Risk Versus Reward Ch 07

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.

Karin's previous day's adventures were spent in The Academy's gardens with a game of hide and seek, and a see who comes first demonstration with Mistress Nguyen. It was after these antics that Karin affirmed her decision that Lesbian Hogwarts as she called it, was indeed the place for her. Though others like Jordan and Shauna were far more tempted by the generous scholarship offering and decided to depart for a more traditional education. In this chapter we catch up with her the next morning.

I hope you enjoy Karin's continuing story.

WaxPhilosophic

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Chapter 7: Morning Routine

Last night's sleeping arrangements were the same as always for Desi and me, with the harem-style one-bed-to-rule-them-all that we shared with the other girls. Well, all of the girls except those who had decided to go with the part-time track. They were occupying the bunk beds next door as directed by the flat-panel monitors outside. The animations were campy as always with a lab coat-clad girl shuffling off to retire in the racks while a pair of naked bouncy cartoon girls, positively skipping off hand-in-hand into the room, settled onto the large communal bed.

Yesterday's big decision pretty well split our group in half with seven of the girls choosing to join the lab coat corps, leaving eight of us to share the massive bed and luxury accommodations this evening. We had also lost a couple more like Jordan and Shauna to the temptation of the twenty-thousand dollar scholarship. I couldn't blame them. I didn't hold any grudges even though I knew I would miss waking up in the middle of the night to Jordan's skilled tongue tickling me between the thighs, so I wished her and quiet cousin Shauna a fond farewell.

Those of us remaining in the harem bed just lounged around, which I guess is pretty harem-like behavior, though I'm not an expert. There was no TV or internet in the sleeping areas so that left us with some kissing and fooling around, but mostly the mood was subdued reflection. This was a big decision for everyone here, and though we were under no obligation to finish out our course of study we were reminded that the part-time option was officially closed to us now. We had all taken the big plunge, put all our chips on the table, and it was either see it through to the end or quit and go home.

I spent a lot of time with Desi's head on my chest as we stroked each others hair and discussed the ins and outs of our decision. Several of the other girls, all of whom had seen our antics in the garden, were curious to know if we would be interested in some company. After some discussion between Desi and me we decided that it was fine if they wanted to snuggle up, but we were both too exhausted for anymore fun that evening. So I woke the next day in pretty much the same position as I had fallen asleep, with Desi's head on my chest.

We had settled into daily life at The Academy. Headmistress Hendricks did not pay us any special visit that morning like on our first day, and most of us awakened naturally to the sunshine coming through the large picture windows in the harem room, which consequently I later found out is called an oda -- education here at The Academy is comprehensive. Anyway, I apparently had a little too much wine with dinner last night and awoke to a bladder in urgent need of release and a real disdain for the thought of our morning calisthenics ritual.

After disentangling myself from Desi I made my way to the edge of the bed. Not that I wanted to leave the warmth and security of my Desi-blanket, but I had to pee. And yes, I just made up the word Desi-blanket. As I trotted to the facilities I saw that the two flat-panel monitors in the hall were already displaying animations of our choices for the morning, not that it was much of a choice. It was either breakfast first, then calisthenics or calisthenics first and then breakfast. I already knew that no calisthenics was not a choice. Mistress Nguyen had already drilled that into our heads.

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The toilet facilities were interesting. There were the traditional stalls -- I guess some things still deserve a bit of modesty, even here -- but the rest was all open, including showers and sinks all on one wall and a row of three bidets along another. Like most Americans I was familiar with the concept, but had never actually had the occasion to use one, and they looked a bit intimidating. I think these were from Japan. I had heard once that the Japanese could be very obsessive with high-tech bathroom fixtures and these certainly fit the bill. Each one had a little LCD touch panel that beckoned with full-color animations of the various functions available for my morning routine. So after taking care of my more urgent needs, I spent a good fifteen minutes being blasted in various places with pleasant streams of warm water.

Lesbian Hogwarts has some perks.

"Hey Des, you gotta try this thing," I announced as I watched my bed buddy dragging herself in. "It's like a shower for your lady bits. I feel so

clean

."

"Did you come?" Desi was in a mood I could tell. I hadn't known her all that long -- well, long enough to find myself with her fist in my pussy yesterday, and long enough to know that she's not really a morning person at all. Hence her deadpan comments about the awakening of my latent overactive sex drive this morning did not come as a surprise.

"No dear, I was hoping you would take care of that. Now that I'm all clean for you." I winked at her and she responded by sticking her tongue out at me.

"Breakfast or calisthenics?" I asked as she was outlining my ear with that sarcastic tongue of hers.

"Maybe some yogurt first?" Her voice echoed and bounced around as she enclosed herself in one of the stalls. "Wait for me outside, honey? I'll just be a minute."

"Sure darling," I joked.

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Yogurt is yogurt, lesbian Hogwarts style or not, and there's not much to tell there. But calisthenics -- let me tell you about calisthenics. First of all it was all self-directed this time with little video screens offering a choice of various routines and guiding you through them, so it was way more relaxed than having the P.E. teacher from hell flicking your nipples at every turn. But it was after calisthenics that I found out what the real reward was this morning.

You may recall that our friend Elena, one of the ubiquitous lab coat girls, had described her current course of study as mostly spa type work. Of course she said it with that cute little Eastern European accent that makes me just melt as soon as I hear it. I was really wishing that Elena were here right now, because one of the perks of being on the full-time submissive track was that we got to be the test subjects as the lab coat girls practiced their massage techniques. And if Elena were here I could be relaxing and melting over her sweet

leetle

voice all at the same time.

But as it was I was being face down on a massage table being worked over be a young woman who introduced herself as Carly. She said she was from Edison, New Jersey, but she sure didn't sound like it to me. I guess I get that stereotype from watching too many bad reality shows on cable, but I kept expecting her to say something like,

Hey Pauly, Mikey, get me some more of that fuckin' massage oil, will ya?

But she didn't. She just said things like,

Roll over please,

and

Ooh, you're a little tight here.

And before you go getting any ideas, she was not referring to my lady bits. If she were, I think she would have said,

Ooh, you're a little tight here and yet amazingly clean. Did you have a bidet this morning?

Carly from New Jersey was quite skilled at the art of massage and I asked her how long she had been at it. She told me she had been at The Academy for six months now and had decided to specialize in therapeutic massage almost right away. She told me some other things too, like how massage therapy is different than what a physical therapist does and how she hoped to be board certified by the time she graduated The Academy and that she and some of her classmates had often spoken about opening their own spa together.

I thought about asking her if the spa would include happy endings as she laid hands on me, but I was too mesmerized by her touch. She was good. Did I mention that? Carly found knots in places I didn't even know I had. Probably some long forgotten tension from back in fourth grade when we started learning fractions or something equally traumatic, but it was all easing out of my body and exiting through my fingertips. Carly was big on that.

Visualize all of your tension leaving through your fingertips,

she'd say, and then she tug on my fingertips with her own strong and oiled up fingers. After a while it got to be that I

could

actually feel it leaving. And that got me wondering if anybody ever had their tension leave via their pussy. That would be nice.

Carly never mentioned if she were also enrolled in some kind of psychic mind-reading classes, but I wouldn't be surprised. She seemed to sense my need and as she had me on my stomach working the backs of my thighs, her hands kept wandering higher and higher with each pass.

Oh, Carly!

Finally she was knocking on the door. I let out a long languid sigh as I felt what I think must have been her thumbs brushing up against my opening. It had to be her thumbs, since her oily fingers were still sliding over my thighs. I'd never been fucked with just thumbs before, and I'll never be able to keep a straight face next time I hear somebody use the expression,

you're all thumbs,

because in my book that's not necessarily a bad thing.

Thankfully Carly kept her nails trimmed short. I guess you kind of have to when you're a massage therapist -- particularly when you're the kind who specializes in happy endings. And oh my goodness was this going to be a happy one. As I lay there on my stomach, all naked and oiled up, Carly kept making these runs along the backs of my thighs. She said it was to take some of the tension out of my hamstrings. It worked, but I definitely didn't feel it leaving through my fingertips. It was more like she was moving it up to my pussy to be stored there.

Every run involved some kind of contact, whether it was a thumb parting me to wiggle around inside, or a thumb knocking up against my clit. But the problem was that it was so brief, or maybe that was the point. It felt so good when she rubbed up against me or inside me, and then just like that it was gone again. Not to say that Carly left me hanging, I mean she was still massaging my legs in a very seductive manner and even taking a trip up over my buttocks when she went about sticking her thumbs in my pie. My only problem with it was the pace. It was painfully slow, and thus all the tension being stored in my poor puss.

Oh my goodness was I tense. Every time she plunged into my treasure I shuddered and clenched, as if I could hold her in with the power of my pussy. I did my Kegel exercises every morning like everyone else, but even my superhuman vaginal prowess was not enough to keep her in. So a waited. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly while Carly took her own sweet time running her hands over the backs of my thighs. I pictured her thumbs traveling along my skin, closer and closer to where I wanted them to be. And before I knew it she was there, pressing inside me or knocking up against my clit, or both.

When she was inside I made sure to give her a little pussy hug to let her know I appreciated what she was doing, and after a while she stayed. I don't know if it was because of the hugs or if that had been her plan all along, but Carly kept that thumb of hers buried inside me. I shuddered just a little at that thought, that she was here to stay. And stay she did. Carly, apparently satisfied that my hamstrings were as relaxed as they could be, had move straight into the happy ending phase of today's massage therapy. My patience had paid off.

Carly had me in her grip and quite literally. She had me gripped between her thumb that was buried inside me, and her fingers that rubbed and pressed on the outside making sure she gave attention to one of my favorite parts. She was good, leaving me relaxed but horny as hell at the same time. I felt another shiver course through me and tilted my hips hoping she might get the idea that I was ready to be pushed over the edge. I think she knew, I felt her hot breath on my neck as she bent forward to whisper in my ear.

"Not yet," she said.

What the hell do you mean not yet? Carly, honey, trust me I'm ready.

But she just kept up her agonizing pace, thumbs filling me while her fingers danced over the swollen throbbing nub that was my clit. I bucked against her hands. I was shameless, I didn't care, I needed to come damn it. But Carly kept it just out of reach. She chided me to relax, that all good things would come in time. Or maybe she said all good girls would come in time, I don't know. I just lay there bucking and moaning under her touch hoping for the unattainable, an orgasm by Carly's hand.

Finally I settled down. I stopped trying to force Carly to make me come and forced myself to relax instead. I would get my reward, with Carly's considerable skill I knew that was inevitable. If I could just chill the fuck out and give myself over to her hands I would soon be having the orgasm of my life. It had been building for quite some time now and I knew it was going to be explosive. So I turned my thoughts inward. Instead of thinking about Carly's thumbs I started thinking about my pussy, and the pleasure that was centered there every time she chose to bestow her gifts upon me. I shuddered almost uncontrollably at that point.

I had a track coach who told me once that winning is twenty-percent physical and eighty-percent mental, or maybe it was ten and ninety I don't know. I just know that when I focused all of my mental energy so that it was directed at my pussy -- yeah that's weird, I know becoming one with your genitalia -- but guess what, it fucking worked. Oh did it ever. Playing harmony to the now constant shuddering was a moaning that grew in intensity, so much so that Carly began offering reassurances that I would indeed survive the morning.

"Let it flow through you Karin," she said, like it was some kind of Jedi shit going on between my legs. "Embrace it. Make it yours, you deserve it."

Fuck yeah I did. I let go of my feelings and let the orgasm flow around me and through me. Yeah, I'm fucking Obi-Wan, so sue me, I was coming apart here. I squeezed Carly's thumbs and heard her practically squeal with delight as I knew I just gushed all over her hands.

It felt like several minutes passed before Carly spoke or even moved again. During that time I just lay there prone and heaving. Finally she pulled her magic thumbs out of me and came around to squat at the head of the massage table. I watched her licking her fingers one by one as she addressed me.

"Would you say you feel relaxed, Karin?"

Was she kidding me? Was I really expected to rate her on her happy ending massaging skills? I turned to face her, a big stupid grin stretching over my lips.

"Thank you," I whispered, but apparently not clearly enough that she could hear it. Carly leaned in, probably expecting me to repeat it. I slipped my hand around her neck and kissed her instead. Her lips tasted like my pussy.

Carly stayed with me long enough for me to calm down and clear the fog of lust for her thumbs from my brain. She then reminded me gently that I needed to get going because I didn't want be late for class on my first day.

So that was my morning. How was yours?