Back off and apologize

The clover isn´t worth this. You release your empty hand from the woman’s cleavage. “Sorry, I was just, errr, trying to grab a clover out of your breasts.”

“That is the worst excuse I have ever heard.”

“But it’s true!”

“And why would you grope me for a piece of grass?”

“I… thought it would bring me luck?” Why did you want the clover so badly? “Eep!” The woman grabs you and pulls you over. Despite not being much taller than you, it feels like she is a giant looming over your shoulders.

“Well, feeling lucky?”

“...no?”

“I think it´s time you teach her a lesson, Lana.”

“You are right, I have an idea!” With the help of her friend, Lana pulls you out of the sauna. You drag your feet in the wooden hallway, but the woman is too strong to resist. Their plan remains a mystery, but if they are hauling your naked ass somewhere with more people, you can already tell it´s going to be mortifying.

“This is not fair. I apologized!”

“You grope me and think that everything is fine because you said sorry?”

“Yes?”

You reach the reception. The receptionist's eyes almost push his glasses out of his face. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Frankie, this little pervert came to the sauna naked and groped me!”

“It’s true, I saw it!” says the brunette.

“We are going to throw her into the street buck naked, that ok?”

“No!” You yell.

“Pervert or not, you can´t do that to a paying customer. Call the sheriff and let him sort it out.”

“Thanks! But, ehmm, actually, I never paid.” … Why did you feel the need to say that? Well, he was going to realize it sooner or later.

“A pervert and a thief? I got a better idea of what to do with her.” The old man whispers something in Lana’s ear, and she smiles. Before you know it, they are dragging you back inside.

You enter a door on the left to be thrown against a massage table. Straps are quickly secured over your wrists and ankles, and you can´t do anything but stare at the scandalized old woman next to you and her cadre of apprentice masseuses.

“What´s the meaning of this?” The bald man whispers in the woman´s ear and she nods comprehensively. “Oh, I see. Girls, our model has arrived!”

“But, I´m not a…”

“Well, you are either a model or a criminal. Should we call the sheriff to decide?”

“L-let’s not. I´m a model.”

“Good, then let´s begin the lesson, girls.” The woman´s tender hands squeeze your shoulders and begin melting the stress away… somewhat. Your cheeks still burn like wildfire. Like an alien being dissected on Area 51, the apprentices watch and examine your body with medical interest.

To make matters worse, it’s not just the apprentices. You are at the back of the massage parlor. The regular customers are also watching at the naked woman lying with curiosity. Your legs are spread apart, which gives all the onlookers an inviting view of your sex.

Despite the massage being genuinely good, you can´t enjoy it when you are shaking with humiliation. “Can´t we please move this session somewhere else?” you say. “I don´t think this is the best place to do …this.”

“Oh dear, you are right. I´m sorry.” The bed is pushed, to your horror, further into the parlor. You are now smack in the middle of everyone, and with a clear view of the windows! “The light back there was absolutely awful.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait! I didn´t mean this!” Suddenly, your face feels hotter than the sauna. In fact, if they threw you at a pool, you are pretty sure you would make enough steam to turn that into a sauna as well. “Go back th-ouch!” The gentle massage gives way to cruel pinching.

“Come on girls, join in! You can´t learn everything by watching.” You close your eyes as an army of hands descends on your body. Huh, this reminds you of a horror film you once saw, only scarier. Amidst seemingly innocent giggles, the students join their master in their attempt at a massage.

The apprentices are awful, they prod and pinch every part of your body. It´s worse than when you forgot to wear green at the St Patrick’s parade.

It´s this their first time? Even you can do it better! And why are they massaging so thoroughly? Legs, sure. Shoulders, fine. But you are pretty sure you never even heard of a breast massage, and yet here you are. “Ouch! I’m pretty sure pinching my nipple is not part of the massage!”

“I believe the job listing said that you must be silent, right dear?”

“But, ow! F-fine,” you close your lips with a low pitched whine. The most uncomfortable massage of your life continues. You screech internally, it´s like they are using rolling pins instead of human hands. Closing your eyes makes you focus on the unpleasant sensation, so as embarrassing as it is, you open them and try to look anywhere else.

It is then that you see that your humiliation is not limited to just the parlor. Lana and her friend are watching you and smiling from the windows. At least she enjoys this turnaround. More alarmingly, some other people join her too, a couple who stopped their stroll to gawk at you with their mouths open, and a pink-haired woman who seems hypnotized by your vagina.

“H-how long will this last?”

“It´s a complete session dear. Just relax and enjoy it.” The old woman is grinning more than Lana! She is enjoying this! Well, nothing you can do about it.

Time passes excruciatingly slow as you get uncomfortably aquatinted with muscles that you didn’t know you had. Occasionally, you watch the windows to see how the peanut gallery evolved. Lana and her friend soon depart, but they are replaced by an ever-rotating procession of scandalized soccer moms, ogling teens, and curious onlookers.

The situation inside the parlor isn´t much better as you have become the gossip of the floor. Even when patrons leave, new customers come in, and the wheel of chatter continues.

While some believe the official story that you are a model, a few alternatives propped up. The most popular ones are that you are a masochist, a nudist from a hidden camp in the woods, a sorority girl that lost a bet, or a thief getting punished very creatively. Huh, not so far from the truth.

It´s small comfort that it´s hard to take a complete look at you thanks to all the prying hands prodding your skin. Nonetheless, you are pretty sure that everyone who wanted to did manage to take a look at a part of your body that you rather keep private from the world.

Seconds pass one by one until your practice session is done. “Next time, mind your manners in our establishment girl!” the old masseuse says as she kicks you out of her store.

Your muscles are sore, your cheeks burning, and you are now naked on the sidewalk. The crowd gawking from the windows cheer, and you shyly wave at them as you wrap your arms around yourself.

{if Ropa > 1}Your clothes are still inside, but you rather jump in a volcano than go back into that accursed place.{endif} To think this all started because you wanted a stupid clover. What were you thinking? What do you do now?