Third person POV
After a rejuvenating nap, Alice and Harper woke up to the alarm. Both were feeling their muscles even sorer than before, but their minds were refreshed.
They walked slowly to the massage salon and, just as Liam had ntioned, as soon as Harper showed the card, they were attended to imdiately.
Not only that, the entire staff mobilized and, though Harper didn’t know it, they called the best masseuse on the cruise, Narcy, to take care of them.
They were led to a private suite filled with the soothing scent of eucalyptus and sandalwood. Soft, ambient music played as Narcy, a woman with kind eyes and an aura of calm competence, greeted them.
The woman gestured for them to disrobe and lie face down on the two adjacent tables, covered with soft sheets.
As they slipped out of their clothes, a wave of self-consciousness washed over them. The evidence of the previous night was starkly visible on their skin in the dim, warm light. Love bites adorned the curve of Harper’s shoulder and the small of Alice’s back .
On the perfect, peachy curve of Harper’s left buttock, the faint but unmistakable outline of a large, masculine handprint was visible in a faint blush of purple. It was a stark, possessive signature left by Liam.
Alice was even worse, her perfect ass was full of marks of the spanking she received on her butt last night.
Narcy, however, was the picture of professionalism. If she noticed the marks, she gave no indication. Her deanor remained respectful and focused solely on her craft.
She began with Harper, her strong, skilled hands worked the tension out of Harper’s body with a firm, steady pressure, kneading away the deep-seated ache until Harper lted into the table with a soft, contented sigh.
The massage really worked to alleviate all muscular pain, and it was so good. Her pussy was naturally still sore, but she felt so much better.
Then she would move to the lower parts of the mature woman’s body.
Narcy poured a generous amount of essential oils into her palms, warming it for a mont before she began to smooth it over the expanse of Harper’s lower back and the full, generous curves of her buttocks.
Her touch was thodical and firm, a clinical application that should have felt impersonal, but Harper’s breath hitched nonetheless.
The oil glead on her skin, highlighting the faint, purpling handprint that marked her. Narcy’s thumbs worked in deep, circular motions along the muscles framing her spine.
She then moved outward, kneading the tense globes of her huge ass with a steady, therapeutic pressure. She also applied so ointnt to the hand marks on Harper’s ass to help with faster recovery.
She did this anywhere she saw bruises or injuries.
After thoroughly working the large muscle groups, Narcy moved down. Her strong hands gripped the tops of Harper’s thick thighs, and she began to work her way down towards Harper’s knees with long, gliding strokes.
Harper let out a long, slow breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. The deep, muscular agony was receding, leaving behind a profound sense of relief.
Moving to Alice, Narcy’s approach shifted subtly. Alice’s body was like a sculptor’s masterpiece, long, lean, and elegantly defined.
"You really must be the envy of all girls on this cruise; you don’t have even an ounce of unnecessary fat," Nancy comnted with a neutral tone, as she worked on the girl’s back.
She could feel Alice was feeling too embarrassed, so it would be good to give her so complints for her to feel better.
Continuing, Nancy used long, gliding strokes along the length of her limbs and back, stretching and releasing the tension, bringing warmth and pliability back to her graceful form.
Slowly, Alice began feeling a little less ashad and the massage was too good for her to focus on anything else.
For over an hour, Narcy worked on them in silence, broken only by the occasional sigh of relief. When she finally finished, she draped a fresh, warm towel over each of them.
"Take your ti getting up," Narcy said softly before quietly leaving the room.
Alone again, Harper and Alice slowly sat up, taking their ti to dress. "I’m feeling so much better," Harper murmured as she slipped on her shirt.
"Yes..." Alice agreed in a drowsy voice. "If I’d known it would be this good, I wouldn’t have wasted an hour sleeping."
"So, what do you want to do now?" Harper asked, adjusting her clothes.
"Let’s go back to our room. We can talk, watch a movie, and relax. I still want to rest. Besides, I don’t think Liam will have any ti for us today."
Harper gave an understanding smile. "Yeah, he said he’ll probably be working all day." She showed Alice the ssage Liam had sent her.
They stepped out of the massage room, their bodies still loose and warm, but were surprised when they reached the reception area.
The waiting lounge was full of people, and the receptionist was explaining to a newly arrived girl that the waiting list was already packed.
"The soonest we can fit you in will be in two days," the receptionist apologized politely.
Alice blinked in surprise and leaned close to Harper, whispering, "Wait, how did we manage to skip such a huge line?"
"Oh, that was thanks to a woman called Lee Hua, I think..." Harper explained with uncertainty. "She gave Liam a card, and Liam passed it on to us. I just showed it to the receptionist and she found ti for us."
"Really? Show ." Alice stretched out her hand curiously.
Harper took the sleek card from her wallet and handed it over. At first glance, it looked elegant and luxurious, frad with silver edges.
But aside from Lee Hua’s na and her professional phone number, there wasn’t much on it. The only detail that stood out was a finely detailed dragon etched across the background, an intricate design that looked more like a personal seal than company branding.
Alice turned it over several tis, but there was nothing in it. But more importantly, she naturally rembered the na ’Lee Hua’.
"It’s strange," she comnted, telling her mom about how she t Lee Hua.
I wonder who is this woman? Alice asked herself. She was probably important, given the luxurious room she got then, and how her card held power.
Well, it was not really her problem, but maybe the information could be useful to Liam, so she told him by ssage.
Receiving the ssage and rembering what she had talked about with Lee Hua, he just assud that she was the head of the staff, or maybe the owner of the cruise or sothing like that.
She didn’t seem to hold any malice at him, so it was probably not that important, but it was better to be careful not to anger her unnecessarily.
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