"C'mon, sugar, let's get something cold on that cheek of yours," Marie said, holding her hand for Trish to take, leading her to the kitchen for some 'ice therapy'.
"Bitch caught you good," Marie observed as she placed an ice pack gently onto Trish's left cheek, the bruising starting to show the early signs of yellowing and swelling.
"Yeah, sucker-punched me, the skank," Trish replied with a chuckle.
Lifting the ice pack from Trish's cheek, Marie leaned in to look closer at the bruise, turning Trish to a more favorable light, to do so.
"Oh, babygirl, that's gonna' hurt for a few days, I'm afraid," Marie said after looking closely, then, kissing it, gently, sweetly, compassionately, "Sorry that had to happen to you last night."
"Thanks, Marie," Trish said with a smile, working her jaw muscles, gently, trying to gauge her pain level as she reapplied the ice pack, wincing from the tenderness of the bruise.
"Come on, hit the hot tub with me," Marie said, taking Trish's hand in hers, "You need to relax for a while, let your adrenalin get back under control."
Stopping in the living room, just off the patio that housed the pool/tub area, Trish slipped out of her clothes to join Marie in the tub. She noticed but, made no comment, that Ellie and Jen had sorta' paired off, in private conversation on one of the couches. On another couch, Pauli and Flo had done the same, Pauli's eyes darting between Flo's face and her bared breasts.
Inside of her head, Trish just smiled...
"Here, sit here, next to me," Marie said with a beaming smile as Trish entered the tub, sliding over on her seat to make room for Trish.
The water felt great, Trish thought, as she sank herself into the bubbling froth, sinking to the bottom for a second or two, the warmth easing her soreness.
"You're right, this feels wonderful," Trish observed as she took her seat next to Marie.
"Momma knows best," Marie said with a laugh, "I've had my share of bumps and bruises since I've been bartending."
They spent a short while with 'bar-war' stories, Marie thrilled to learn that Trish was an owner and therefore understood the tribulations of the business.
"We're normally a quiet club, by strip club standards, anyway," Marie said as she leaned her head against the tub's edge, letting her body 'float' away from her, "But, those two? Almost a guarantee that there'll be problems; In fact, the owners are thinking about 86'ing them from the place."
"Probably should if they're trouble makers," Trish replied, her eyes taking in Marie's floating nakedness, admiring her flat stomach and perky tits.
Bringing her body back into a sitting position, Marie turned when she felt Trish's fingertips rubbing her shoulder, then moving to her neck, softly squeezing it between her fingers.