ID Day 8 - Strip

You strip naked and climb onto the table.

Amy dims the lights and pushes a button... the table heats up and makes buzzing noises, beginning to massage you with little vibrating pieces that are inside it. Very high-tech!

"Annette told me to take good care of you," Amy says, lighting candles.

"She did?" you say, surprised.

"Yup."

Amy completely slathers your body in sweet-smelling oil, slowly and firmly rubbing it into every inch of your skin, making you squirm when she kneads the knots out of your back and groan when she slides her palms over your oily buttocks, squeezing.

It's really good, and you cannot help but feel it a bit. Without trying, you see Angela again, under you, arching her back. She didn't break the skin when she scratched your back, but you still feel her fingers when Amy touches you. You see Annette too, masturbating so passionately as she watched. You can taste Angela's lips.

It's so nice that you lose track of time, but soon Amy is having you roll over. You do so, but shyly keep your legs together. You know how wet you are. You have to stop thinking about lewd things, but Amy just rubs more oil into your skin, making you tense up when she gets to your breasts, where she spends more time, rubbing them in circles and squeezing. You realize you are panting obviously with your mouth open.

"It's OK," she says warmly. Her palm is on your belly, rubbing it gently. "Relax. Relax."

How can you relax? It's like your nipples are a thunderstorm... Your breasts are bouncing just from how hard you are breathing, but you stop squeezing your thighs together, and Amy's fingers slide between them.

You whimper when she brushes your clit, and hiss when she slides her fingers inside you. She could easily get you off with just a few strokes of your clit, but she doesn't do that. Instead, she puts two fingers inside you, hooks them up, and rubs hard and slow.

"It's OK," she sings to you as you clutch the table and bend your knees, starting to lift up your hips.

"OK," she whispers in your ear.

It takes a whole minute. Your hips are in the air, following her fingers... she's controlling your whole body with those fingers. Your jaw is clenched and your eyes are closed, all of you tense.

"Let it go," she says.

You shake your head, tears running down your face. You feel like you are going to pee.

"It's OK," she repeats.

Your orgasm breaks loose like a dam bursting. Your pelvis gives a weird little jerk and you feel this release of warmth. Amy's hand is suddenly soaked with your juices and you are back on the table, feeling limp and lifeless, but totally relaxed like your body doesn't even have bones in it. You feel her thumb on your clit, but all you see is the ceiling as your body quivers all over.

"Good job," she says, getting you a towel.

Twenty minutes later you are cleaned up and dressed, walking out of the spa and feeling high. **** must be like this. It's not time for lunch yet, and you have the afternoon off anyway.

You have to... do something. Should you hang out with your team? Or go find Annette?