squeeze Betty harder, making her moan in pleasureful relief. "You're really good with your hands, aren't you, Tommy? I like that." Still nervous, you stay silent. Somehow things are going well so far, but you don't want to accidentally say or do anything that might screw you over with Betty. Hopefully she doesn't plan to have this massage go on for much longer.

After a few more minutes of you massaging her neck, Betty gives a prolonged sigh, clearly enjoying herself. "Mmm, Tommy, you're amazing at this. While you're at it, could you also massage my..."