SSMM Ch6

“Uh, OK, sure. I guess it’s not polite to not get a massage with the hostess. I guess that’s up there with not bringing a bottle of wine,” Ava says nervously.

She doesn’t get to go on. Awkwardness is her only refuge in this situation, but Vivien seizes the wheel by dropping her robe. She’s very casual about it.

Maybe she’s had work done. Maybe she has perfect genes. Whatever the case, Ava can only hope that she looks this good at Vivien’s age. Without making a production of it, Vivien climbs onto the table where she lies facedown, watching Ava expectantly.

Oddly, Ava’s more interested in Jane at the moment. The maid is stepping out of her shoes and bending to unzip her dress.

Jane sees Ava staring.

“Oil,” she says brusquely.

Sure. Sure. Sure. Normal stuff. The maid doesn’t want to get oil on her uniform, and the famous movie star likes getting naked in front of random interns. Although, in fairness to Vivien, she didn’t drop her robe until after Ava agreed to stay.

Ava’s not really a visual person, but the nude movie star and busty maid in black lingerie with garters and stockings doesn’t give her much say in it.

Vivien seems amused.

Jane just looks like she wants to get on with it.

Ava sighs. “Is there steam coming out of my ears?”

“You don’t have to listen to her,” Jane says, planting her hand on her hip. “You can go. It’s fine.” She looks almost sympathetic.

Ava’s pride stirs. So does her insecurity.

“You don’t mind, uh, two people?” she asks.

“Of course she doesn’t. Do you?” Vivien purrs.

“It’s fine,” Jane says, and she’s tough to read. At least a part of her seems to be enjoying this situation, but Ava is not at all confident about guessing which part or why. That bothers her. It’s weird; she feels more strongly about impressing Jane than Vivien. Class solidarity, maybe.

Vivien considerately closes her eyes and lays her head on her arms as Ava strips. It’s another small crisis to decide how much to take off, and Ava can’t bring herself to lose the panties. Conscious of every swing and jiggle, which Jane can probably relate to, she climbs on beside Vivien.

It’s tight. The lengths of their bodies touch. Vivien’s already smiling, and she doesn’t open her eyes until Jane’s in place beside her.

“OK, now I’m cold,” Jane says, although it’s lovely and warm where her skin touches Vivien’s.

“You said you were here with Annette. How long have you been working closely with her?” Vivien sounds curious, not businesslike.

“Uh, like a couple hours, I guess. Oh! We’re doing me first,” Ava says shakily as she feels oil pouring onto her skin. “Oh, jeez.” Now it’s Jane’s hands on her back.

“I see. Which project are you with?”

“None of them. I’m just working for Annette. Hope she doesn’t need me right now.” There’s a little quaver in Ava’s voice as Jane’s skillful hands move over her body. It’s not that she’s never been touched, it’s just… the whole situation.

“You were stuck with me. It’s fine. Who did she bring?”

“I’m sorry?”

“To show me.”

“Oh, uh…” Does Vivien not know? “Well, there are some wrestlers.” Ava tries hard not to think about Vivien’s wife. Maybe everyone’s cool with this. If Vivien can openly flirt with interns, maybe she’s cool with Aubrey having so much chemistry with her Pilates instructor that it physically makes Ava’s heart ache. Maybe. Right? Sure. Ava laughs nervously.

“Wrestlers? That’s been tried before,” Vivien purrs, lifting her head and resting one finger against her perfect lips. “Dicks or no dicks?”

“I’m sorry?” Ava says.

“No dicks,” Jane says, yawning as she switches to Vivien’s body.

“Poor Annette. What a blow for her. Wrestling, hmm? Hmm.” Vivien groans contentedly as Jane does her for a moment.

“I thought that one would be promising,” Ava says honestly.

“It’ll work one of these times.”

“And there’s tennis.”

Ava isn’t sure if she’s imagining it, but Annette seems to tense a little at that. Or maybe it’s just something that Jane’s doing with her hands. Ava tries not to think about that, but oily noises tickle her ears, and she pictures Jane’s hands on Vivien’s body even as she’s looking into Vivien’s eyes. She looks intense. Then that goes away.

“Tennis,” she echoes, looking distant. “Tennis and wrestling.”

“Maybe something else too. I don’t really know. Annette only recruited me today.” Ava gasps suddenly; Jane is back on her, focusing on her lower half. The thoughts and feelings that go with that are chaotic. Her face begins to heat up. Jane is perfectly professional. Ava hopes that the maid can’t read minds.

“She’s good, right? So, what do you think? Wrestling or tennis?”

“Huh?” Breathing a little hard, Ava pushes some hairs out of her face, using all of her courage to keep eye contact with Vivien. She knows how hard she’s blushing.

“Wrestling or tennis? Simple consumer screening question,” Vivien says with a little shrug of her bare shoulders. “If FUTA Tennis and FUTA Wrestling were both on at the same time, which one would you watch?”

“Um…” Ava licks her lips nervously as Jane’s oily palms slide down her calf.

Tennis?

Or wrestling?