She deserves a massage from a professional (costs 30 wealth, 20 self-restraint)

It just makes sense that if you're paying for her to get a nice massage, you ought to foot the bill for her to experience the gifted hands of a professional clown masseuse. It won't get your hands on her or even a massage, but in the grand scheme of the date, it could be just the right move. You tell her that you'll get her the premium package.

Licorice looks pretty surprised-- her plump, dark lips form an O as she presses one hand to her breast in a comedic gesture. "Really, sugar? This place has gotta have a tip-top masseuse and I'm sure she's a hot clown, which has gotta be 90% of the reason you're working here-- maybe more. You sure you don't wanna get it on that?" she asks, adding to the joking effect by placing one hand on your forehead, as though she's checking your temperature.

You respond that you aren't kidding-- she's been more than kind to you since the two of you met, helping you out when Bubblegum was threatening to pull you into her iron grip and giving you what could only be described as a dream-like day of work on top of that. She deserves a little treat of her own.

"Aw! You know how to treat a lady, Bowie," Licorice giggles, moving her hand from your forehead to tickle you under the chin for a moment. "I'll take you up on that! Just hope you won't regret missing the opportunity." She places one hand on her thigh and runs it up to the slit of her skirt, taunting you with a big grin. She knows what she's got and how bad you want it...

You're not giving up the chance to get it, either! You're just kicking the can down the road a short distance.

Besides...

It isn't as though you don't have a plan, here. While getting your hands all over her juicy buns is definitely on the agenda, you think it might be pretty sweet watching another clown girl do it instead. You can only guess that it'll be a girl, anyway. If this fucking massage & spa uses male clown attendants instead of clown girls for this sort of thing, you're going to cross it off of your list of places to help out in the future.

"Welcome to the Steamy Scene! I'm Handsy, and I'll be your masseuse for today! I must say, this is a waaaacky arrangement you two have got going here, but that's just another day at the Down, riiiight? Well within my preferences too! I kind of dig it! I should put something like this on the menu, actually! You available to do this more often, Licorice?"

The clown masseuse is a bit more chatty than you'd been hoping for, but she'll fit the bill here quite well, you think. As one of the world's few clown masseuses, she's dressed in a white-and-blue striped towel, and no other clothing to speak of. Her pale, soft body is only slightly obscured by the steam rising up all around the blue-and-white tiled massage room, where you're seated like it's some sort of stage show, a short distance away on a blue, plastic chair. The girl isn't wearing anything besides the towel and a large, blue wig, that looks a bit like another towel wrapped around her head, or perhaps a big swirl of especially strangely flavored ice cream. Her makeup is bright white, only on her face, and includes blue tear-drops drawn onto the cheeks, oddly coordinating with Licorice's own face-paint.

Handsy may have a soft, plump-in-the-right-places body, but it's outclassed by Licorice's, which is now very much on display, as she's wearing nothing more than a white-and-brown striped towel herself. You wonder if there was a bigger towel they could have given her, because this is indeed a show: despite its tight wrap, the thing can't fully cover the massive globe of her ass, something the masseuse has undoubtedly realized by now. It looks like Licorice's makeup isn't holding up as well as Handsy's-- it's begun to actually drip from the moist heat in the room, rather than just being designed to look that way.

The masseuse licks her blue-painted lips as she places two bare hands on Licorice's ass and begins to rub it with slow anticipation. "We'd need to give you some moisture-resistant makeup like mine, of course, but I think you'd fit in much better here than at that candy shop! I know how to treat a co-manager~"

Licorice smiles tightly, an expression that only you can see from this angle. "Let's not talk about Bubs and work right now, okay, sugar?"

"Customer's always right!" Handsy agrees, living up to her name as she begins to squeeze and knead at the darker girl's huge, soft thighs. "Oooo, I don't get to work on women very often and especially not while their boyfriends watch. It has me really exciiiiited-- in a kinky way."

"Yeah, I'm picking up on that," Licorice laughs, rolling her eyes.

Despite the masseuse's candor, it seems she's a good student of the game, because you can see Licorice settling down and resting easily while she works. The clown's method is completely different from yours, pushing at the right spots with just the proper pressure to ease tension. You study every movement-- one day, you want to be able to do it just as well! Totally not as an excuse to get your hands on Licorice more often.

... As the first course of the massage ends and Handsy folds back the towel to cover just a small area of Licorice's backside, revealing the sides of your date's breasts and the entirety of her back, you feel yourself getting hard. You think to yourself that it'd feel great to pull it out and fap right now... but if you do, you might waste stamina that you need for the rest of the date. You try to keep it in your pants as you watch the blue-haired clown rub her hands all over your date, living up to her name.

"Hey, no need for modesty, right? Lemme just... yoink!"

Licorice gets a bit of color in her ordinarily dark face as she's suddenly flipped onto her back, with her bare body facing upwards and the towel trapped beneath her. You've never seen this much of her before. Her body is plump all over, making you want to tease and squeeze it yourself, with big, dark nipples, begging to be sucked. The moisture in the air has her body gleaming, slick with sweat. Before your date can protest, Handsy begins massaging her breasts... or groping them, from another point of view, teasing the dark nipples as she sits straddling your date's lower body. "Damn, this is really still part of the package?" Licorice questions, breathing more heavily as the other girl gets into it.

"Mmmm... Only the ones I like," Handsy flirts. "Your boyfriend came here for a show, right? Let's give him one..."

Now it's getting really, really hard to resist the urge to masturbate in front of them. Instead, you decide to intercede on behalf of your date, standing back up and approaching the massage table. You tell Handsy you'd like a little time alone with Licorice.

"Time alone, huuuh? Hmmm... You know, kiddo, you aren't allowed to fuck clowns. You know that, right?" Handsy intimidates you, making a show of running her hands from your date's breasts down her belly, just above her groin. "May just be I want you to pencil me in on this date of yours..."

Clown girl threesome actually is on your to-do list, but not just yet. You barely know this clown! From the way Licorice is shaking her head, you think you'll lose the bird in the hand if you chase the two in the bush. You tell her that you'd rather think about her offer later.

"Alriiiight... Lemme go take a little break so you can talk to your girlfriend. When I come back, I'm gonna make her squirt!"

That, again, sounds pretty good, but it doesn't look like Licorice is that into the idea. As soon as Handsy disappears, Licorice sits up, clutching her towel to her chest. "Whew. Thanks for stepping in there, sugar. I'm all for trying new things, but that clown's got an energy to her that's hard for yours truly to match. She's a kinda horny that'd put some of our customers to shame. Wonder how she treats the guys who come through here?"

You... are curious about that as well! But, for now, you need to face the problem at hand. Licorice wants out of this massage (as much as you were enjoying watching it) and you need to solve that problem before Handsy comes back. Furthermore, you have a problem pitching a big tent in the front of your trousers you'd like taken care of as well. You must have been a bit too obvious about that desire, because you find Licorice casting her eyes down and smiling.

"Oh, that's what does it for you, huh? Voyeuristic type? Ha ha..."

Well, you weren't just sitting here for your health! But you keep that thought to yourself. Now, where can you escape to that will let this date go a little bit longer...? You throw open the door opposite of where Handsy disappeared, back to the front of the store. Behind it is a long row of other massage rooms-- some occupied, some not. At the end of the hallway is a sweat room, the kind of place where they really crank up the heat so you can sit and soak. Besides that, all you see are a few big carts of damp towels, which might be enough to hide under. One of these is going to have to be good enough to escape from the professional masseuse, who, you remind yourself with a wince, you already paid for a full spa experience.

Well, not quite full. Licorice actually paid for half herself... more than half. She wanted to pay the full thing, but you wouldn't have it. After all... you got a nice show out of the whole deal.

((Lost 30 wealth and 20 self-restraint))

((Gained 20 wealth))