Repaying The Favor

Charlotte Stokely's kicking back in her living room, feet up, when the doorbell buzzes. She hops up, swings the door open, and there's this hot stranger, Jamie Michelle, clutching a garment bag like it's her lifeline. They start chatting, and boom—mix-up at the dry cleaners. Both use the same spot, swapped bags by accident. Jamie's playing the hero, dropping off Charlotte's stuff to set it right. Charlotte's all smiles, thanking her profusely, and insists she come inside for a sec. They get comfy, talking easy, and Charlotte spots the peek of lacy goodness in Jamie's bag. 'Damn, that's some killer lingerie,' she says with a wink. Jamie blushes hard, owning up that she's just getting it cleaned and tucked away—hasn't seen much action lately, if you catch my drift. But Charlotte clocks it right away: Jamie's wound up tighter than a drum, probably starving for some real relief. As a pro masseuse, Charlotte jumps in, 'Hey, let me work out those knots for you—call it payback for the clothes swap.' Jamie hesitates, face flushing deeper, but hell, she nods and slides right into it. Charlotte's hands get to work, sliding oil over Jamie's back, kneading deep into those tense spots, and shit escalates quick. Fingers trail lower, breaths get heavy—Charlotte's sure now the dry spell's the real culprit behind all that stiffness. Time to fix it proper, with a little hands-on therapy that'll leave them both grinning like fools.