Massaging the Princess

It feels almost too good to be true... After panicking for way too long while the mini-giantess snoozed, you snapped out of it and got to work. After all, this is your first gig and you can't let nerves get the best of you. Just a couple of gigs to repay my loans, you reassure yourself and begin to untie the rest of giant's gladiator sandals. The Size 22 sandals slam on the floor making a loud clap. It took you almost all your strength to get them off, and your job might be over before it started... "Zzzz.... Zzzz..." Wait, you hear the rumble of her snoozing and look for the oil. It'll take more than a shoe falling to awake the ridiculously-tall girl.

When you place your hands on her warm back and feel the heat of aching muscles, the Princess stirs again in your sleep... but once again, a false alarm, and you sigh in relief that you can keep going. Amazon Island is full of women like her, goddesses who could crush a man between their thighs, that being the only way a pathetic man from the inland has a chance at touching an Amazon. They're notoriously against men with the rare exception of having them as servants or playthings. There's also another rumor about them, but as you rub the humongous feet, their toes painted a bright white, you don't suspect a thing. It feels like massaging a sculpture of hot, sweaty flesh with powerful muscles working beneath the surface.

The Princess is a renowned athlete in several disciplines such as swimming, beach volleyball, and Greco-Roman wrestling. Her body is terrifyingly strong, yet her appearance is deceptive. "Hey ummm..." You speak up, you've been in a daze, holding a foot against your chest, still rubbing the damp sole while you catch your bearings again. You had spoken to test if the Princess was dozing, and indeed she is.. You haven't checked your agenda in what feels like awhile, maybe you could see if someone else is on the schedule.