It had been a little over two months since Liz had her first little outing with Jim and his amazing monster cock, and they had filled every opportunity they had with sex. Jim had really gotten the hang of things now, and boy was he good. Liz always felt like an instrument in the hands of a master musician whenever he fucked her, because he always hit all the right spots. Today though, she had something special lined up for him.
"Hey sexy!" the girl cooed from the entryway.
"Hey beautiful!" Liz replied back.
In walked her friend Samantha, a spliced just like her, but a snake instead of a rabbit. She was covered from head to toe in dark green scales, with a lighter colored lime green set along the underside of her jaw running down to between her legs and continuing from there down her short but thick tail, which twitched slightly whenever a cold breeze from the fans grazed her. Despite the scales, she had vibrant red hair, which contrasted rather well with her greens. She was dressed warmly despite the warm evening air, primarily to keep herself from going into hibernation shock, something that can happen when a cold-blooded spliced loses too much body heat and they pass out.
"So where is the lucky guy?" Sam asked while looking around the main gym floor. "I can't wait to meet the man who can satisfy your needs and not have died of loss of body fluids by this point."
"Hardy har har, Sam. I don't jump his bones every day, just a few times a week. Anyways, he'll be here soon. He works late and it takes him a few to get here."
"What was it he did again? Something with computers right?"
"He works as an IT consultant. He says working out after listening to all the crap he has to throughout the week really relaxes him, and then there's also our personal favorite pastime to add to that now."
"Did you tell him what to expect tonight?" Sam asked with a slight cock of her head.
"Only that I had a friend who was a licensed masseuse who could give him a deep tissue massage as a favor to me. Nothing more."
"Oh he has no idea what he's in for" Sam giggled.
They chatted for a few more minutes before Sam went to set up her stuff in the designated room while they waited for Jim to arrive. She set up the table and put a fresh sheet over it, grabbed a towel and set it on the table, and then set out her assorted oils. Everything was in place, except the client. Jim was about to get the best massage he'd ever had, he just didn't know it yet.
Jim rolled in about ten minutes after Sam, his shoulders stiff and his head throbbing from dealing with work. He saw Liz before she saw him, and when he opened the door he whistled at her to get her attention. She looked over at him and smiled in that friendly but knowing way, and he wondered just what her friend was like. He figured it was probably some burly male masseuse who knew how to work out all her kinks, both muscle and sexual. He wasn't expecting the scaly green redhead that popped up beside him and gave him a playful bite on his right arm.
"Shit!" Jim exclaimed as he jumped in surprise. "I didn't even see you there."
"Well you know what they say, 'If it was a snake...'." She said before trailing off.
Liz groaned loudly in mock pain before thumping her head on the front counter as Sam laughed.
"Could you have picked a worse joke?" Liz groaned, her face still on the countertop.
"That joke was gold and you know it."