Go to the spa

Riley helps you stand up.

"Good moves," you say to her. You aren't usually nervous around girls, but you are a bit embarrassed to be outplayed like that. It irritates you, but you can't stay irritated at such a cute girl.

You walk off the field, and you don't feel too bad... but there's a twinge. It's smart to take it easy when there's a twinge.

Paved paths wind through the camp, and you follow the main one to the big building with all the gymnasiums and workout rooms in it. The spa is a small building that's like attached to it, and inside is a slim girl wearing pink scrubs. She has pale skin and long, dyed-black hair. She has some piercings, and it looks like some tattoos too.

You tell her what happened, and goes to get a heating pad while you take off your clothes. There's a towel, but you don't bother with it, lying nude on your front on the table.

Amy returns and gently probes your injured leg.

"Seems like everything's OK," she says. "We'll just do a little gentle rubdown and put that pad on it, OK?"

"OK," you say.

She's really good. Her thin fingers know what they are doing. She's not going out of her way to be sexy about it, but you can't get felt up by a pretty girl and not respond... so it's pretty obvious how you're feeling when you turn on your back.

Your erection swings up and plops against your stomach, twitching.

"Sorry," you say.

"You sound so sincere," she replies. You laugh, and she covers her mouth.

"OK, bonus points for how it jumps around when you laugh," she says. "Just keep your voice down," she adds as she lubes up her hands.

"Quiet as a mouse," you promise.

"Big for a mouse," she says, wrapping both oily hands around your shaft. Amy doesn't tease, and she obviously has had plenty of practice. She twists and strokes, applying just the right amount of squeeze pressure. You were joking, but you clap your hand over your mouth to keep from sounding too **** or girly.

"There you go," she says gently, her stroking hands making wet noises as they slip over your cock. "Come on." Your hips are coming off the table without you realizing it. She's really good. You take deep breaths and try to be calm, but it's like fire is spreading from your groin...

"OK," she says, still in that gentle, almost motherly way.

Your abs go tight and you erupt all over your stomach, making hoarse gasping sounds. She milks it all out with practiced ease and you lie back, your breasts heaving as you try to get your breath.

She mops you up with a towel.

"Let me pay you back," you say.

She smiles. "I'd like that." Then she wrinkles her nose. "But you need to take a shower." Well... you are still all sweaty and oily and... she's right. "And I have to do more work. Why don't you come back after dinner?"

"OK," you say. You get up and put your clothes back on.

You shower at the cabin that you share with seven other girls, then join everyone else at the dining hall for dinner. Your knee feels better, but you still want to get that follow up with Amy.

After dinner you head back to the spa, where you find Amy turning off the lights.

"I should've known you would actually come back," she says, but she doesn't look unhappy to see you. It looks like it's been a long day for her.

"Let me guess. You want full service," she says.

Full service sounds good. Or you could give her some service.