The rhomboids on your upper back let you dance your best

For Kim, the word “exhaustion” did not exist in her vocabulary. Fuck exhaustion. Whoever said they were exhausted? Yeah, they were talking out of their ass, because they did NOT know what exhaustion was. To compare their exhaustion to what Kim was experiencing right now would be like saying that someone who got a few splashes from a sink was “just as wet” as someone who’d been thrown overboard in a tsunami.

She thought that things were pretty well. Her day was going great! She hadn’t been that worn out from doing Dani’s HIIT this time, and had relaxed nicely in the hot spring. And even when she’d gone to work, it hadn’t been that bad. She’d had a perfectly lovely time with Gina, believe it or not. The punkish girl was one of the least-likely people Kim would have ever thought to befriend on this island, and yet by the time her shift had ended and they went their separate ways, Kim had greatly enjoyed her company.

Would it have killed her to buy something though? Really…

Gina had been admiring some lacy white underwear out of the corner of her eye, and even tried it on once or twice (or four times, but who was counting?) but in the end, she’d returned it to the shelf.

“It’s not my style,” Gina had said wistfully, and Kim thought that was bullshit. In spite of her tattoos, in spite of her grungy hair, in spite of her maybe-malnutrition, Gina looked good in everything, especially with her breasts.

It really pissed Kim off.

But the day had been great! Everything had gone well, right up until she had nothing to do, and then she collapsed in the hallway.

“Fuck,” she muttered. A familiar sensation rolled over her and she found herself exactly where she was yesterday, with sore muscles, a tired body, and barely the strength to stand.

Sylvia crouched over her with a smile on her face.

“Hello there my girl, need a hand?” She offered with a smirk, extending her cane out for Kim to latch onto and pull herself up.

Kim wasn’t that gullible. No way would Sylvia be offering her support out of the kindness of her heart; no, the blonde was certainly playing an angle.

“What do you want?” She growled.

Sylvia sighed. “What I want… is for everybody to be happy, of course!” She said cheerily, as if she wasn’t the one responsible for the repeated misery inflicted on the women in her charge.

Needless to say, Kim didn’t buy that, either. She’d worked with enough district managers saying they just wanted everyone working for them to be a happy family, and then turned into absolute tyrants at the drop of a hat.

Speaking of which, Kim wanted to knock that stupid hat right off of Sylvia’s smirking head.

“I’m gonna be real with you Kim, you’re in a bit of a bind here,” Sylvia admitted. “Your body’s not doing great, is it?”

“I’m doing fine,” Kim grumbled, sitting up as best she could. “I’m just more worn out than I expected to be, that’s all.”

Sylvia raised her eyebrow. “You don’t have to push yourself this hard, you know.”

Kim gave her an incredulous look. Did Sylvia really not know the reason she was in the condition she was right now?

“Look, I was just fine before, I’ll be fine again soon,” Kim said, staggering up to her feet. Her legs might have felt like jelly, but spiting Sylvia called on strength reserves she had no idea she still had at her disposal.

“Wooo,” Sylvia whistled, impressed by Kim’s display of machismo. “You’re getting into that tomboy spirit already I see! Very nice.”

Kim rolled her eyes. If her shoulders weren’t so sore, she’d raise her middle finger and flip the other woman off.

“Just leave me alone.” Kim had thought things were going well, but apparently she’d exerted herself more than she thought she had.

“Leave you alone? But I came here for you specifically!” Sylvia held out her hand, presenting a small container of ointment. “It’s a special muscle relaxant, just for you! It’ll soothe your soreness, make your muscles loose, make your morals loose, it loosens everything up!”

Kim stared at her and shook her head. “Uh… no. You’re actually crazy. Yeah, I’ll just talk to Dani, see if she has any suggestions about why I’m in such crappy shape.”

Sylvia nodded. “Yeah… I suppose you could do that… see, the thing is… it’s sort of your night with the master, remember? And Nick, well… he kind of needs that support.”

She shrugged, and then tapped a spot on her wrist. “Right now.”

“…You’re kidding,” Kim groaned. “You’re not kidding. Ugh, you bitch… I can barely walk like this, you want me to what, just lie there and let him screw me?”

“Could you?” Sylvia’s face lit up. “That would be perfect!”

Again, spiting Sylvia drew on strength reserves Kim didn’t know she had. She managed to flip her off this time.

Then Sylvia’s expression turned serious. “I mean it,” she murmured. “Nick had a bad day. He could really use your support right now, Kim.”

Kim frowned. A bad day? But he’d spent it with Mary! Had something happened on their date? She studied Sylvia’s expression carefully. If she was faking her concern right now, she was doing a damn good job at it. She didn’t want to trust the other woman, but if this was serious…

“What happened?” She asked.

“That’s not my place to say,” Sylvia said, shaking her head. “If Nick wants to tell you, well, I can’t do anything about that. But I’m not going to violate the sanctity of their date.”

And with that, Sylvia confirmed for Kim that it was, in fact, his date with Mary that had gone awry. And at the same time, she was admitting that she’d been spying on the two of them.

“Not going to violate the sanctity of their date” my ass, Kim thought, scowling.

“Anyway, if you want to know what’s wrong with you, you don’t need to ask Dani,” Sylvia assured her. “I think you know yourself. You’re finally able to relax! You were always on edge before, forcing yourself to do stuff like working out, or being on the job, and once that all was finished, well…”

She waved her hand noncommittally.

“Is this another side-effect of my transformation?” Kim groused, not at all pleased. “Putting off my fatigue to get the job done, and then my body pooping out on me as soon as I’m finished? Because if it is, I’m not a fan.”

“Nope, not part of the transformation at all!” Sylvia chirped, patting her on the shoulder. “That one’s all on you!”

Kim winced and nearly fell over. That sounded depressingly-accurate to her life. Yeah… maybe I’ve kind of fucked my body up a little, getting it used to so many strenuous jobs and living on the edge 24/7, she had to admit. If she had this to look forward to every time she was done for the day, things were going to get very unpleasant very fast.

So much for being a prodigy like Dani hoped, turns out she was just a “mind over body” mess. I really can’t wait for when I actually get used to that workout. Having to be sore every other day is really going to kill me if I don’t adapt soon.

“Oh, and maybe let Nick know about how sore you feel, before letting him take all his frustrations out on you?” Sylvia suggested, tapping her cane. “Good luck, Kim!”

Kim didn’t have time to even tell Sylvia to go fuck herself before she was transported to the elevator, heading for the Master’s Suite.

She sighed and slumped against the wall, trying to at least remain standing until she got to the bedroom. What happened when she got there, well… she didn’t want to think about that just yet.

When she got to the door after limping her way through the entry hall, she realized a crucial problem. Her arms were too sore for her to knock. Sighing, she slumped forward and her head bumped against the door instead.

Well, fuck. Another big mistake. Her skull was probably the one part of her body that WASN’T sore before now, so much for that.

Luckily it was enough to get Holly’s attention, and the little sextoy maid rushed over to the entrance and opened the door, only for Kim to faceplant right on top of her.

“Um… Kim… I appreciate your eagerness, but you should really save it for Nick,” Holly said into Kim’s meager breasts, feeling both confused and exited.

“Kim? God, what happened to you?!” Nick asked, running over and helping the short-haired girl to her feet. “Are you okay? You look like a mess.”

“Gee, thanks,” she sarcastically replied. Like she could help how rumpled her schoolgirl uniform was, after spending the better of part of the last hour on the floor. “Do you say that to all the girls who come to visit you in the Master’s Suite, or do you reserve that one especially for me?”

“Sorry, it’s just… what happened to you?” He repeated. Nick had a very rough day himself, all but breaking things off with Mary completely over their conflicting intentions when it came to their relationship, but he was far more worried about Kim right now.

“Working out with Dani… then normal work,” Kim muttered. “It’s fine… my body’s going to get used to this sooner or later…”

“Oh, so it’s a workout strain,” Nick sighed. “Well, if you want, I could give you a massage or something,” he offered.

Kim’s head snapped around to stare at him, and she winced. Ouch. Strained neck. How did that even happen?

“Are you serious?” She asked, not sure if she should be trusting his offer.

Nick shrugged. “Of course I’m serious,” he said. “Why wouldn’t I be serious?”

“Master, you give massages?” Even Holly was shocked. “Why didn’t you tell me!?”

“What, did you want one?” Nick didn’t even think to ask.

“NO!” She sputtered. “But you could have taught me how to give one! Then I could have massaged all your sore areas every night, and give you a happy ending!”

“Um… no, I’ll pass,” Nick said, shaking his head. He turned back to Kim. “Anyway, offer still stands. I got pretty good at giving massages thanks to Dani.”

Kim stared at him suspiciously. “…What does Dani have to do with anything?”

Nick blushed sheepishly. “Well… back in high school, Dani was still on her whole fitness kick, and was in great shape. But she wasn’t as good at taking care of her body as she is now, since she was still starting out. So she showed me how to give massages in order to ease her aching muscles.”

He scratched his cheek and blushed. “That’s kinda… well, that’s how I fell for her, you know?”

Kim nodded. She could understand completely how a guy like Nick could fall for a girl like Dani, especially when he was massaging her toned body for what she imagined to be hours.

Holly was imagining the same thing. Only her fantasies went a little further than just some muscle massages between friends.

“Holly, you’re drooling,” Kim noted, not that that stopped the brunette.

“Anyway, the offer stands,” Nick shrugged. “I admit I’m a little out of practice, but if you think it might help…”

Kim had a sinking suspicion that Sylvia had been planning for something like this. She nodded reluctantly. “Okay, what should I do?”

Nick studied the room for a good surface to give Kim a massage on. “Um… I don’t think the bed will work…”

“Nonsense!” Holly exclaimed. “The bed’s perfect! You and Kim, nearly naked, covered in massage oil and rubbing each other down…”

Hearts flashed in her eyes as she began fantasizing like Morgana, and Kim just hung her head in red-faced embarrassment.

Nick had other ideas.

“How about over there?” He suggested, gesturing to a long upholstered table. It was meant to be something akin to a footrest, but given the splendorous and extravagant nature of the Master’s Suite it could easily fit someone.

“Sure, works for me,” Kim said, beginning to unbutton her blouse. Nick’s jaw dropped in shock.

“Wait, what are you doing?!” He hastily covered his eyes.

Kim blinked, then turned red. She’d gotten so used to being stripped down to her underwear she hadn’t even thought twice about it!

“Um… um!” She stammered, quickly trying to redo the buttons. “Sorry! I just… well… I thought I needed to be in my underwear for this!”

“Come on, have her get into her underwear!” Holly whined like a petulant child upset that her parents weren’t giving her ice cream for breakfast.

“It… it would probably work better if you’re in your underwear,” Nick admitted, “but still, just stripping out of nowhere, that’s a little…”

“Come on, it’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before,” Kim pointed out, beginning to undo her buttons again. Nick had seen her stripped down to her underwear a ton of times before now, this was no big deal.

It was only when she had completely stripped out of her blouse that she realized exactly what the big deal was.

Most of the time, Kim wore rather sensible, plain underwear under her clothes. She wasn’t much one for flashier things, after all.

Today had been the exception. Maybe because she was too fatigued to remember to change, or maybe because deep down a part of her wanted to wear something fancy for her night with Nick, but whatever the reason, when she stripped herself down, it wasn’t her plain underwear she was wearing beneath her schoolgirl uniform, no.

It was her lingerie from the boutique.

Her face turned red, and she could feel Nick’s eyes drilling a hole into her. She didn’t want to see the look on his face. Would he be disappointed? Surprised? Aroused? She wasn’t sure what expression would be worst. But she powered through and unzipped her skirt, going as smoothly as possible to make him think this was part of the plan.

Looking like this was normal for her somehow seemed better than admitting she’d made a mistake.

“So… lie down here?” She asked, powering through her embarrassment and walking over to the foot rest he’d gestured to before. She laid down, feeling the soft touch of the upholstery against her smooth skin, and bit her lip.

No moaning. You’re not going to do any moaning! Kim ordered herself. The last thing either of them wanted was for this to turn into some sexual thing. All Kim hoped for was that Nick would be gentle and soothing, and he would fix her muscle pain.

Then maybe they could talk about Mary and what was bothering him. But she had no intention of turning this into a bit of tawdry foreplay!

“Master, can I get the baby oil?!”

…No matter how much Holly wanted it to go in that direction.

“I don’t need something like that,” he assured her. He crouched down behind Kim and she felt herself freeze with anticipation.

Then she felt his fingers brush against her back. She tensed, and a hiss escaped from her lips. Compared to the cold air around her, his touch felt so warm against her skin she couldn’t help it. She just wanted to sink into the heat he gave off.

His movements were rather clumsy though. He wasn’t pressing, or pushing, or pulling, or whatever she expected to come from a massage. He was just touching her all over her back.

For a moment, Kim had her doubts. Maybe Holly had the right idea, and this really was some bizarre form of foreplay? But she quickly shook those thoughts away. That wasn’t productive; Nick was just doing his best!

Right?

“Sorry,” he apologized, causing her to tense. “I’m not really starting yet… I think I just… need to get used to this feeling again.”

Kim was going to ignore the insinuation of him getting “used” to her body, especially how it put images into her head about him getting “used” to her in other ways.

“Okay, how’s this?” He pressed his thumbs into a section of her back, causing her to arch in surprise and pleasure.

“Oh!” So much for not moaning. Though that was more like a gasp, right? That’s what Kim was going with, anyway. But his fingers felt rather good, digging into her like that.

Almost as good as it’ll feel when his cock digs into you, a voice in her head suggested. But before Kim could address that thought and kick it back down into the filthy void in the back of her mind, Nick pressed a different spot and it felt like all her soreness just up and vanished.

“Nice work, master!” Holly hovered over the two of them, and Kim didn’t have to look at her to know she had a twisted smile on her face. “You just need to keep pressing her sensitive spots, yeah, just like that!”

“I know what I’m doing, Holly, I don’t need a cheerleader,” Nick assured her.

That was for sure. Kim hadn’t felt this good since the hot spring! Wherever Nick’s fingers dug into her, it felt like he was carving holes into her skin and all the pain and tension she felt just drained out of her instantly. She clenched her teeth, trying not to let the moans escape, and that didn’t go unnoticed by Nick.

“Kim, are you okay?” He asked, removing his hands. “It kind of feels like you’re resisting this a little bit…”

“S-sorry,” she stammered. Her goal of not feeling pleasure seemed to be running counter to Nick’s urge that she relax. She took a few deep breaths and exhaled, and decided to stop fighting it. Nick was going to do what he was going to do, and she was going to feel what she was going to feel one way or another. And she was going to feel pretty good.

Holly watched Nick work Kim over with just a hint of jealousy (which was mostly overwhelmed by arousal). She couldn’t believe she’d known Nick for so many years and had never heard of him giving massages this scintillating before!

She thought of those years in college they spent together, how perfect would that have been? Nick, giving her massages whenever she was tired or sore… or when she had energy… feeling his hands rubbing all over her, touching her most sensitive places to make sure her body was in peak physical condition.

“That’s okay, my back’s done now,” she heard her past self say with a deep, throaty voice. “Now would you like to work on my front?”

Then she’d sit up buck naked and he’d rub her chest, touching her in all the best spots, and then things would escalate from there, and…!

Holly wiped the drool from her lips. No sense thinking about the past; she would much rather fantasize about the sexy sight right before her eyes!