Josie's Medical Massage
It was unfortunate really. The last practice session before the big game, and Josie, the team's star hockey player had injured her leg. While on an ordinary training day in the middle of the season this would have been of little issue, it was less than 48 hours before the big match. Their team was the underdogs in this finals match, but with Josie in perfect condition they stood a shot at winning the championships. Now however, moral was low, and the championship cup seemed even further out of their reach.
Josie could not help but blame herself for this as she limped towards the school's sports centre. If she had just paced herself a little but more during training, maybe paid a bit more attention to her warm up stretches at the beginning of the two hours on the field, then maybe this could have been avoided. Then again maybe not - she did feel that between this, her casual job and running the youth club she was wearing herself thin. Hopefully the schools doctor would be able to take a quick look at her leg and give her the green light for the match on the weekend. Surely after a solid day of rest and recuperation she could survive one measly match on the pitch.
It was nearing sundown as she entered the sports centre, the cool air-conditioning sweeping over her sweaty skin. Josie was uncertain as to whether the doctor would still be in, it was nearing 6pm and though the centre remained open till late to compensate for all the sports training session taking place in preparation for season finals. Josie went to a quite prestigious all girls private school that prided itself on, other than raising good little Christian girls, having some of the most elite high school athletes in the state. Josie herself would be graduating at the end of the year and had already been offered a sports scholarship at their states most renown college.
Taking a quick peak into the sports infirmary, she noted that all the lights were off. Slightly disappointed she turned away - Josie had been hoping to use this as an excuse to take the day off school tomorrow and watch Netflix on the couch. While she was a dedicated student, she did appreciate being able to spend an extra few hours on the couch relaxing. Josie would never dream of not turning up without medical leave from the school though, so she resigned herself to a Friday filled with double maths and an hour with her least favourite history teacher.
On the way out the door however, she noticed a light on in the Head of School's office. A quick peak inside confirmed it; Dr Andrews was sitting at his table, looking over typed pages. Dr Andrews was 35 and young for his position, with a muscular frame, a head of wavy brown hair and penetrating green eyes. He both taught sports science classes, as well as being the head coach for a number of sports. A glimmer of hope awoke in Josie, maybe she could get permission from Dr Andrews to take leave the next day - it was worth a shot.
Knocking on the door tentatively, she peeped around the corner.
"Hi Josie," Dr Andrews looked up from his notes and smiled warmly at her "what are you doing at the centre at this late hour, I though training wrapped up a short while ago?" Dr Anderson took off his reading glasses and looked at the girl in front of him. She was certainly a fine specimen, with smooth pale skin, flowing locks of golden hair and large breasts that were straining against her white sports top. Looking closely he thought that he could almost see the outline of pert nipples pressing against the fabric, undoubtedly responding to the cold air-conditioning after sweating on the hot field for a few hours. He felt himself becoming aroused - he had always fantasised about fucking one of his students.
"Hi Dr Andrews." Josie replied, putting a little strain into her voice and making sure to over pronounce her limp as she entered the room more fully. "I injured myself on the field right near the end of practice. I am not sure what I did but my left leg really hurts." Even now she could feel the pain subsiding a bit, perhaps it had just been an unusually strong muscle cramp. But she was not going to let Dr Anderson know that. She had to play her cards right if she wanted the day off school tomorrow.
"Oh dear," said Dr Anderson in a level tone, "I hope it is not serious. You know the whole school will be cheering for the senior firsts hockey team this weekend. I myself was planning on attending.
"I have had pains like this before in this leg," Josie lied, "I generally find that they go away in about a day or so, but only if I am very careful to move my leg as little as possible." She clasped her leg and massaged it a bit to emphasis her point. In doing so she had to lean forward a bit, giving Dr Anderson a clear view of her large pale breasts swelling above the seam of her sports bra.
Dr Anderson tried to not let his eyes linger on them too long. Instead he got up, and walked slowly from behind his table to stand in front of her.
"You know I spent a few years as a sports physio before I got into teaching," He mentioned "let me take a look at it and give you my medical opinion."
"Of course sir," replied Josie dutifully, "whatever you think it best."
Dr Anderson bend down slowly until he was squatting in front of Josie. He lightly ran his hand up her leg, letting his fingers trail along the delicate skin of her calf before coming to rest more fully on her thigh. Josie made sure to let out a quick hiss of breath, careful to maintain the fiction of an injured leg. Dr Anderson continued to massage her thigh, his large warms hands encircling her leg and probing it gently. He was so close to her that he could smell her scent, a mixture of vanilla body wash and the scent of sweat from the exercise she had been doing.
His mind was made up.
Straightening, he took a step back from Josie, making sure to appear as nonthreatening as possible. He knew what she had come in here looking for, and if he was careful he may very well get what he was looking for.
"I think you are right Josie, it looks like you just strained a muscle in your leg a little bit. But after a solid day of rest you should be right as rain, and more importantly able to do you magic on the hockey field. I'll write you a leave of absence for tomorrow, and you need to promise me that you will spent tomorrow resting so that you can be our shining star during the finals."
Josie could scarcely believe her luck as Dr Anderson turned his back to her and started to fill out the necessary form. She allowed herself a brief triumphant slime, before quickly resuming the expression of disappointment mingled with pain.
"Alright Dr Anderson, I trust you. I promise to spend tomorrow resting."
"Good girl," he replied, handing her the form. This was it, time to make his first move.
"Though now I think about it, we really shouldn't leave anything to chance however, given how important this weekend's game is. I know you mentioned that when you get this injury it usually heals very quickly, but I think it would be safest if we went down to the infirmary and did a quick session of physio. Just a quick one to make sure nothing else is off the rails. We want to be sure after all."
"But Dr Anderson, my mum is expecting me to drive home soon, she will worry if I am very late."
"Don't worry my girl, this will take ten minutes at most, I promise. Run, or rather amble down to the infirmary, I will quickly pack up my papers here and will join you in just a few minutes." His tone left no room for arguing.
Resigned to getting home a little later today, Josie limped back towards the infirmary, quickly shooting a text to her mother to let her know that she would be a little late getting home, and then a second text to her best friend on the hockey team to let her team know that she was ok for the game, but had managed to score herself a school free day. Popping herself down on one of the infirmary tables she patiently waited for Dr Anderson to approach.
Dr Anderson entered the room after only a few minutes, closing the door behind him and making sure to lock it quietly. He had with him his briefcase, in which he had slipped a few items that he had lying in his desk draw. His ex-wife, before they had been divorced, had often come around to his office for 'lunch.' He had kept a number of their play toys, not for sentimental reasons, but because he lived in hope of the day he could use them on a student. That day had arrived.
"Now Josie, I am going to have to get you to take off your shoes, short and top so that I can complete the medical massages properly."