By Storm

You wake up to the sound of rain, fully rested. Next to you is a plate of oatmeal, which you consume immediately.

Sitting in front of you is Storm. Under the lights, you can get a much better look at her face. She has a small nose and full lips that express her joy. Her eyes pierce yours.

"Morning" she says, kissing you on the cheek. You feel your heart flutter.

"Sheila is feeling sick today. So I'll be traveling with you in the helicopter. To help with your... ejaculations. "

"Does that mean we get to... fuck?"

"No" she says, coolly. "Your treatments are groping and modelling, and then a manual extraction."

"So that means, I get to..."

"Masturbate to me. You can touch me, and I'll do what I can to help make you cum. But you can't fuck me."

"Interesting"