How to make Abs of Steel [Stick & Kyoko]

[thesteedman]

Today was a Stick day. That was Anya's logic at least. As much as she did not mind being around Stone and looking after the giant of a woman, every now and again, it was nice to have some me time. She had left Stone at home, knowing she would be fine there for the majority of the day. She was not completely incapable after all, she just got lost and confused a little too easily. At home, Stone might knock over a few things here and there, but Stick had prepared everything for her from prepared meals and plenty of entertainment. It allowed Stick the freedom of this day she had booked... a full evening at the spa. It was an expensive one to be certain, of the highest quality.

Stick had spent most the day going through the facilities, having enjoyed a long bath in the indoor springs, whilst spending time in the sauna as well as going through various meditating areas to bring calm. She was clad in little more than a two piece black bikini outfit, wearing a strapless top provided by the spa facility itself and matching bottoms that hugged her figure. She had a dressing gown to wear and a towel when going through the heated and soft cushioned corridors between each of the rooms and activities. After doing a bit of yoga, Stick decided it was time to get a massage. Approaching one of the massage areas, she hung up her dressing gown, showing off her stunning figure.

Despite not being a fighter like Stone, Anya... or Stick as she had come to be nicknamed was a marvel of a woman. She was thin to be sure, but not overly so. She looked after her body rather well, eating a healthy diet and getting plenty of workout, often joining Stone when the giant of a woman did her own hard routine. As such, Stick had an amazing midriff. Despite being hated by fans in the ring, none could deny Stick was a beauty to behold. Her hair was straight and long, deep red in colour. Her skin was smooth and well maintained. Her midriff was simply to die for, well defined and surprisingly toned. Wrapping a towel around her bikini clad form, the manager of Stone entered the massage room.

There was no one there for now, but a message outside addressed that someone would come soon. The ground was cushioned and heated, with scented candles and incense sticks in small alters in the wall. The lighting was soothing, and soft instrumental music played. There was a small cabinet off to the side that no doubt had oils and massage creams. Walking barefoot into the centre, Stick lay down on her front for now upon the cushioned ground. On its own it was a quiet and soothing location, but it was not what Stick was here for. Her body needed a good massage to loosen some of those knots of tension she had been carrying.

Soon enough, she heard the door open and close as another entered. No doubt it was her masseuse...
"About time! This place is not cheap you know... I've been here for twenty minutes losing out on all the experiences; I expect that to be added onto my massage time!" Stick lied, though very convincingly. That usual attitude of hers certainly needed some work. Even without Stone present it seemed she was all too capable of being a bitch still.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick's visitor stepped in quietly but was still noticed, however all she did was bow to the customer apologetically. "I'm so sorry for the wait, we had a busier day than expected but that's still no excuse. As a token to you for your patience you have my word you won't leave here until we have thoroughly satisfied your needs." She said before she stepped in closer, still slow and taking her time. Soon enough she was right next to Anya, her eyes glancing over the body of the very fit and mouthy manager in front of her.

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"Please tell me all that you would like so that I may begin." The masseuse, or more appropriately Kyoko Akan asked the so far unsuspecting Stick. She had done nothing to obscure her face besides avoid eye contact with her and look meek and apologetic, her voice was softer and gentle to capture the image of someone who seemed completely harmless and thankfully this outfit did much to hide the fact that she was fit much like Stick. Kyoko had decided to play a game, how long would it take this blow hard to figure out who she was?

[thesteedman]

Stick managed a sly smile. She had only been there about a minute or two, and it looked like she was able to lie convincingly as the masseuse offered to make up for the lack of punctuality.
"Hmm... Alright. I suppose I am nothing if not forgiving and patient. If you do a good job I won't launch a complaint." Stick would mention. It was only now that Stick would glance upon the woman who had entered. She did not get a full look as the woman was not making eye contact with her as she began to set up. She wore a very traditional Japanese Kimono style outfit, all flowers and colourful in design, with long hair and a somewhay shy stance. What little Stick saw of her face, she looked to be beautiful, but given her position she did not manage to get a good look, and so just focused on trying to relax.

"I've had a few lower back issues, so... I wouldn't mind a little work there. My right shoulder is f*cked too... and... well I read that it was good for the spirit and chi to get a stomach massage in a magazine. I've never had one before, so maybe some work on my stomach too? If you do a good job.. who knows... I might give a tip and a good review... maybe..." Stick described in a nonchalant manner, waving her hand a little as she did so. It was then Stick suddenly sat up a little, pushing against her arms and resting on her elbows whilst she was on her front.

"How does this work? Do you have to sit on me whilst this happens?.. Am I in the right position?" Stick would add, her personality shifting and showing a little crack at the seams as she had a little blush at the notion of the mysterious masseuse stradling her.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick would have much to complain about after today, Kyoko would make sure of that. While she explained her problem, Kyoko listened and let herself think about all of the things she could do now. She really lit up when she mentioned a stomach massage and now Kyoko knew she had to go ahead and start before she did something to give herself away. Kyoko lightly laughed off the questions brought to her and would stand beside Stick before she placed a hand down on her lower back.

"You're fine ma'am. Right now it seems most of your problems can be dealt with if we do you're back first and go from there. After that we can do your stomach and anything else you'll want next. All you need to do is lay down and relax." Kyoko said. If she complied she would gently move a hand down to Stick's lower back She would start things gentle, knowing that even if she was trying to help her she would have to get rough anyway, right now only focused on getting her to relax since her guard was dropped.

[thesteedman]

Stick flinched at first, a little drop in her armour when she felt a soft and warm had slowly glide down her exposed lower back. It had been a long time since she last let anyone really touch her, especially in a manner such as this. There was a small amount of oils upon the hand of Kyoko, leaving an alluring sheen upon Anya's skin. The muscles in her back felt tense, but Kyoko began to work her magic upon her. It was only a few seconds before Stick could not help but gasp out loud, feeling the soothing touch and massage against her stiff lower back. She slowly seemed to relax more, closing her eyes softly as Kyoko went to work, oblivious of what was in store for her.

It was something of a shame that Stick had such a foul personality, as Kyoko could see the Manager of Stone was actually a remarkably beautiful woman to behold. She possessed natural beauty, her hair having a near unnatural red hue that gave her an exotic appearance. Her body was alarmingly well defined for someone who did not fight or wrestle... suggesting that Stick still looked after herself and no doubt at least went to the gym, even if she was useless at throwing a punch. Kyoko was gifted with a sight of her marvel of a body, clad in little more than a two piece bikini. It was just a shame that the entire illusion was easily shattered the moment Anya opened her mouth. She never had anything nice to say it seemed! Kyoko was all too aware of her reputation, as well as what she was capable of!

[Fairy Dragon]

Kyoko was slowly easing her way under any suspicions from the manager who was relaxing in front of her and getting less alarmed when Kyoko started to tease the skin of the toned manager. By the time Anya had closed her eyes, Kyoko seemed to have everything in hand, slowly bringing her into a sense of safety and security while she felt out just how tough she was. Kyoko knew Stick to be a coward for how much she hid behind her wrestlers, that was a feeling that had grown to irritate the Queen since her profession called for some backbone and if Stick couldn't learn to do anything for herself she would have to learn that running her mouth had consequences.

It made it easier knowing that she had a good body and not just a sexy one, she felt out the tension in her back and would press down extra hard whenever she was feeling something, but her aggressiveness didn't tip off Anya yet who seemed to be enjoying it since it was working. After a few minutes she would slowly move her hands up and across her back before going to Anya's shoulders, an actual massage would have taken longer to do this but since it seemed Stick didn't know that Kyoko was confident she could get away with speeding up the process and pretend she was trying to get to everything bothering her faster.

[thesteedman]

"Whoa... easy... easy!" Stick would complain when Kyoko began to move towards her shoulders, the blazing red haired beauty turning slightly to almost catch sight of who was the one behind her current massage.
"Your clubby hands are crushing my shoulders! I thought this was supposed to be a massage! Softer... more relaxing..." Stick would add, her tone firm and demanding. If only she had known who was in the room with her, she might have been a bit kinder with her words. As it was, her tone was condecending as always. Had Kyoko been an actual worker in this place, no doubt she could have been upset by now given the clear tone and bullying tactics of the women in her 'care'.

Stick shook her head, clearly looking displeased, though in truth Kyoko did not do anything wrong. No doubt this was just Stick being awkward on purpose, no doubt looking to try and give any excuse to get a discount or even more time that is supposed to be alloted. She was a schemer at the best of times, and Kyoko was no doubt beginning to see just how the red haired beauty worked, even without Stone in the vacinity.
"Hurry it up will you. Is it time for the stomach massage yet?" Stick would add, making Kyoko wonder if Stick was even capable of relaxing at all.

[Fairy Dragon]

Stick was a complainer, the kind of person that made Kyoko glad she didn't make this job her true profession. She was not a people person and dealing with people acting like this would end up getting her fired from every massage parlor in the entire country. Since she didn't need to worry about keeping her job, it actually made it easier to keep up her facade after almost being caught when Stick looked up. "I was only getting to the muscles as best I can, apologies if there was a bit of discomfort." Kyoko said. Her face was no longer gentle since Stick wasn't looking at it, she might have even felt her eye twitch in annoyance while keeping her tone the same.

"I'll get to that in a second...Just wait a second." Kyoko said before going back to the shoulder and pushing down deep to see if it was actually hurt, and working on it for about a minute before she would smirk and grab her sides so she could gently roll her over so that she was on her back. From there her hands would place themselves right on her stomach and give it a light squeeze. "Is this what you were looking forward to?" Kyoko asked, grinning.

[thesteedman]

Stick winced a little, as it seemed Kyoko had actually found a knot of tension in it. Kyoko went to work, her fingers digging in deep for a soft tissue massage. It was enough to drop Stick's guard as she began to relax once more, with Kyoko working the muscles of her shoulders deep. In truth, it actually felt good for Stick, who was unaware of the issues she was bearing until now.
"W... whatever..." Stick would mutter, not exactly an apology for her own brashness, but at least she was at ease now. Kyoko spent a good few minutes on her shoulder, massaging away Stick's woes, knowing full well by now that Stick could not possibly suspect who she was.

It was only now that Kyoko would slowly get one step closer to her ploy, guiding Stick firmly to spin around and lie on her back. Stick flinched a little, as Kyoko's warm hands began to slide over her bare stomach, her fingers massaging against her washboard abs, squeezing her belly. Stick was not used to such attention, a little blush appearing upon her cheeks as her eyes remained closed.
"I... I'm not sure. I've never had this done before." Stick whispered, feeling hands place firmly against her washboard abs, fingers slowly digging into her bare stomach. It was only now that she decided to open her eyes... before an expression of fear and concern spread upon her otherwise alluring features.

"K... Kyoko?!" Stick whispered in alarm, as her body tensed up a little. Kyoko by now was straddling over her hips, her hands upon her alluring and well defined midriff. Stick had nowhere to go right now, and she felt dread build up within her knowing how badly she had been treating what she thought was a masseuse.
"I uhh... Um... Hello Kyoko. I didn't... know you were a masseuse." Stick whispered, an edge of fear in her quiet tone as she tried to play things casually.

[Fairy Dragon]

The manager's abs were rather firm and tight for someone who never got in the ring, like the rest of her she was in great shape. That made this easier for her and would be more enjoyable after what she wanted to do. She was mostly waiting for the Stick to figure out who she was and continued to aggressively rub her body until those eyes opened up, and to her surprise her face seemed to instantly turn to shock and fear as she saw who it was. She knew what kind of trouble she could be with the Belly Queen and Kyoko's smirk only grew with this knowledge.

"I just started, and might not last long depending on what I do tonight." Kyoko said, now using her actual voice since she was no longer pretending to be passive, or a masseuse. Her hands started to push down on Sticks stomach to give her an idea of what her future was looking like before they got started. "You know, I really hate the kind of manager who comes out and talks a lot of shit behind a musclehead they use for their own gain. If you want to come near a wrestling and act like a big shot, you should be prepared to get in yourself and walk the walk. Know anyone like that? Don't they just make you want to rip their guts out?" Kyoko said, her hand pressing down harder with her fingers starting to slowly dig into Stick's belly. She was being pretty clear about who she was talking about and making Stick wonder how bad this was going to be before she even started to throw a punch.