SSMM Ch7

“Uh… gosh.” Ava frowns. “Like what would I rather watch? Not, what I think would be a better business proposal, but what would I enjoy? Horny wrestling would be a lot of fun, especially if the costumes and like… story were good. But I’d rather watch Tennis.”

“Why?”

“Because Tennis would still be an actual sport. Even with all the horny FUTA stuff, it would still be a like… contest. If someone wins in wrestling it’s because it was in the script, but if they win in tennis, it’s because they played better. Like I said, sexy wrestling would be cool, but I’d rather watch an actual sport.” Ava watches Vivien for a reaction. “You could still do the storylines and costumes and stuff. But the athletes would still be athletes doing stuff for real. I think that’s why people like FUTA Soccer. Or I guess the F is for Football, right? But you get the idea. It’s trashy, but it’s real. It’s not scripted.”

“And you said you were an intern? You talk more like a producer.”

Ava blushes. That is not true. Blatant flattery. No, not flattery. Flirting. It’s actually happening.

Just like everyone said. She swallows, then laughs nervously.

“Uh, no. No, I’m just an expert on horny stuff because I was a CCL girl.”

“Right.” Vivien doesn’t say the word; she almost purrs it, although that might be because of what Jane’s fingers are doing to her body. Jane was classy about Ava, but her hands are under the towel and she’s doing work on Vivien’s glutes. Ava tries to think about math instead of what this would be like if she weren’t here. Like is there any chance that Vivien wouldn’t be getting a happy ending? Is she going to get one anyway? That just heats up Ava’s face and body even more. OK, new problem. She steals a worried glance at Jane. There’s just no way that Ava is fooling anyone, yet here are Vivien and Jane, acting like this is normal.

“I’m biased,” Vivien says, and maybe it’s her acting ability, but the words come out normally and not as a moan. Looking into her eyes makes things stir inside Ava that she hasn’t felt since she was in middle school.

“Biased?”

“With tennis,” Vivien says, putting on an almost self-deprecating smile. “I’ve been a fan a long time. You know how it is. Actors and Wimbledon. Guess I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a weakness for beautiful, athletic women in skirts,” she adds dryly. “There’s something about it. I haven’t missed a Wimbledon in twenty years, and I go to other things here.”

“Well, there’s like a serious pro player here,” Ava says. “Maybe you know her.”

“Maybe.”

“Uh…” Ava tries to remember, but her overheated brain struggles. “Oh!” Jane is rubbing her feet. It’s sudden. Ava’s eyes squeeze shut on their own and she trembles. It’s so good and so sudden.

“You OK?” Vivien asks, amused.

“Yes,” Ava replies shakily. “You’re doing this on purpose,” she accuses over her shoulder, but that glance just makes her self-conscious about her butt and how obvious it must be to Jane that’s wet as hell. “I’d have worn cuter panties if I knew you guys were going to tease me like this.”

“I think you look great.”

“Cristy.”

Vivien’s brows rise. “What?”

Jane’s hands stop moving, only for a moment. Then she’s back to rubbing, sending tingles all the way up Ava’s legs.

“The tennis player. Cristy Starr. She’s the coach here to do the pitch, I guess. She brought a player. Someone new.” Ava’s voice nearly cracks.

“Hmm.” Vivien chews her lip, then turns on her side, resting her cheek in her hand. Bravely, Ava holds her gaze instead of ogling her nude body. “Do you play any sports?”

“Some volleyball and track, but nothing serious.”

Vivien looks pleased by that answer.

Jane’s thumbs dig into the soles of Ava’s feet and Ava gasps, then lets out a noise that’s more or less unmistakable. This foot rub is better than the majority of sex that Ava has had. She bites her thumb.

“Well, trying to stay calm for Jane’s massages is a sport,” Vivien says good-naturedly. “You OK?”

“I’m not used to being spoiled like this.” Tears are forming in Ava’s eyes from the magnitude of the sensations. Drops of sweat tickle her as they roll down her skin. Her underwear must be absolutely sodden.

“Jane, stop teasing the poor girl.”

Jane eases up, moving back to Ava’s calves. That’s just heavenly rather than orgasmic. Ava lets out a shaky sigh of relief. She never thought of her feet as an erogenous zone, but her pride would never recover if a girl made her cum with a foot rub. Especially a maid who’s just phoning it in.

“Think everyone’s here?” Vivien asks.

“Everyone who’s coming,” Jane replies disinterestedly, stepping back from the table.

“Guess I’d better show my face and talk to Annette about what we’re doing.” Vivien sounds reasonably upbeat about it; she doesn’t sound like she’s talking about work.

Ava watches, heart pounding, as the older woman climbs off the table. Now she’s not only naked, she’s gleaming with oil. Ava unconsciously squeezes her thighs together.

“Oh,” Ava says stupidly.

Vivien pauses a few steps away and places her hand on her hip, looking over her shoulder.

“Uh, I am covered in oil,” Ava says, glancing at her clothes.

“Of course. I’m taking a bath,” Vivien says, pointing to another door. “Do you have any stories from that sorority of yours?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me.” Vivien gives her a look that’s pure Mommy.

“Oh. Uh…”

“It’s OK if you don’t want to tell me. Maybe you’re sworn to secrecy or something. There’s a shower in there,” Vivien says, pointing. “It was nice talking to you.”

Ava’s heart races against her thoughts. Jane’s beginning to put away bottles.

Spill some CCL stories to Vivien?

Or go clean up?