Author's Note
Risk Versus Reward is a prequel to Girl Friday and focuses on the story of Karin, the 'H.R. Lady' who provided Charlotte's rather unique interview experience when she was hired. You do not need to read Girl Friday to understand what's going on in Risk Versus Reward. But if you enjoy this story, Girl Friday should most definitely be on your reading list.
When we last left our heroine Karin in chapter 3, the reason for The Academy's existence has been revealed and all of the students have been asked to make a big decision. They can either take a generous scholarship to a mainstream school of their choice, or continue their non-traditional education and become part of Dr. Moreau's submissive dating pool.
I hope you enjoy Karin's continuing story.
WaxPhilosophic
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Chapter 5: Decisions Decisions
"Let's go take a shower," Desi said.
"Seriously?" I gave her a sideways look of indignation, which let me tell you is not an easy thing to pull off when you're both standing around butt-ass naked. "Seriously, Desi? We've got the rest of the day off and you want to take a shower? We already had one after calisthenics."
"Yeah we did," she said, and then leaned close to whisper in my ear. "But that was for getting clean."
"And this one ...?"
Desi just took me by the hand and tugged me along behind her. She giggled most of the way.
The showers down by the pool were much different than the utilitarian ones attached to the gymnasium. These were way swankier, and to make things even more exciting they opened onto the garden. Not like right onto the garden, they were up above slightly on a wide stone ledge so that the water that ran out of the showers cascaded to a pool below before draining away to some unseen reclamation area. The side effect was that anyone out enjoying the garden could easily peer up and be an audience to someone's shower. And I think that's precisely why Desi chose it.
"People can see us, you know," I said.
"Mmm-hmm." She reached over to twist the faucet, causing a gentle cascade to flow from the massive elliptical shower head above. The thing was so huge that it easily covered both of us. Desi took me in her arms and placed her open mouth on my neck, engulfing my tender flesh and painting intricate designs on it with her tongue.
I shuddered.
"We should have invited Jordan and Shauna," I said as Desi started long slow strokes with her tongue that nearly brought me to my knees.
"I couldn't find Jordan," she whispered, "And I didn't think Shauna would be too much fun on her own, so I didn't look real hard for her."
Desi was outlining my ear now with her tongue and I was finding it to be a challenge to reply. "That's -- that's not very nice."
"Probably not," she agreed, and then proceeded to press two of her fingers against the wetness between my thighs.
I soon forgot all about Shauna and cupped Desi's ass in my hands as she pressed into me. Desi has a marvelous ass. I thought my ass was pretty nice, it's nice and tight and hard because I run fairly regularly, but Desi had this amazing heart-shaped ass that just screamed to be touched. And touch it I did. As Desi played a little tune of lust with her fingers slowly squelching in and out of my sex, I squeezed and kneaded that beautiful ass of hers. Well, that and I looked around at the crowd we seemed to be drawing.
There had to be five or six others down below watching -- a few naked babes like us, a pair of lab coat girls and one instructor I think. They were sort of coming and going, stopping for a peek along their garden stroll and then moving on. A couple days ago I would have been positively mortified by this. Today however, I was more concerned with how I was going to return the favor to Desi. She really had me revved up.
"Mmm," I moaned into her mouth as I kissed her.
"I know Karin," she teased. "I'll take care of you, don't worry."
"Mmm, I wanna do you too."
"You'll get your chance."
Desi was blessed with some amazingly dexterous fingers. She was filling me with two fingers and rubbing in just the perfect spot -- not too hard, not too soft -- while her thumb made these agonizing little forays against my clit. It wasn't a determined rubbing like she wanted to push me off the edge of the cliff just yet, it was more of a leisurely Sunday drive sort of thing -- going slow, taking in all the sights.
And speaking of taking in the sights, we had attracted a few more spectators since the last time I had separated my mouth from Desi's long enough to take a look around. People were stopping and staring now, probably because I was starting to get vocal. Not screaming, mostly a rhythmic grunting -- a sort of animal-like sound that I didn't even know I possessed. I felt my nipples tightening almost to the point of discomfort. I clenched around Desi's fingers.
I think she took that as an invitation to stop holding back. I didn't know she was holding back, until she wasn't anymore. I tried to kiss Desi again, but couldn't keep my mouth on hers -- my body had decided it was more important to breathe. I was pulling air in great heaving gasps as Desi filled me with those two magic fingers of hers and then decided to add a third.
"Fuck, Des."
She said nothing in response, and in all honesty I couldn't fault her on that. She was busy. Seeing that I was unable to maintain a lip-lock, Desi had sent her mouth wandering all over my neck. As if the sensations between my thighs were not enough, I now had a tickling tongue to contend with. I shuddered and bucked my hips. Desi had managed to sneak another finger in there sometime when I was not entirely coherent -- which was pretty much the last twenty minutes unless of course I'd lost my sense of time. I'd already lost my power of speech, so why not?
