Courtney

>Another day, another elimination, and thanks to some sort of good fortune, it's not you
>You've been through so much shit to get this far, and you sure as hell can't afford to go home now, not empty-handed
>So, just as you have every time you've avoided elimination, you've decided to take some time to relieve yourself of some stress, manually
>In order to ensure your privacy, you've been going to a cabin that hasn't been used since before the first few eliminations to do your business
>You waste no time, unzipping your pants and getting right to work, prepared to leave today's challenge behind you to better focus on the next
>Your mind wanders to more pleasant thoughts, mostly the bodies of the girls still left on the island, even the bossy girls that sometimes get on your nerves
>And that one girl, Courtney, she may be stuck up, but her butt is just so...
"No, no, NO! You're doing that ALL wrong!"
>Before you can even get up, let alone tell whoever that was to get out, Courtney, as if reading your thoughts, has appeared next to you, giving you the condescending look you've grown to hate, but you're too busy blushing from embarrassment to show annoyance right now
"Look, I appreciate the effort, I do. I know how you boys think, and this right here..."
>She points at your half-hard cock
"is a majority of it. The problem is, there's no way you're going to completely clear your mind just mindlessly jerking it like that!"
>Her face looks as if she caught you improperly using chopsticks, or forgetting how to do long division. She's insanely pragmatic, even about masturbating!
"Here, let me show you how to do it."
>What.
>Before your mind can think further about what she just said, she acts on it
>Her hand, with both a surgical precision and a soft touch, has grasped your dick and begun stroking
>Now, this isn't your first Handy, but you've never had one that has felt this good before
>It's like she knows your dick better than your hand in spite of its years and years of experience
>She has the perfect balance of shaft-work, tip-rubbing with the thumb, and your personal edging rhythms
>While you're rendered speechless by the awe-inspiring HJ, Courtney certainly isn't
"Now, this is how you get ALL of your stress and nasty thoughts out. Once they're gone your mind will be clear and you'll be a much better asset to my tea-I mean OUR team."
>You can't even focus enough on what she's saying to be offended by her remarks, as you realize that your climax is nearing
>In a last-ditch effort of verbal communication, you manage to squeak out that you're going to be coming soon
"Oh, good, you're about to finish. Now, be a good boy and let all of that semen and stress out. I need you focused, okay?"
>Her words are so detached and saccharine, but you also notice it's probably the nicest she's ever been with you, so you take what you can get and let her finish the job
>Her hand slides up and down your member at a faster speed, naturally lubed-up by your steady stream of pre-cum
>At the same time, her other hand gently latches onto your balls, allowing for complete evacuation as she lightly squeezes them, setting off your cock as you cum harder and longer than you ever have before
>Exhausted, you fall backwards and lie back, only to fall all the way back and end up lying down, panting as your body calms itself down
>Courtney, her expression having not changed at all, wipes her hand off with a sheet
"There you go. Now, rest up, and be alert tomorrow. I have a feeling we have a doozy of a challenge tomorrow, and I do NOT want to lose."
>You give a weak thumbs up as you begin to pull your pants up with your other hand
"Oh, and if you ever need another stress-relief, just let me know. I doubt you were paying attention just now, and I can't be having you doing it wrong again."
>With what seems like a playful wink, Courtney turns around and leaves the cabin
>In the moonlight, you think you see her wiggle her decently big, pert butt at you as she leaves, before your eyes fully shut and you let yourself fall asleep