IC Day 8 - Feeling good

You wake up tingly and feeling positive. You had this weird dream where you were in the shower with all the girls from your team, and you were feeling stressed and trying not to, you know... but they were all doing it, so it didn't feel weird. It was a strange, exciting dream.

You hear a bunch of noise, and all the girls get up and go to the windows to see what it is. It looks like the FUTA people are invading Pink Team's cabin with cameras... that is really terrible.

You catch a glimpse of Olga, stretching. She wears simple, gray panties in a bikini cut and a tight undershirt, arching her back, her pokey nipples pushing through... the shirt rides up, revealing toned abs.

She's really cool...

Motoko comes into the cabin, fully dressed and very scary. She informs you that you have appointments at the spa, and you have a mystery event this evening. A mystery event? Hmm. OK... that is kind of anxiety-inducing. You put on clothes and follow the others to the spa, where a pretty, American girl with black hair invites you and Olga into a massage room. Her name is Amy. She wears scrubs, and seems really nice.

It's lucky to be with Olga, but it's also embarrassing. You have to go into this room and strip down to your underwear. It makes you wish you wore something cuter than just these plain, white panties. Is Olga looking? You are blushing, and you are too shy to check and see.

You go into the massage room and lie down on the table. Olga does the same, resting her cheek on her arms and smiling at you.

"Easy morning," she says. "Are you blushing? You do not like massages?"

"I like them," you say.

Amy comes in, smiling and rubbing oil on her hands. "Who goes first?" she asks, but then her phone rings. "Shit," she says, grabbing a towel. She wipes her hands off and checks her phone. "Oh no," she says. "Guys, I have to run. I'm so sorry."

She flees the room before you can even say anything back.

You and Olga are just lying there on your fronts, wearing nothing but underwear on two massage tables. You look at each other uncertainly.

Olga bursts out laughing.

"Come on. It is a little funny," she says to you.

You smile. Amy has a life too, apparently...

"We should still do massages," Olga says.

"OK," you say, not quite understanding.

"Should I do you? Or you do me?" Olga asks, giving you this look. You don't know what the look is, but it makes you very tingly.

Well?

Should you give Olga a massage?

or

Should Olga massage you?