Hide in a laundry hamper

You feel as though pretty much any room you might choose to hide in would just pigeon-hole you into a short wait before the spa's proprietor walked in on you-- not really enough time to get anything gratifying accomplished. Your only choice at this point is to hide in a place that directly flies in the face of your attempts to make this date with Licorice work-- it's the only way to make sure that your being discovered is a matter of more than just waiting for the clock to run out!

"You're joking, right? Listen, sugar, just because I'm a clown doesn't mean you have to be funny around me all the time-" Licorice laughs briefly resisting your attempts to drag her in the direction of hampers full of sweaty towels. She has to give up the ghost when the two of you hear the door to the room behind you open and the masseuse begin to question where her lovely audience has gone. There's nothing for her to do but join you under the sweat-soaked cotton, which the two of you do your best to rearrange so that it covers the hiding spot. You wonder if it's really possible the two of you can hide in a spot like this...

The moment-to-moment isn't bad, though. It might be sweaty and gross in the laundry hamper, but the need to hide means that the bare body of your date is smothering you completely. You barely notice the damp cotton-- all that's on your mind is the huge amount of soft, pillowy brown flesh bearing down on you as Licorice embraces your body beneath the towels. You return the gesture by wrapping your arms around her waist, clasping your hands to her lower back. When she moves her hands to clench your ass, you decide it's okay to do like-wise, pushing your fingers into the squishy, sweat-moist mounds of her buttocks.

"Mmmm... I don't know if that counts as a massage, tiger," she whispers into your ear, pushing her cheek up against yours. The feeling of her hot breath on your neck sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine-- a shiver that you imagine she can feel. If she isn't aware of that part, she's got to notice the bulge sticking out from pants, rubbing against her leg due to the positioning. Her bare breasts are squished up against your own chest, tightly enough for you to make out the texture through your soaked work vest.

You can't see her due to the position, but you have a rough idea of where her slyly smiling lips must be, and you move a finger up to them. She has to be shushed, because Handsy has reappeared, and is now patrolling the hallway, opening door after door and testing inside with a loud "yooohooooooo~!" As she searches to her satisfaction, she shuts the door impatiently, then moves on to the next in line with a playful skip in her step. It seems like she's having fun... until she gets to the last door, at least, the sweat room. Once she opens it up and finds it empty, she grumbles with irritation. "Where'd they slip off to?" she wonders out loud, then unleashes a deep, deep sigh. "Uuuugh. I never get customers! They don't usually run off when they do! You've really done it now, Handsy! What if those two leave a bad review?!"

You want to reassure her that won't happen, but not nearly bad enough to reveal your position. You wait until her footsteps vanish and the door shuts behind her, then remove your finger from Licorice's lips. Feeling secure, you raise your shoulders back out of the dirty hamper... then make a few discoveries. Specifically, you see Licorice's extremely wide hips slightly peeking out from the hamper and her extremely huge hair peeking more than a little out. It really ought not to be a surprise, but the two of you were barely hidden at all throughout her search.

"I guess she's not so bad after all," Licorice chuckles, when you let her know of the mistake. She's sitting up too now, clutching one of the dirty towels to her chest for a bit of modesty. Her already runny-patterned makeup is totally smeared now, making it look as though she'd been crying, but her smile paints the opposite picture. "I've never had a date like this before, tiger. Don't think anybody has."

You point out that it seems the two of you have Handsy's blessing to continue, if you want.

"You know, she may not be that bad, but she's still a bit of a nutjob and I reeeeally don't want her walking in on us while we get it on. So let's call it done for now," Licorice giggles, placing one hand on your shoulder. Then, as though sensing your dissatisfaction... she drops the towel, revealing her big, dark nipples, and moves in closer to push her plush lips onto yours. Her hand moves to the back of your hair as she holds you in the kiss, allowing you to briefly explore her body with your hands once again as a treat. "I'm the Lazy Clown, so I've got nothing but time. Just hit me up again and we'll try something a little more conventional."

You tell her that sounds ideal-- secretly, you breathe a sigh of relief that ending the date on stinky towels wasn't a deal-breaker for her. With some hesitation, you finally let go of her meaty body. Divorced of the situation, you're **** to admit that you can barely smell her perfume now-- it's all been replaced by the musk of the spa.

"I think you can sneak out through the men's massage room if you hurry, sugar. Let me take care of Handsy," Licorice encourages you, now beginning to wrap one of the towels around her volsuminous body so that she can climb out of the hamper.

You feel that might be exciting to watch, but you're also eager to take her up on the offer. You're not sure you can face the kind of harassment and laughter you're likely to get from that clown if she has the chance to reveal she knew you were there all along...