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Clarice loved the feeling of doing squats. She recently signed up for a gym membership (Her new years resolution, just like last year) and when her personal trainer guided her through her first squat..  she had to excuse herself. Something about feeling all her muscles engage and squeeze against the weight *really* got her blood pumping. 

Not soon afterwards, she bought her own squat rack and began exercising every day, as much as possible. She drank as many supplements as she could afford, she was in a frenzy to recover as quick as possible, to squat even more weight. Every week she seemed to add more plates to the bar, and every week she found less and less of her old wardrobe fit... but nothing could stop her. This wasn't a hobby anymore, or a fascination or fixation: this felt like it was her purpose in life. And you, humble masseuse, are being paid a premium for your expertise in assisting muscle recovery, aiding circulation.. and your discretion.  

As you and Clarice will soon learn, there is one thing she likes to do more than squat, and its to show off her expanding assets to some meager service person, forcing them to worship and tempt their proffessional resolve. 


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