Author’s Note
Risk Versus Reward is a prequel to Girl Friday and focuses on the story of Karin, the ‘H.R. Lady’ who provided Charlotte’s rather unique interview experience when she was hired. You do not need to read Girl Friday to understand what’s going on in Risk Versus Reward. But if you enjoy this story, Girl Friday should most definitely be on your reading list.
In the last chapter, Karin awakes in the middle of the night to find Headmistress Hendricks along with a pair of masked apparitions who have come bearing the gift of strap-ons for herself and Desi. Desi believes her impaler is everyone’s favorite P.E. teacher, Mistress Nguyen and Karin suspects that hers is the attractive woman she knows only as Miss Spiced Latte.
After a restless night, the girls opt for an easy day of classes. But easy is a relative term at The Academy.
I hope you enjoy Karin’s continuing story.
WaxPhilosophic
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Chapter 10: Other Academic Pursuits
I had awakened with good intentions, I really had. I was going to drag Desi and Celia off to Contemporary American Literature and the three of us were going to study the literary greats, I suppose so that when our dominants wanted to discuss existentialism and semiotics against the backdrop of the post-world war two class struggle in inner-city America, we would be ready for that. That was my thought anyway. But by the time we finished calisthenics and breakfast, in that order, all I was really ready for was a nap. And despite all of the choices afforded to us here at The Academy I did not see napping displayed on any of the flat-panel monitors outside the classrooms this morning. So I convinced Desi to take the next best option — study hall. It wasn’t actually displayed as study hall, I think the actual words were individual study, but it was close enough for me.
Though study hall at The Academy was more of a free-form learning environment for the expansion of the student mind. At least that’s how our study hall monitor described it. Her name was Miss Smith, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of her as Miss Pink. There was just something about her mannerisms that reminded me of the first woman I went down on under the table at yesterday’s luncheon, and she was attired in a similar flowing lightweight cotton dress. There was a lot of flowing going on with Miss Smith, in fact she is what I would call a flowy kind of a gal with her long blonde hair, dangly jewelry, and ever so slightly far-away look in her eyes.
“So Karin, Desi, have you lovely girls decided what you’d like to expand you minds to today?” She actually said that, expand your minds to. I had to bite my lip, because the first thought that popped into my head was, Is expanding your mind what usually comes after the late night expanding of your orifices? But I managed to keep that under wraps, and after digging my elbow into Desi’s side she did to.
“Um, I’m not sure Miss,” I said. “See, we had kind of a full day yesterday … I guess I was just looking for something light.”
“Yes, Miss,” Desi said. “Very full.”
I elbowed her in the ribs again and fortunately she stopped with the innuendo or I was seriously considering sterner measures like reminding her of Mistress Nguyen’s special remedial Kegel exercise class this afternoon.
After a short discussion this morning in the shower, we had both decided that it was indeed Mistress Nguyen in the spooky mask last night who seemed to be hell-bent on impaling Desi hard enough to tickle her lungs with that strap-on. Desi said she managed to run a finger across her abs and couldn’t think of anyone else who was that ripped. I figured she was probably right since I thought I heard a slight intonation of that accent I can’t quite place as she was whispering all of her deviant desires to Desi that night. I still hadn’t figured out my impaler yet, other than her choice in perfume, but it was definitely still on my to-do list.
“How’s you butt, Baby?” I asked. Miss Smith had left us alone for the moment while she flowed off to fetch something.
“Used. Yours?”
I nodded, but said nothing. Miss Smith was back and with a cart loaded up with colored bottles and brushes of various types and sizes, along with glitter believe it or not. She clapped her hands together and stood smiling at us like her idea was so brilliant that it should be quite obvious to us by now. It wasn’t. Obvious that is. But after Desi and I got a chance to dive into it I think we both agreed it was pretty fucking brilliant — particularly with glitter.
“Body painting, girls,” Miss Smith said. “So which one of you is feeling like the artist?”
Desi and I just looked at each other for a moment and then shrugged simultaneously. I didn’t know about Desi, but I felt that I made a much better appetizer tray than an artist. Neither one of us made a move to pick up a brush, but this did not seem to deter Miss Smith in the Çeliktepe Escort slightest. She selected a brush and placed it in my hand before I had a chance to protest, not that I wanted to get in the habit of arguing with my teachers here at The Academy. I felt I had already attracted enough attention as it was.
“Desi dear, please lie back on the table,” Miss Smith said. “Karin, all you have to do is let your feelings flow from your mind onto the lovely canvas of Desi laid out here before you.”
Miss Smith took Desi’s left hand in hers and stroked it lovingly for a moment as if she were consoling her in the face of some difficult task. I understood as soon as I watched Miss Smith pull Desi’s wrist to the end of the table and secure it with some sort of strap.
“I’m going to do your feet too dear,” Miss Smith said as she finished securing Desi’s hands. “We can’t have our canvas slipping off the easel and bumping her head now can we?”
Miss Smith finished securing Desi so that she was spread out with a hand or foot at each of the four corners of the table, and then she grabbed the head end to flip it upward and display the captive Desi to me at a steep incline. The helpless maiden look really suited Des, she looked gorgeous.
I thought for a moment about my Desi-canvas — yes that’s another one of my made up words — and wondered what I should paint on it. Something nice obviously, and probably a bit flowy since that seemed to be prevailing mood in the room this morning. I also wanted something that would be meaningful, an expression of the way I felt about Desi. I know we haven’t been acquainted for very long and I probably have a tendency to make it out like she’s always getting me into some kind of mischief, and honestly she probably is, but I do think I love her. Not like truly madly deeply I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but for a best friend I thought I could definitely do a lot worse. So I wanted to paint something special.
I picked up a brush, dipped it in some yellow paint and began painting a black-eyed susan on Desi’s left breast leaving her nipple right in the center. I highlighted it with some orange and gold glitter and painted the center a nice dark brown. I thought it looked pretty good considering I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.
“Very nice, Karin,” Miss Smith said. “Now let your creativity explode onto your canvas.”
The way Miss Smith emphasized explode and the way she stood right behind me — close enough that I could tell by touch that she wasn’t wearing a bra — did little to hide the strong innuendo falling from her lips. I was easily able to translate her statement into, I’m going to rub against you while you paint your naked friend here and think about the way you made me explode yesterday at lunch. And that in turn made me think about how I’d really love it if just once any of these horny babes on the faculty would buy me flowers before they just assumed they could fuck me. But then again, that’s pretty much what I had signed up for at The Academy, and if I’m being honest that’s what got me excited and helped lead me to my decision to stay — feeling that I was so alluring that these women could find it difficult to be in the same room with me without getting all handsy.
So I went with it. I leaned back against Miss Smith and let out a long sigh to let her know that I was appreciative of her efforts. And she did maintain a certain amount of decorum and shied away from any penetration — content to just trail her fingers lightly over my skin as she caressed first my arms, then my tummy, and finally my thighs without ever deviating. It got to be that I was feeling incredibly relaxed by her touch and I think it helped me to let my creativity flow onto my canvas. It didn’t exactly explode like Miss Smith had suggested, but it did flow quite nicely.
By the time I snapped out of my artistic trance and looked down at my Desi-canvas, she was covered in a profusion of wildflowers from her ankles to just below her chin. And the creativity was not the only thing flowing. I thought I might have to excuse myself to the restroom to get cleaned up, but Miss Smith was right there with what looked like the same white linen dinner napkin she had handed me under the table after lunch. Oh my goodness, maybe she kept it for her collection like some kind of creepy fluid-obsessed stalker lady. I held my lower lip between my teeth, waiting to see what she would do next.
“May I?” she said.
I had no idea what it was that she was asking, but of all the faculty I had encountered so far here at The Academy she seemed to be an example of one of the tamer ones, so I nodded.
Upon witnessing my affirmation Miss Smith plunged two fingers between my thighs and pressed deep within me. I shuddered. She was gentle enough about it, but I was still pretty raw from the wild ride that my Spiced Latte Goddess gave me last night. Miss Smith brought her fingers to her lips Escort Çeliktepe and began to swirl her tongue over them, pulling my juices into her mouth one finger at a time.
I looked at Miss Smith, and she looked at me, and for a moment we both froze with wavering eyes. I would probably still be entranced to this day if Desi had not chosen that moment to suddenly and rather rudely clear her throat. That’s when Miss Smith brought the dinner napkin to her lips and carefully blotted them dry.
“Thank you Karin, I’ve been hankering for a taste of you ever since yesterday,” Miss Smith whispered. “You have quite a lovely flavor, and I can see why you’re so popular.”
What? That’s it? Thanks Karin, you taste really good. What about the wavering eyes, the wandering hands? Shouldn’t we at least exchange phone numbers?
I sighed.
But then when it was my turn to be strapped to the easel with Desi holding the brush, I watched Miss Smith give her the same wandering hands treatment, and that’s when I began to feel a little less special. And when the flowing Miss Smith pressed the same two fingers between Desi’s thighs and dabbed her lips with the same napkin, I knew then that I was just another student here at The Academy.
“So what do you think?” Desi asked.
“Huh?” About what? About being a sex toy for the faculty? A nipple for Mistress Nguyen to slap and twist, a platter for Miss Chowdhury to wrap and decorate or a taste for Miss Smith to pull forth and sample?
“My artwork,” Desi said. “I know it’s my first time, but I think it’s pretty good, don’t you?”
I had been so preoccupied with my thoughts about Miss Smith that I had hardly even glanced at what Desi had been working on for the past hour, but when I finally looked down I smiled. Desi had turned me into a cat. I had a lovely pinkish-white tummy, a strip about as wide as my hand that extended from just under my neck all the way down to just above my pussy. I hadn’t even remembered Desi painting down there. And outside of the boundary of my kitty-cat tummy were orange and black tiger stripes that wrapped around my sides and covered my arms and thighs completely. The orange had been bedazzled with a generous sprinkling of glitter so that it glinted in the light whenever I breathed.
“I love it, Des.” And I did. It was sweet. So once I was released from the bonds of the easel, I wrapped my hand around the back of Desi’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss.
“Be careful,” Desi said. “You’ll smear your whiskers.”
I smiled. Desi gave me kitty whiskers.
“Miss Smith,” I said, turning my gaze to her, “this has to be about the best class I have been in so far. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome Karin. I was just saying something very similar to a colleague of mine about yesterday’s faculty luncheon.” Miss Smith cupped her hand to my cheek and seemed lost in a haze for a moment. “Thank you for a uniquely wonderful experience, dear. Next time you find yourself in a culinary arts class, do remember that I sit in the same place for every staff meeting. And I always wear a dress.”
“Yes, Miss. I’ll keep that in mind.” I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. What the hell, I figured, why not?
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After our morning of flowing creativity, Desi and I decided to get lunches to go and eat them in the garden. It was a lovely sunny day and we were both still feeling a bit worn out and anti-social. And let me tell you those lab coat girls don’t just do fancy dinners — they serve up a mean gourmet lunch too — and like breakfast there are no kinky strings attached to determine the available selections.
“What’s your mystery woman going to say when she finds out you’ve been kissing Miss Smith?” Desi asked me as I tried my best to bring another California roll to my mouth using only the provided chopsticks. I missed and it landed on my lap with a small and chilly explosion of soy sauce-coated rice and nori.
“My masked impaler, you mean?”
Desi ignored my rebuke and just watched me trying to pick up the wounded roll for another go ’round. “Do you know who she is yet?” she asked.
“No idea.” I mumbled around the big wad of rice and veggies that I was finally able to successfully deposit in my mouth.
“She must be a big-shot though.” Desi picked a stray piece of rice from my thigh and popped in her mouth. “I mean, she had Headmistress Hendricks up in the middle of the night just to blindfold you. What do you think, is there some kind of kinky board of regents overseeing this whole operation?”
She was right — not about the board of regents, I had no idea how the school administration was organized — but about the blindfold, and that statement got me thinking.
“Hey Des, you weren’t blindfolded were you? Did you get a look at her? Any distinguishing features?”
“What are you, some kind of private eye now?”
“You know what I mean.” I poked around at another California roll. Çeliktepe Escort Bayan “You didn’t have a blindfold, you could see.”
“Not for very long I couldn’t. Once that thing was up my …”
“Des I know, I got my share of abuse too. Just tell me, were there any distinguishing features you noticed?”
I got tired of chasing my lunch around through a puddle of wasabi and soy on my plate and just stabbed the little fucker with the chopsticks clenched in my fist.
“Jeez, take it easy will you?” Desi said. “I don’t know, she had that Phantom of the Opera mask on, and it was dark. I think she had hair that was about chin length maybe, with these loose curls, like ringlets. That’s about all I could make out while I was being fucked to death.”
I left the California roll to bleed out as I was distracted by a sudden rush of lightheadedness that washed over me as I processed Desi’s words. It was her. Desi had just confirmed it with an eye-witness account. It was definitely the very same woman complementing me in the buffet line. The same woman I decided to rub my face into under the table despite the fact that she wore pants to indicate she did not want my attentions. She was the one impaling my ass and leaving me to suffer the rest of the night with an unfulfilled orgasm.
“Do you know her name?” I asked Desi, as I finally gave in and just picked up the California roll with my fingers.
“No idea, Honey.”
“I think you’re right about yours being Mistress Nguyen though,” I said as I chewed. “She seemed to make a point of telling me every little detail of what she was going to do to you that night — like some kind of alpha wolf showdown on the Nature Channel. I think she wants to own you.”
“She wants to own everybody.”
“Not everybody Des.” I smiled. “I really think she likes you.”
“And I like you,” Desi said as she picked up the last California roll, smeared it in some sauce and brought it to my lips. What a sweetie. When I finished chewing I was going to lay a big old smooch on that girl and slip her some tongue to go along with it. But I didn’t get the chance.
“You are most beautiful pussy cat, Karin. And Desi, your flowers blend in with garden so I almost don’t see you.” My favorite lab coat girl was standing here blocking my sunshine again. That’s OK though, Elena was a sweetheart, and it also looked like we had similar tastes in lunch.
“Have a seat.” I patted the empty space on the bench next to me. “Can you stay?”
“I don’t want to intrude. I just say hi.”
“You’re not intruding.” I took her free hand in mine and batted my lashes at her until she grinned and sat down beside me.
Elena’s lab coat was not buttoned, so when she pushed it aside to sit down I got a good eyeful of the lacy black lingerie underneath and the way that it accentuated her already lovely curves, particularly her breasts. Her corset-style top looked to be one or two sizes too small, and her boobs were practically spilling out over the top. I ran my finger over the creamy white flesh of one while she giggled.
“Sorry,” I said, moving my hand aside. “I shouldn’t be doing that without asking.”
“It is OK Karin. I like you, so it’s OK.” Elena picked up my hand and pressed it to her bosom again. She did the same with Desi’s hand on the other side, and for a moment the three of us just sat there basking in the warm sunshine on that garden bench, Desi and me touching Elena’s boobs and Elena trying not to dump her lunch on the lawn.
“Elena?” I took Elena’s lunch plate safely into my free hand. “I’m trying to figure out the pecking order around here. Do you give spa services to the faculty as well as the full-time girls like us?”
As Elena contemplated my question I picked up her chopsticks and grabbed a California roll off her plate. After practicing on my own lunch I had a much steadier hand this time as I dragged it through the sauces and lifted it to Elena’s lips. She was beginning to nod, though I wasn’t sure if it was because she was about to reveal the answer to my question or if she was just enticed by my offer to feed her.
“Sometimes,” she said as she took the Nori-wrapped morsel I was offering and began to chew. I watched her jaw working for a moment before she spoke again.
“Mostly oldest girls for faculty. Those ready to graduate soon, like Carly. I think you know Carly.” Elena held her thumbs up and pressed them together before making a thrusting motion in the air.
“Yes.” I flushed. “I know Carly.” Jeez, does everyone know of my antics around here?
“Carly is favorite of faculty. Her happy endings are stuff of legend.”
I felt a smile crossing my lips as I thought about Carly’s happy ending, the one she gave me with just her thumbs. I’ve never been fucked with just thumbs before and it made me wonder if maybe Carly had been trying out some new technique on me. Well if she had, I guess I wasn’t going to be the one to complain. My ending had been very happy. Elena gave a memorable one too when we first met, and before lunch was over I wanted to make sure she understood my appreciation of her talents.
I passed her lunch plate over to Desi and wrapped my arms about Elena’s neck. I felt her shiver just a little as I leaned in close to her ear and began to whisper.