Stressed Out Bride

Jill Kassidy and Gianna Dior stroll into the massage parlor, yakking about wedding crap. Gianna, the soon-to-be bride, looks totally fried—her shoulders are up to her ears. She's yapping that they've got zero time for this massage bullshit. But Jill? She's cool as ice, pushing that Gianna's gotta chill the fuck out before she snaps. Masseuse Alex De La Flor pops up with a grin, asking how she can serve 'em. Gianna mumbles they're bailing, but Jill just cracks up and tells Alex to blow off her drama. 'Ignore her—she's been a total nutjob lately,' Jill teases. Gianna snorts a laugh. 'Me? You're the one flipping out over the DJ's damn haircut!' Jill locks eyes with Alex, all smooth, and goes, 'See? She's a stress bomb ready to blow. Time for that massage magic. Hook us up?' Alex beams. 'I'd love to.' Gianna caves a bit. 'If I'm doing this, you're coming in to keep me from losing it.' 'Fine,' Jill shoots back. 'Fine!' Gianna echoes, and they both bust out laughing. Alex herds them to the massage room, nodding at the bride to strip. 'My clothes? I figured just shoulders or whatever—I've got a million things piling up, no full monty time.' Alex opens her mouth, but Jill cuts in with a wink. 'Let me deal with her.' She yanks Gianna aside. 'Babe, I booked the full works. This is why you need it—you're wound tighter than a drum. Strip down, let Alex do her thing, and breathe, damn it!' Gianna sighs, admitting the tension's been crushing her. Maybe she does need this escape. She waves for privacy from her maid of honor, but Jill chuckles. 'Girl, I've seen you swap wedding dresses a hundred times— what's one more?' Gianna rolls her eyes, smirks, and peels off her clothes, sliding face-down on the table. Alex dives in, kneading Gianna's back. But the bride's still fidgety, barking at her to speed it up. Jill plays cheerleader, soothing her pal while Alex keeps at it. Finally, Gianna melts a little. 'Okay, fine—I guess I did need this.' Alex glances at Jill, eyebrows up. Jill throws her hands skyward. 'Miracle of miracles!' Things heat up quick. Alex's hands slide south, groping Gianna's firm ass cheeks like it's no big deal. Gianna's eyes bug out. 'Whoa, what the hell are you doing down there?' Alex plays it cool. 'Full-body treatment, remember? Gotta get everywhere.' Bride's still squirming, Jill's reassuring her it's all good, when Alex spots the maid of honor shifting awkwardly. 'You're a pro at faking calm, but that wedding whirlwind's got you rigid as a board. Stiff posture screams stress.' Jill nods. 'Yeah, it's been a grind—mostly wrangling her so she doesn't implode.' Alex grabs a stool. 'Park it here. Free shoulder rub, my bridal bonus for you ladies.' She works Jill's knots quick, then hops back to Gianna. Alex flips the bride onto her back, voice all silky. 'So, spill on this wedding stress—what's really eating you?' Gianna brushes it off at first—standard chaos. But Alex probes, and boom: Gianna confesses she's second-guessing the whole marriage. Jill's jaw drops. 'You never said shit!' Gianna blushes. 'Embarrassed. It's dumb.' Alex coaxes it out. Turns out, high school sweethearts since senior year—no wild oats, no tasting the menu. She's wondering what she's missing. Alex leans in. 'If you want a wild pre-wedding thrill, I know tantric tricks that'll rock your world.' Gianna flushes hard. 'Forget it, bad idea.' But Alex's fingers graze her pussy lips, soft and teasing. Gianna's words die in a deep, needy moan. Both girls gawk. 'What the—?' Jill stammers. Alex stays bold. 'Just helping out. You want new experiences before the ring, right? And you,' she nods at Jill, 'wanna see her happy. Let me lead a tantric session—quick, naughty secret. Your 'single and savage' last hurrah to giggle about later.' Gianna eyes her speechless friend. Jill shrugs. 'Beats tying the knot wondering 'what if' forever.' She adds, 'Safer here with a pro than some dive-bar disaster.' Gianna nods, game on. Alex teases Gianna's clit with feather-light strokes. The bride arches, moaning like she's hit the jackpot. Jill watches, tongue flicking her lips hungrily. Alex grabs Jill's hand, plants it right on Gianna's slick, throbbing pussy. No hesitation—Jill dives in, rubbing that wet heat like she's starved for it. But tantric's just warming up. Sure, it's the bride's big de-stress day, but Jill's getting her rocks off too—nobody leaves this table hanging.