You freeze and squint up into the sudden glare, unable to see a thing. You hear Debbie's cocky taunts trail off in a frustrated whine as she lifts her lips from you. As your vision clears, You start to turn your head towards the bank of light switches by the door, but a sudden pressure stops you, five delicate little toes pressing into your forehead. Your watery eyes trace up the shapely calf, the toned, tanned expanse of thigh to a short denim skirt covering an inviting darkness. Your angle doesn't let you see any further, but then comes the laugh that answers all of your questions. The girlish giggle, but with all the qualities of someone who enjoys the distress of others, full of superiority and spite. Your shoulders sag into the floor, and you sigh with resignation.
“A few practice laps, hmm?” Jessica says, leaning into your field of vision and leering down at you. “So, what? Is your cobwebbed, desperate little snatch shaving seconds off of our towel girls backstroke? Like, is the key to a good finishing kick having super developed tongue muscles or something? Or are you just a lonely perv who can't find a man willing to give it to you?”
“Jess, I-” You don't know what you were going to say, but it doesn't really matter. Jess moves her foot down over your mouth and presses down, cutting you off. “Shut up. That goes for you too, Towel Girl.” Jess points commandingly at Debbie who had been gathering herself to stand up. She wilts under the other girls gaze and lowers herself into the tub. “Maybe you should try hanging around the prison when they let the pedos out. You look enough like a 12 year old boy, huh?” Jessica smirks down at you, daring you to do anything. Guilt and shame rise up, smothering your anger before it begins, and you can barely meet her eyes, let alone speak.
“What do you think, Loser?” Jess calls out towards the door, and you hear approaching footsteps, bare feet padding on the floor. “Yeah, whatever,” The voice is Erin's, but you've never heard that sort of sulky tone from her before. “Let's just get this done, huh?”
Jessica's controlling foot suddenly leaves your head, allowing you to watch as she quickly steps over to meet Erin. You and Debbie simultaneously stifle a gasp as you take in the spectacle. She's wearing a black, scoop necked top that you've seen Jessica wear when she's going out on the prowl. The neck is designed to hang loosely over the breasts, but the neckline cuts across Erin's nipples in an obviously painful constriction. The fabric is stretched to capacity everywhere you look, actually. You don't know how the statuesque captain managed to cram herself into it at all. Erin's barely breathing for fear of ripping the shirt, and there's already the beginnings of a tear on the left side. Rounding out the ensemble is a spandex skirt that is probably also Jessica's, seeing as how it barely covers half of Erin's ass, and looks to be in constant danger of rolling up to her waist. You then realize that the clothes are probably the very least of Erin's problems.
You see light red marks all over the team captain. Up and down her long, toned legs, her wrists, across the tops of her huge breasts as they spill over her straining neckline. Some are round, others long and thin, and a few can only be bite marks. There's a chain dangling from Erin's neck, attached to a stiff leather collar around her neck. The handle ends in a horse's tail of thin leather thongs. You also see Erin flinch as Jessica skips towards her, snaking a hand out.
Erin's surly remark cuts off in a squeal of pain as Jessica's hand closes on her ear and twists. “Aooow!” She makes an initial move to pull away, but just as suddenly stops. Erin glares into the distance, nostrils flared with a little pain and a lot of anger, but makes no move against Jess. The tiny blond laughs again. “That's right, you stupid cunt,” She yanks sideways, pulling the taller girl to her knees, then pulling her head back so that she's staring up at her tormentor “You forget your place again, and I'll drag you over to the courts when I'm done with you. Now, are you going to play nice, or are you going to end this night bent over the net with Cecile's racket up your ass?”
The only noise in the room besides the thrumming of the hot tub jets is Erin's breathing. You and Debbie look on in shock as the strongest girl on the team caves to the weakest. Erin closes her eyes and purses her lips. “I'm going to play nice, Miss Jess.” She says flatly, staring at the ceiling.
“Good.” Jessica replies, yanking Erin's hair back and kissing her roughly, shoving her tongue between the kneeling girl's pliant lips. Erin's arms windmill as her back is arched toward the floor, struggling to keep her balance. She squeaks out a muffled cry as Jessica's other hand finds her breast and squeezes “Now that we have that straight,” she says breaking the kiss just before Erin would have fallen over, “there's the question of what to do with these two, isn't there?”
“Yes, Miss Jess” replies Erin, shuffling along on her knees as Jessica takes up her leash and prances back towards the hot tub. Jessica is wearing a short denim skirt and a tight top that shows off her trim figure to full advantage. She's obviously reveling in her power over the much bigger girl, and when she catches you looking at her, you see the hunger for more conquests in her eyes.
You start to get up, but she plants her foot firmly on your chest, pushing you against the floor. “Not so fast, Perv.” Jess bends almost double, reaching down and grabbing your chin, forcing you to stare into her eyes. “You stay right where you fucking are and listen up, because this concerns you” she says, as if lecturing a child. “Got it?” Not waiting for an answer, she stands up and turns her attention to Debbie, who is still staring slack jawed at Erin, who is staring at the wall, blushing furiously.
“Eyes front, Towel Girl!” snaps Jess, bringing Debbie to with a start. “Don't you go eyeballing my pet loser, here.” She smirks, tugging on Erin's leash for emphasis. “She's a mean bitch when she gets the chance to be, and might not like it, 'Kay?”
“But ... How did ...” Debbie managed before trailing off, shaking her head.
“Easy. She's a dumb cunt, is how. What are you, honey?”
“... I'm a dumb Cunt, Miss Jess.” Erin answers, stonefaced. Her blush climbs higher.
Jessica pats her on the head indulgently. “That's right, Hon. Also, she's a horny cunt. She's wanted to get her hands on me since last year, isn't that right?”
Erin tries to get away with nodding, but Jessica, lightning quick slaps her lightly across the face, and she tries again. “Yes I have, Miss Jess.”
“Soooo, Instead of buying me shit I like, or getting me drunk, or just sitting up and begging for it like a good little cunt, she tries to goad me into a fucking race, doesn't she?”
Erin bows her head, shoulders slumped. “Yes, Miss Jess”.
“And is that fucking fair? Look at this bitch. She's a fucking Amazon. I'm only on this fucking team for the booze and the pussy. So, do I race you?”
Blinking furiously, and staring down into her tightly squeezed cleavage, Erin replies “No, you didn't, Miss Jess.”
“And why don't I race you, hon? And look up at me when you talk to me, you fucking cow.”
Erin lifts her head and stares up at Jess. Even on her knees, it's not that far. “Because you're very smart, Miss Jess.” she says, with a shadow of her normal pride colouring her eyes and her voice.
“Exactly. There's a good girl. So, I told my little loser that she could do all of the horrible things she wanted to me if she beat me at anything except swimming. I've had this fucking wannabe dominatrix trussed up and spread every which way at least once a month ever since. Why is that, Hon?”
Erin glares at the tiles, chest heaving as Debbie and you gape at her. “Because I suck at everything, Miss Jess.” She said quietly.
Jessica giggles and winks at you from behind Erin. “You fucking wish, slut. You're telling me there's not one thing you can do besides drag those fucking titties back and forth across a pool? Please. Grades, guys, booze, driving, cards ... I fucking beat you at basketball. Seriously? Basketball? You're eight fucking feet tall! Fuck you. You're just where you want to be, isn't that right?”
Erin stared at the floor, shoulders hunched.
“Isn't it?” Jess flashes the flogger built into Erin's leash across the bigger girl's shoulders as Erin bites her lip to keep from yelling. “Yes, Miss Jess!” She nearly shouts.
“Good girl.” Jessica says softly, kissing Erin tenderly between the shoulder blades. Now stand up and take that shirt off. “Mommy might need you to be able to move in a minute.” Jess plants her hands on her hips, and stares down at Debbie who's still in the hot tub, sweat beading on her forehead, and your juices drying on her chin. “Now. As for our ambitious little towel girl here, what are we going to do with you, hmm? Trying to sneak in the back door and plant her flag in Coachie's hot little twat. Tsk tsk. When did you take up bounty hunting, exactly?”
“WHAT?” You shoot bolt upright, glaring at Debbie. She's still kneeling between your legs, and drops her eyes, stammering. Jessica actually claps her hands, giggling at your shock. “Oh, yeah, you stupid bitch. After watching you drool all over yourself every practice, we all knew it was just a matter of time. First one to get you nose deep in their pussy gets a fist full of forfeits. Anyone, anytime, anywhere. This fucking little climber would have had it too, if she could keep her mouth shut.”
Jessica taps you firmly on the top of your head, and you crane your neck to stare up at her. “And that brings us to you. I know you want me.” She coos, stroking your hair. Your head leans against her toned thigh, and your lips part. “This is your lucky day. You're going to get your first taste of pussy before you leave this room, and you're getting the best.” Your tongue darts out, flicking drily across your lips as your eyes follow Jessica's hand, trailing across her thigh and up under her skirt. “Hell, you even get to choose how it happens. You can give it up and start begging now, but I think you'll have more fun if you make me take it. So what's it going to be, Coach?”
The intense feelings running through you hadn't abated much since Jessica's arrival. Watching Erin's humbling had kept you at a high simmer, and being under Jess's foot yourself had your throat parched from panting, though you blush at the thought of it. Now, the tiny blond approaches even closer, planting one delicate foot on the ledge between your legs, standing directly over you. She bends a bit, lifting her skirt, and you feel her smooth, shaved pussy rub against your cheek. Jessica a spiteful little child. You should run. You know this. You should tip her into the hot tub and run like hell. She doesn't even like you, you tell yourself. She just wants to use you and degrade you, you tell yourself, and arousal flares anew as you do.
You have no idea what to do, but Jessica seems surprisingly willing to wait. She smirks down at you, enjoying your discomfort, and contents herself with trailing her hand across her pussy, pressing her leg lightly against your cheek while you try and figure out how to get out of this. You can smell her sex and feel her wetness on your cheek from earlier as she hikes up her skirt some more, and if you so much as craned your neck upward, you'd have a mouthful of her.
You're breathing heavily, you're uncomfortably flushed and warm, though the night chill seeping in through the still open door has your nipples at attention. You feel something close to vertigo as you desperately look around as much as you can without moving your face any further into Jess's leg. You see Erin at her mistress's heels, seemingly oblivious to you. Her too small skirt has indeed rolled up to the point where it's more of a belt than anything. Her neatly trimmed bush glistens, and her hands are rubbing up and down her inner thighs as she bites her lip, lost in a world of her own.
Debbie, on the other hand, is still crouched between your legs in the hot tub, the currents eddying around around her chin. You can feel her every breath in your most sensitive place, and you realize you've been squirming slightly this whole time because of it. She's staring up at you intently, pleading forgiveness or something like it. Your hear the rustle of fabric as Jessica pulls her shirt over her head, but you're staring at Debbie, who takes the opportunity to give you the slightest shake of her head, mouthing 'No.'
Who does this girl think she is? She's trying to ... to claim you in some competition with the other girls ... a sullen little spark of anger flares within you, and you barely notice Jess's shirt as she slides it down your face and pulls it just barely taut under your chin. She's putting on a show for you, and she's not used to being ignored. You're out of time. |