Stressed Out Bride

Jill drags Gianna through the parlor doors like she owns the place, still hammering on about DJs and seating charts. Gianna's face is tight. She keeps shaking her head, swearing they have no time. Alex steps up to greet them and gets halfway through her polite spiel before Gianna tries to cut the whole thing off. Jill just laughs. 'Ignore her. She's been acting like a damn lunatic.' Gianna fires back, 'Yeah? What about you obsessing over the DJ's damn haircut?' Their eyes lock. Jill never breaks the stare with Alex. 'As you can see, she's about to blow. She needs this. Can you help?' Alex nods once. Gianna warns that if she's getting naked on that table, Jill's staying inside to keep her from losing her shit. 'Fine,' Jill says. 'Fine,' Gianna snaps. Both of them crack up. Alex walks them back and points at Gianna's clothes. The bride-to-be freezes. 'My clothes? I figured it'd be shoulders or something. I've got too much to handle.' Jill shoots Alex a look that says stand down. She pulls Gianna aside, voice low but firm. 'I booked you the works. This is exactly why you're wired tighter than piano wire. Strip, lie down, breathe.' Gianna mutters about the day being shot, but the resistance is cracking. She asks for privacy. Jill snorts. 'I've watched you change in and out of a hundred dresses.' Gianna shoots her a smirk, peels off everything, climbs onto the table. Alex starts working the shoulders, but Gianna's still barking orders to hurry up. Jill keeps telling her to shut up and relax. Eventually the bride sighs, admits the knots are real. Alex trades glances with Jill. 'A miracle,' Jill says, palms up. Alex's hands slide lower, cupping the curve of Gianna's ass, kneading. Gianna's eyes snap open. 'What the hell are you doing?' Alex keeps her tone even: full-body work. Jill tries to soothe but Alex notices the maid-of-honor's rigid posture and offers a quick shoulder rub on the house. A minute later Alex returns to the table, rolls Gianna onto her back, and asks gentle questions about the wedding. The bride caves, confessing she's having doubts. Jill gasps. Alex presses, learns Gianna never slept with anyone but her high-school fiancé. She offers a one-time tantric session, something clean and private before the vows. Gianna looks at Jill. Jill shrugs, says the 'what if' would chew at her worse after the wedding. They agree. Alex's fingers find Gianna's clit and stroke slow, patient circles. The bride arches, moans. Jill licks her lips. Alex guides Jill's trembling hand between Gianna's thighs and the maid of honor rubs harder, slick and eager. Breaths turn ragged. The air thickens. There's more planned for both of them before they leave, and Alex intends to collect.