Giselle melted into Janice, clinging to the Bolt she had competed against a short while ago.The girl’s finger maintained its even pace, the measured strokes sliding between swollen folds and over the exposed clit.Tingles exploded over Giselle’s flesh.Her heated insides spasmed in a powerful climax.She shook and cried out.Her juice squirted against Janice’s hand, mixing with shower water as it dribbled down her legs.
Euphoria erupted in powerful waves.Giselle’s grip on the young woman tightened, emotion bursting in a vast connection of sexual lust.Her hungry mouth pressed against Janice’s.This time, the kiss grew in fervor as the effects of the orgasm drove greater desire.
After a moment, Janice broke away.Her intense gaze froze Giselle as she panted and trembled in place.Strong hands turned Giselle and marched her forward until she pressed against the tile wall by a shelf holding her body gel.A splayed hand pushed against her back to hold her in place.Like a criminal being arrested, she hugged the wall and couldn’t move.
“What are—”
Her right butt cheek exploded in pain from a powerful spank.The sharp, fleshy slap echoed in the tiled room.Giselle squeezed her eyes shut and hissed.Heat erupted on her rear, her face also warming in shock and embarrassment.The pressure on her back eased as Janice walked away, giggling.
“Hey!”Giselle called.The Bolt yanked a towel from a peg near the wide doorway and disappeared into the locker room.
“Good luck in thelosersbracket, number nine,” Janice’s fading voice teased.
Giselle stood alone, her head spinning.What the hell?That girl knows how to twist minds and wring out emotions.And I can tell she enjoys it.She took a deep breath, then shook her head.Whatever.I admit that orgasm was pretty good.I needed it after all that’s happened today, on and off the field.
She gave herself another scrub down, mostly to kill time because she didn’t want to see Janice outside.After a few minutes, she shut off the water and collected her things.Tiptoeing toward the locker room, she wrapped herself in a towel and felt silly while trying to hide.Thankfully, she didn’t hear anyone as she crossed over to the restroom and stared at her reflection over a sink.
Beneath her dirty blond hair, brown eyes widened at a red welt high on the right side of her forehead.She leaned closer to the mirror, frowning.When did that happen?She had fallen so many times during the rough match against the Bolts, the injury could have occurred at any point.She also noticed a scuff on her left shoulder as if the cleansing had revealed hidden wounds.Her back also ached, which meant her entire body would be sore tomorrow.
“It’s all part of the game,” she said to her reflection, repeating Janice’s words.
Giselle trudged to her locker to change into sweats.She pulled out the sports bag and plopped it on the bench.She unzipped it and stared, her mouth parting in surprise.A muddy soccer ball had been stuffed inside—the one she had kicked at Tony.She slowly removed the ball as if it ticked like a bomb.What the heck?How did this get in here?
Another glance into the bag revealed the answer.She plucked out a folded note and read.
Nice kick, Chalmers.But you almost missed me, so let me give you some pointers.Turn your left foot out more when you plant it.Keep your shoulders forward and head down a bit longer as you follow through with the kick.You’re lifting your chin too early, which is throwing off your trajectory.The power is there, but your aim is crap.I noticed these bad habits during the game and in others you’ve played in.Your offsides “goal” was almost blocked because of posture.Try these tips and you’ll see improvement.
Tony
Giselle’s eyes narrowed as irritation burned in her chest.She crumpled the paper and spiked it against the locker.“Hedid notjust mansplain to me how to kick a soccer ball!”
She rummaged in the bag and pulled out her sweats, now soiled by the muddy ball.“Really?”Annoyed, she changed into the dirty outfit, zipped the bag closed, then slammed the locker shut.
Her thoughts whirled.Tony must have snuck in here during my shower.The nerve—
Giselle gasped.He didn’t see me and Janice, did he?Or hear me…moaning?Mortified at the possibility, she hurried out of the building and back to her car.
Chapter Three
Boss Woes
On a gloomy Tuesday that threatened more rain, Giselle drove to her job at the local auto dealership.She parked and stepped across the huge lot showcasing new and used vehicles.Sedans, SUVs, trucks, and vans of all makes and models packed the area.Despite the chance of a downpour, several customers browsed the selection looking for a trade-in or deal on a fresh purchase.
As a customer service rep for the auto dealer, this job didn’t represent her goals in life.Only nineteen, she desired to study digital marketing and graphic design, but a tiny bank account prevented such things for the time being.Settling for desk work while wearing fake smiles and listening to whiny car buyers had to suffice for now.
The only upside took place when the company allowed her to draft advertisements for their website.Giselle grew thrilled over the chance to design a few ads.This duty had not been written into her job description.She received zero pay for her efforts as the company took advantage of her skills.However, the opportunity to practice her calling and gain access to design software provided invaluable experience.
“Hey Giselle, tough game last week, but you were amazing,” Ralph said as she pushed through the glass doors and into the showroom floor.As her coworker, the two had quickly become friends when she first started nearly a year ago.
“Thanks,” she replied.“There’s a game this afternoon to determine who my team will face in the losers bra—I mean, for third place.”
Ralph smiled beneath his blond curls, his hazel eyes bright.“None of that loser talk, Giselle.The Rapids played their butts off in this hard league, and third place is still admirable.You got it in the bag.”
“I appreciate the support,” she said, walking alongside him to her small office.She glanced around, a small rock of anxiety building in her gut.“Is the boss in?”
Ralph frowned in disgust.Just mentioning the boss to anyone on the staff would have triggered the same reaction.Nigel, the owner of the dealership, represented the epitome of a bad boss.Nothing satisfied the jerk, even when sales were good.He grumbled about everything and enjoyed humiliating employees in public to stroke his own ego.
“Yeah, he’s around,” Ralph spat.“I’d like to tighten his tie for him.”
