The morning after

Samantha ended up spending the night. It was a shock for Jennifer to wake up with someone else sharing the bed, but when she remembered who it was, it warmed her heart. Sam gave her a good morning kiss before slipping out to get dressed. Jen laid back and watched Sam dig around for her regular clothes.

“Oh, I’ll need that too!” Sam said, plucking her Catwoman goggles off Jen’s head. Jen couldn’t stifle her grin, being reminded of the wild night together. “Hey,” Sam added, “About our tag match…”

“Oh yeah! I am so in!” Jen assured her. Last night’s practice exam and subsequent reward had boosted her confidence. She could do her midterms and the match.

“Yeah, you mentioned you might know someone who could ref? And might have a spot?”

“Oh!” Jen responded, remembering Monica, the former WSW wrestler. “Yeah, I know someone. I’m actually seeing her later today. I could ask.”

“That’d be great! I’ll let Elsa and Sonya know!”

“Well, no promises…” Jen said nervously. She wasn’t sure how Monica would feel about refereeing a match, let alone her willingness to lend out the wrestling room at the school.

“Well, if it doesn’t go through, we’ll figure something out,” Sam told her. “No pressure.”

“OK, I’ll just ask. What’s the worst that could happen, right?”

“That’s the spirit!” Samantha was already out the door with all her stuff packed away.

Jen let out a big sigh, wondering how she could convince her physical therapist to officiate her and Sam wrestling two other girls from her school. Surely there must be some form of inappropriate conduct in doing something like that. Jen psyched herself up. There was no harm in asking and Sam said there was no pressure.

“You seem stiffer than usual,” Monica mentioned.

“Oh…” Jen said, waking up to reality. “Sorry, there was just something on my mind…”

She had been trying to come up with a way to bring up the tag team match with the former wrestler, but kept losing the nerve to actually say anything. This had gone on for so long that her hour was almost up.

“Did you want to talk about it?” Monica asked helpfully. She liked to think she could help with a little mental therapy along with her physical.

“Ah… actually, it’s about you…” Jen finally admitted.

Monica could feel Jen’s body warm up as they talked. “Oh?” she was curious now what the young student was thinking about her for.

“Have you… thought about getting back into WSW?” Jen asked, tensing up as soon as she did.

“Ah… Oh hon, those days are behind me,” Monica smirked. “I mean, that match we had was fun but my life’s different now. I have more responsibilities and things to think about… I’m busy…”

“Well…” Jen started to squirm but managed to **** herself to keep pushing. “That doesn’t mean you can’t take a day for fun, right? Like a hobby?”

Monica stopped massaging and smirked. “Did you want to have a rematch?”

Jen paused. She hadn’t been thinking about wrestling Monica again, but could see how the masseuse could draw that conclusion. “Uh, no!” she quickly said. “I mean, I would, but you’re so good and I probably wouldn’t be much competition and… that’s not why I was asking…”

“Then why ARE you asking?” Monica questioned in a cool tone. Her interest was piqued.

Jennifer debated coming out and just telling Monica about the tag match. It was convoluted and asking a lot so she was worried it would be too much to explain. She had to take it in steps. “OK… Would you consider refereeing one of my matches?” she asked. That felt like a good place to start. If she said no, it could end the matter.

“Referee? Well, I suppose I could do it…” Monica reasoned. “Is this for the tournament coming up?”

Jen had completely forgotten about the rookie tournament. She shook her head, “No… but it is with a bunch of rookies.”

“A bunch?”

“Yeah… we wanted to try doing a tag match together,” Jen explained in an almost embarrassed tone. She shrunk down a bit, worried about how the vet would take the idea.

“Ah… with a tag match it would be harder for you all to keep track of the score on your own,” the seasoned pro recognized. “Well, I don’t have a problem officiating for you. In fact, I’d be happy to! It’s been a while since I’ve watched a live match. When is it?”

“Uh… that’s still to be determined,” Jen told her. Now that she agreed to the job, the bigger request was to get her to loan out the wrestling room for them. “We actually were looking for a venue and I was thinking about where we had OUR match…”

“I see… You want to use the school ring,” Monica concluded.

“Could we?” Jen asked, meekly. The petite blonde turned and gave Monica the doe eyes and smiled demurely. She still didn’t know how she ended up being the one to have to do this. She was never one to ask for things so she doubted she was very persuasive at it.

“Huh…” Monica thought for a minute. “That’s a big ask.”

“I know…” Jen agreed. “If you can’t do it, that’s alright, we’ll find somewhere else to do it…”

“So, you want me to ref your match and provide the space for it,” Monica summarized.

“Yeah…” Jen responded, feeling like a chump for asking for so much while offering nothing in return. “We can make it up to you somehow…” she suggested.

Monica raised an eyebrow. “How so?” she asked.

Jen drew a blank. She was a student and didn’t have much money. She also didn’t want to make any deals the others wouldn’t be willing to go through with either. There was only one thing she could think of that Monica could want which Jen to offer. The strawberry blonde sat up on the table and pulled her towel away, revealing herself to the physiotherapist. She tried to angle her shoulders and hips to present herself as desirable.

Monica stood there and watched, not giving away a reaction. The awkward silence made Jen want to cover up and run away but she needed to stay for an answer.

“You know this is highly inappropriate, right?” Monica told her.

In a flash, Jen was covered up by the towel. “I’m sorry!” she squeaked, looking away in embarrassment.

Monica laughed. “It’s fine, let’s just keep it between us.”

Jen breathed a sigh of relief and braced herself to look up at Monica. “Well, I don’t know what else I can offer you.”

“It is a very good offer,” Monica assured her before turning to gather up her tools. “But, not something I want to be exchanging favors for. I could get in serious trouble with the school.”

“I understand,” Jen sighed.

“But, I may be able to score you and your friends a night in the gym,” Monica promised.

“Really?” Jen perked up with hope.

“You’ll just need to do a different kind of favor…” Monica stipulated. “You’d need to get the others to agree.”

“What do you want us to do?”