What part-time job can I work on to maximize my abilities, and my gains?
That is the question going around in my mind. Behind me, under my head, Emmie trembles from time to time, distracting me from the question that I have yet to find a definite answer for even after two weeks.
She is naked, tied to the bed, with her mouth blocked and her legs spread to let her flood the bed more easily. And I'm naked too, while resting my head on Emmie's soft stomach as I look at the ceiling, with most of my focus on my thoughts.
Ignoring the chill of the air that is grazing my wet lower lips, I glance to the right to see Emmie's face, but the sizable globes on her chest blocks my sight. Still, the view and the way downward has no obstacle, and that is what matters.
Already a whimpering mess, Emmie should not have brought my attention back to herself. Though I'm sure she is actually enjoying herself, I don't hesitate to dial down the intensity of the vibrating object I have stuffed her pussy with.
It is easy to think that higher, glaring intensity is better, but that is not always the case.
"Hm~~~"
Emmie's muffled whimper is full of disappointment, making me smile, satisfied.
That itch which is obvious but subtle, unable to be scratched will always be more difficult to endure than the one that is outright glaring and intense enough that one can react and do away with it.
Low intensity vibration is that subtle itch, and Emmie's complaints feel like music to my ears. It even lulls me back into my thoughts to return to considering the job that can best bring out my advantages efficiently.
"Hm~~~"
I'm not a sadist, that I'm sure of. But Emmie seems to have the ability to bring out the bad girl in me. She enjoys displaying submission so much that she seems to have become a soft ball enjoyable to knead. Or rather, instead of liking to submit, she enjoys being dominated, being deprived of part of her freedom.
That energetic softness of hers may actually be able to bring out the bad in more than just me.
My hand slides down to her lower lips again. My fingers find the frustrated fleshy knob there and start to skim over its surroundings without actually taking hold of it.
"Hngh…"
Emmie trembles in growing frustrations but I still remain absentminded. Thinking about it, my main advantage my cheat, if I can call it that. Beyond that, there are the echoes of the past experience in my mind. There is my youth, but that one can also be a disadvantage. It causes some options to be closed off, even though that makes me have more time, more years to plan, work hard, and pursue a good life.
Anyway, another advantage of mine is being a girl, and more than that, being aesthetically pleasing to the eyes, in other words, being beautiful.
Even if society puts a cap on the height women can reach, forcing us to work harder than necessary just to pass that barrier, there is no denying that being a woman, a beautiful one, makes some things easier.
Now that I have that list in my mind, the most important point to determine is what I want. Or before that, what I don't want.
Most part-time jobs are time consuming, with returns that, while not always negatively disproportionate, are certainly unflattering. I don't feel ashamed to admit that I'm greedy for more, and not just some pittance.
Liz's salary, the savings of dad and mom, the… the insurance from the accident. All of that is enough for just us two sisters to survive. Those are enough to finance my studies on top of that, if not till postgrades, at least to the level below that. But, Liz is not done with her studies. To be exact, she has only covered half of her medical studies, because she is taking the path of a researcher.
Just the books and the research material she needs to keep up will keep guzzling money for a while more, and her salary will never be able to cover those in the foreseeable future. So, unless we take risks with investments, given how little saving in a bank will give us, the job I have to find must not only demand less investment of time, but bring more return.
There are not many jobs like that, but a simple one that I have never really liked in that past life of mine jumps to the surface. I thoughtfully look at the ceiling through a thinner haze, then my thoughts start to solidify.
Planning, project management, management. My appreciation for those resonates with me, even in this life, so different from that past one, but sales seems to be something that might take me far, at least before finding my path. I seem to have the best weapon to become a big fish in that sea.
And, if…
Turning to the side, my view is still blocked by the over-nourished globes, but that is another advantage that will be of great help.
I was really right to invite their owner along for a part-time job.
Two beautiful, fresh and hardworking girls. Not only males, even big sister and motherly types of females will be in the strike range. Now, so long as I find the businesses that target that range of customers, I will be halfway through with my objective.
I smile with satisfaction. I bring my fingers back from the wet, trembling crotch, and stand up to climb over its owner. Emmie's eyes light up when I straddle her, and they look at me full of pleading, now that they have my attention.
But my smile grows, and that brings apprehension in the red eyes. Rubbing my lubricated fingers together, my smile turns just that bit sadistic for Emmie's apprehension to grow and I lower my head to her left breast, while lowering my hand to her right breast.
Her punishment is not over yet, so, as the lights from the star-studded city start coming to life, I bite down on her hardening nipple, while pinching the other one to make it experience the joy of being lubricated.
Yeah, a masochistic girl has to be tamed from time to time to know her place.