Housewife Needing Bolstering

Savannah Bond shows up ready for her usual rubdown, but her regular guy's out of town. She tells the fill-in girl, Scarlett Sage, her whole body's aching. The old routine worked for a bit, then everything tensed back up. Scarlett figures a bolster massage could get at Savannah's back better, so she hauls one out and has her climb on. While her hands sink deep, Scarlett starts fishing—asks about Savannah's home life, work, the usual drill. Savannah swears she's not lifting anything heavy, so it can't be the housework. That leaves only one possibility: bottled-up nerves. Pressed a little more, Savannah drops the bomb: she's been doubting her whole marriage and, yeah, she's been questioning if she's into guys at all. Letting it fester, she figures, is what's killing her back. Scarlett smirks and tells her flat-out—a fast, dirty romp with another woman would flush the doubt right out. Savannah hesitates, but Scarlett promises she'll feel lighter than she's been in months. Savannah gives in, peels off her clothes, and lets Scarlett climb on top for the lesson she never knew she wanted.