'Cause You Make Me Feel

You, Rich People

Lena's POV

Thank God I took the road early for my presentation to the annual conference of the Reflexology Association of America near to Madison in the Wisconsin. It's a big event for us reflexologists because we get to learn about the new extent of the profession. We share our techniques, our knowledges and our research with professionals coming from all over the globe.

Though our discipline is not very well known, I'm always very proud when I tell someone about what I do. It wasn't my first choice of career for sure since I didn't even know the existence of it. Initially I'm a scientist, I do research and I'm very good at it, I'm well known in the game, and I wrote multiple articles that are studied all over the world. It was mostly about the secret of the human body so, one thing leading to another, I discovered the reflexology and instantly fell in love with it. I got so passionate by it that I combined my old profession with my new one, and now I'm one of the best reflexologists in the US. Famous people request my intervention to release their pain, rich people as well which allowed me to live quite comfortably even though I've clearly never been poor.

I'm driving in my bran new Porch, a little extravagance I allowed myself recently. To avoid traffic, I decided to drive in the little streets in the city. It's busy out there for a Monday, but I'm not late so I don't really mind it.

I was thinking hard about my speech at the moment, I was rehearsing in my head while being concentrated on the road at the same time. I plan to go back to the basics today. I'm going to tell them what reflexology is in the first place. The oldest record of a practice related to reflexology comes from a Pharaoh physician in Egypt, dating back to 2330 BC. The practice then developed in China, in India, mainly on the Asian continent.

The reflexology, it's the idea that you can reach and stimulate multiple spots in the human body, just by pressing on a specific area under the feet, or in the palms of the hands. That technique helps with the pain feeling by the patient if you know exactly what zone to press for which painful area. For example, if the patient is complaining of back pain, it is important to know exactly where the pain beginnings and where it ends. After that, I would take one of the patient's feet and massage the interieur side of it, and that again, on a specific zone, depending on the pain localization. The massage must be done with the proper technique and the pain should be released.

Then I will talk to them about how it evolved through the centuries, the new knowledges that we have, and how we can do even better.

It's true that me having this job is a blessing when it comes to flirt with the ladies because let me tell you, women are crazy about massages. I specialized myself in reflexology, but I do have knowledge in kinesitherapy, and I know how to massage properly each little inch of skin that a woman can have; and they're all crying after they have been between my hands.

It feels like I'm bragging when I say this, but it's the simple truth. I always knew I was a lesbian, and I want to be excellent at everything I do, so that included the sex. I never wanted to be good, I wanted to be excellent, so I give myself the means to reach that goal. I read and read and read about the woman's body, I learned everything I could learn on it. Whether it's physical, physiological or emotional, I spent hours studying the different aspects of the anatomy of a woman.

Then I started practicing. I wasn't immediately crazy good at it, but once I made my first girl cum, I never stopped, and I don't plan on it.

I know I'm attractive, and I know when a woman wants me. I'm generous so when I get in her pants -and trust me, I always do- I always put everything in me to make that moment, and that orgasm the absolute best that they will ever have in their entire life. I want that every time they orgasm after that, with someone else, they think about me and the way I made them feel and get to the conclusion that nothing will ever come close to the pleasure I gave them that one time.

Lost in my thoughts, I almost miss the intersection I was supposed to take, but I did it just in time and safely. I keep going down the street when I'm face with a crosswalk. I look on each side to make sure that no one is about to cross the street, like I always do, and so when I see that there is no one, though I still have my foot over the brake I decide to go head.

I immediately regret it and brake abruptly when a woman came out of nowhere, almost running or something and I can't help but hit her with my car and make her fall on the ground, right before my shocked eyes.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" I say to myself before I manage to get my body out the state of shocked to go see the woman that I probably just hurt.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Ma'am, are you okay?" I ask, kneeling in front of her as there is people around, and she's slowly sitting up. Thank God it's winter and she had a big coat that protected her skin from the impact with the ground.

"Oh my God, are you hurt?? I'm so so...." And before I could even finish, her intense and very angry hazel eyes meet mine.

"Are you crazy?! Can't you open your damn eyes when you drive your fancy ass car?! Huh?! Or do you think the street belongs to you!!" she flat out yelled at me as I was so embarrassed and worried and also ashamed because now everyone was looking at me like I was a monster.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. I didn't see you, I..." I try to say as I help her getting up by holding her arm, but she soon pulls away from me roughly and cut me off once again. She was fully stood now, and I get even more horrified, when I see that the woman was pregnant...

"Next time maybe buy some fucking glasses!! That shouldn't be hard to do for you, giving how big that car is! You almost killed me! I'm fucking pregnant!!" She yelled even more as she is holding under her belly and though she doesn't seem to physically feel too bad, I'm very concern about her pregnancy.

"I'm so sorry. Ma'am, we should call an ambulance, make sure you and your baby are okay. I'll call..." I try to say as I go to reach my phone in my pocket, but she cuts me off one more time.

"No! Do I look like I have money for a fucking ambulance! Do I look like I have time to wait for it! That is very like you, rich people, to think everyone can just pay for this kind of stuff!" she continues to yell, but I wasn't budging on this.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Let me drive you to the hospital then." I say, managing to finish my sentence for once.

"I don't have no money for the hospital either, I... I... Ah!" she started talking then yelped, holding on her belly as I instantly go to grab her arm either she likes it or not.

"You are going to the hospital right now! I'll pay for it, the accident was my fault, I'll pay for it! Let's go!" I say more forcefully, not really giving her a choice as I lead her to the car seat and make her sit inside the car as I can tell she's trying very hard not to moan out her pain.

On my end, I was praying to God that I didn't accidentally kill this baby inside of her, for that, I'll never forgive myself for...

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