Slippery Squeeze
First Encounter
You walk into one wagon whose sign clearly denotes it as 'The Slippery Squeeze'. It’s one of the largest contraptions in the bazaar, and with your first step inside you can see why. It’s built like a regular business, with a lobby in the front and numerous oak doors that lead to back rooms. The walls are painted a soothing salmon color and a purple, fringed rug covers the wood floor. It feels soft under your feet after so much walking, letting you loosen up and relax. Incense burns on the counter, filling the air with strange, fragrant aromas that tickle at your nose.
A short, bunny-eared clerk leans on the counter, batting long eyelashes at you as you approach. The rabbit is wearing a gauzy, sheer pink top and lots of make-up that accentuates her plump, red lips and curvy, cute features. She doesn’t have much in the chest department, but she’s unmistakably cute. You ask the little miss what kind of services this place offers, and she responds by covering her mouth with her hand and giggling girlishly.
It takes her a few moments for her to get over her humor, but she brushes a hand through her silken hair and replies, “Oh, I’m sorry if I gave the wrong impression mister, but I’m not a girl at all. I’m definitely a male - I just love looking cute and fuckable! You’ve got to admit I’m a pretty hot little package!” To emphasize 'his' point, the bunny-boy twirls in place, and you notice that all he wears below the waist is a tight, package-hugging thong. His tail twitches happily from exhibiting himself so, but he doesn’t seem to be too aroused yet.
Before you can comment on his odd mannerisms, he titters, “You’re in 'The Slippery Squeeze', though some have called us 'The Happiest Ending' after a nice, HARD massage.” The long-eared bunny-trap licks his gloss-coated lips enticingly before continuing. “We specialize in salty oil rubs and the complete release of all your tensions. It’s very therapeutic, both for the customer and the masseuse. We specialize in creating our own, in-house massage lotions that are sure to make the tension ooze from your pores.”
Is he implying what you think? It sounds like the gist of his entire speech is that they use cum for massage oil and specialize in getting everyone involved to orgasm. The bunny hops and demurely introduces himself. “My name is Joey; just ask for me or my lovely assistant Sara if you ever want a rub-down.”
“I told you I’m not working until you give me a raise! Do the damned massages yourself!” echoes a voice from the back.
Joey blushes and apologies. “I guess I’m the only one available for now.”