Studio Relaxation ❤

John’s attention returned to the book. “I don’t want to turn this into a song and dance for each sub-skill. How about we just try one from each? My thought is ▹Concealment and ▹Tracking, then either ▹Sticky Fingers or ▹Tool Proficiency?” he suggested without lifting his eyes from the pages.

Violet considered what he said. “Unless we find something in the studio that counts as a tool, and one that Alison isn’t already able to use, which I doubt, I think the best option would be ▹Sticky Fingers. I don’t think ▹Tracking is the best option either. Oh, but I do have an idea.

John watched as Violet leaned in close to Alison and whispered into her ear. Her expression shifted from concentration to surprise, and her face flushed once more.

“I’m pretty sure it will work,” Violet bubbled. “At the very least it can be a good test to see how lenient the skills wording is, and it would use ▹Nimble Touch at the same time.”

John groaned, feeling a twinge of exasperation. “Violet, don’t pressure her into something she’s not comfortable with,” he voiced his concern.

“Oh, she’s definitely up for it. She’s just a little shy and nervous,” the spirit teased.

With another sigh, John looked at Violet and reaffirmed, “Please don’t push her. I can guess the type of suggestion you made; you really remind me of Ellie sometimes…”

Violet rushed to John and hugged him. “Aw, thanks. Does that mean you want to do naughty things to me too?” She chuckled. “Anyway, I’m not bullying. Maybe you should hear my suggestion before dismissing it,” she defended herself, releasing him and stepping back.

“The ▹Insight skill says it allows her to see stress and tension, so it’s possible that could translate to the body. What better way to showcase that ability than through a massage? Combined with ▹Nimble Touch, she might be the best masseuse in Springfield.”

John let out a defeated sigh after considering Violet’s words. “Well, yeah… That does actually make a lot of sense. I’m just not sure she’d be comfortable with something like that and we’re not hurting for ideas of how to test her powers,” he explained.

“Lucky for you, I have a perfect solution, and I think it’s great,” Violet reaffirmed, turning to Alison. “What about me? I’m a girl, it shouldn’t make you uncomfortable, right? Plus, I don’t think I’ve ever had a massage before, both in life and afterlife, so I must have knots on knots, right? I’m not sure, I don’t know how knots work…”

Alison chewed her lip and looked down at the ground. The room fell silent until John let out another sigh. He opened his mouth to intervene, but Alison spoke up, “Y-yeah… okay.”

“Are you sure?” John asked, concerned that she was just agreeing to be polite. “It’s easy to think of another idea, it’d probably take me like twenty seconds.”

“No, it’s f-fine,” she replied, nodding.

“Do you or June have moisturiser or something? Or are we going in dry?” Violet asked.

“I don’t think moisturiser would work, but June has something even better. One moment while I go find it,” John said as he walked towards June’s desk.

Turning toward the meek artist, Violet reassured, “I know you said you’re fine with it, and I know you are, but if at any point you start to feel uncomfortable, say the word and we’ll stop. And I’ll try not to tease you too much,” she promised.

Alison, glancing up from the floor, offered a shy smile and nodded. John returned, carrying a clear bottle. A smirk formed on Violet’s face as she unbuttoned her red shirt, locking eyes with John.
The pictomancer seemed to catch on to the unfolding scene and quickly turned around. When John rejoined them, Violet was removing her cream undershirt, revealing a strapless lace bralette to John.

Finally realising what was happening, John followed Alison’s lead and purposefully averted his eyes. Following his gaze, Violet spotted an ink stain on the floor that her would-be spectators were fixated on rather than the stripping ghost.

Smirking, she continued undressing, now purposefully throwing each piece onto the floor forcefully. First her undershirt, then her loincloth, and finally her shield-laden belt. She paused before her boots and leather trousers followed until she stood in the art studio in just her lacy bralette and panties, wearing a broad smile.

John had flinched slightly. He turned his head slightly in Violet’s direction but his eyes remained glued on the ink spot as he asked, “Uhm, Violet, is it really necessary to take off so many pieces of clothing?”

With a playful tone, she replied, “Well, I don’t want to get any oil on my clothes, do I?” Unhooking her bra and dropping her panties, she picked them up separately. Aiming for the spot the two were focused on, she tossed her bra, causing Alison to eep. Violet then approached John, scrunching up her panties and slid them into his pocket.

“Keep those safe for me; I’d rather they didn’t get dirty from being thrown on the floor,” she whispered. No sooner had the words left her lips than she quickly skipped over to John’s desk and hopped up to lay on her stomach.

“Okay. I’m ready,” she sang. Humming, she smiled as the duo hesitated. They managed to catch a glimpse of her completely bare form before quickly turning their backs again. “You can’t give a massage with your back to me or your eyes closed. I’m not shy and I very much don’t mind either of you leering at my naked body. Imagining what you’d like to do to me, or have me do to you, every handful of my supple skin as-”

A sudden intrusive thought made Violet less confident, and despite already being completely nude, she now felt even more bare. Her voice became quieter. “I, uhm… my scars… I hope neither of you think I’m gross or ugly because of them…”

There was silence in the room, and Violet had buried her face in her arms. She heard the shuffling of feet. ’Come on, get over it,’ she thought. The spirit took a deep breath before shaking off the thoughts. “Oh, and John, you need to come over too. Alison would be more comfortable if you were by her side.”

Violet heard whispers which drew near as the two inched closer to her. She turned her head to look at them and saw them walking backwards slowly. “If you don’t both turn around and walk towards me normally, I’ll get off this table and drag you over, forcing you to look at me,” she half-joked, turning her head to look down with her eyes closed again.

Their footsteps paused for a second then moved closer to her. The spirit couldn’t see them, but she knew that they’d stopped. One stood at her head, and the other at her back.

“There, isn’t that better? Would you mind starting at my lower back, sweetheart? And you can work your way up. Try to keep your hands off my butt. I know it will be hard to resist, and if it happens accidentally, I won’t hold you accountable for your naughty actions.” Violet lifted her head and winked as she looked over her shoulder at Alison.

Relaxing, Violet took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. She heard John and Alison murmuring quietly to each other, though couldn’t quite make out their words.

“I’m going to s-start now,” Alison said quietly. Violet didn’t say anything, just nodding her head.

Violet shivered a little from the contact with Alison’s warm soft and delicate hands. A groan escaped her lips as Alison’s fingers seemed to find tense or aching spots she hadn’t realised she even had.

“Fuck, if all your other options fall through, you could easily be a masseuse,” Violet cooed. Her head raised and she looked over her shoulder, smiling as she noticed John quickly look away before she turned her attention to Alison. “Oh, Alison, come closer, I need to whisper something to you.”

Alison moved further up her body and leaned downwards before craning her neck. “Okay, so I put something in John’s pocket earlier. At some point, I want you to use your new ▹Sticky Fingers ability to take it from him. Just get it out and hide it in your pocket without him knowing. It will be the best way to show it off. Sound good?” Violet whispered.

Alison, after a moment of consideration, nodded in agreement. Violet rested her head once again and sighed as Alison’s hands began to knead her body again. The delicate hands made their way further up Violet’s body. She felt much more relaxed but there was a very noticeable sensation that was hard to ignore.

’Once we’ve finished, I might need to clean the table. Her hands are divine, and knowing John might be stealing glances at my body, it’s making me all giddy,’ the spirit thought. ’Wonder if I can push things a little? Getting Alison to go further might be a little much, but I’m sure I could manage to get John to feel me up a little, right?’

Alison’s skilful hands soothed the tension in Violet’s shoulder blades, eliciting a content moan from her. Pushing her head up and turning to look at John, she called to him, “Hey, John, would you mind doing my legs? For, uh, comparison’s sake? I think your skill works with massages too, and we can see the difference between yours and Alison’s abilities.”

John, caught off guard, responded defensively, “Wait, why would I need to massage you? Also what skill?”

Violet grinned widely, having a perfect opportunity to tease him. “You know, the skill… You don’t want me to say it, do you?” John just looked at her with confusion and tilted his head like a puppy causing her to let out an exaggerated groan. “Fine, your Sex skill. We can pit your Se-”

Violet’s words were muffled as John quickly covered her mouth with his hand. Amused, she stuck out her tongue and playfully licked John’s palm, causing him to recoil and hastily wipe his hand on his shirt.

Looking up at him, Violet flashed a grin. “So? It would be very scientific,” she insisted. The spirit’s amusement grew seeing the blushing pictomancer seemingly enjoying the teasing she was giving John.

John rubbed his forehead and his cheeks had a hint of red. “Fine, but no funny business,” he grumbled

A shiver ran throughout Violet’s body, feeling Alison’s gentle hands was one thing but John’s were warmer, stronger and his ministrations were firmer as he began to fondle the backs of her thighs. The sensation **** her back to arch and she let out a moan.

Wanting to push things, she smiled before she parted her legs a little more, and curved her back in a way to lift her ass into the air a little. To Violet’s dismay, she couldn’t see the look on his face, but his massage slowed down and a strangled grunt escaped his lips. The reaction only caused Violet to grow wetter.

“Your neck l-looks different,” Alison remarked, pausing her massage. “It’s almost the s-same, but with a hint of peach. I’ll b-be a little gentler, j-just in case.”

Violet nodded, and Alison adjusted her position, gently moving the spirit’s white hair. A jolt coursed through Violet’s neck as Alison’s fingers brushed against her neck, it was so fast Violet couldn’t tell whether it was just surprising, painful or anything else, and out of instinct her head snapped back causing Alison to whip her hand back.

“S-sorry, I d-didn’t m-mean to h-h-hurt you,” Alison quickly apologised.

After the initial surprise wore off, Violet picked her head up and looked at Alison, who had worry painted all over her face. The spirit shook her head and smiled. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry. It’s been a long time since someone touched me. I must have forgotten that I’m ticklish. Just be a little more careful around my neck,” Violet reassured her cute masseuse.

Violet was much more aware of where Alison’s fingers touched, almost forgetting that John’s leg massage had almost come to a standstill. The dainty girl's hands rested at the top of her back, slowly and gently kneading. Alison’s fingers brushed upwards touching the back of her neck and Violet felt the violent need to yank her head backwards again but **** herself to resist.

John’s hands gained new vigour, seemingly realising he’d been distracted. Alison’s fingers grew bolder and glided across the back of Violet’s neck. Suddenly the air was pulled from her lungs and she **** her legs closed as her entire body quivered as pleasure ripped through her body.

“F-f-fuck, s-stop,” Violet whined, her body jolting and spasming.

Both John and Alison stepped back. Violet’s stomach felt tight and she felt her pussy clench and relax, almost stimulating her into another orgasm. Trying to ride out the pleasure, Violet curled up.

“I’m s-s-sorry, I d-d-didn’t mean to. A-a-are you al-al-alright?” Alison worried, guilt clear in her voice.

Her body still violently twitched, but Violet was able to reply, “I… y-yeah.” She still felt a static tingling prickling at her skin and she took in shaken breaths. Her body balled up tighter, and though still feeling a little scared by the sudden experience, she could form thoughts.

The studio was quiet for a while and Violet’s body relaxed before she began to laugh almost hysterically. “Fuck! I, uhm… Well, I can tell you Alison is fully able to find weak spots,” she said, still out of breath. “That’s a new experience. I’m conflicted on if I want another or if I’d rather it never happen again. I’ve had an orgasm from touching my pussy and nipples before, but never my neck. It felt… strange, scary, but really, really good.”

Violet’s body slumped back down onto the desk. Her breathing became laboured. The static feeling that rocked her body surprised her so she wasn’t sure if her breath had quickened from fright or pleasure.

“I think we should stop for now,” John said, then Violet felt him drape his school jacket over her. “You should take a break for now and we can move on once you’ve recovered fully.”

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