AR Day 6 - Make it work

Your foot hurts... but not as much as it hurts to wake up alone. You go downstairs with the other girls and get ready to face the week, and all the dumb reality TV stuff it will include... apparently starting with everyone having to run back to camp when it's not even light out yet.

Running is bad. You can do it, but it's hard not to act like you are limping, and this will not help your foot heal. You have to ice it as soon as possible.

It's a tough run, but you finally get back to camp. You, Aki, Sun, Lara, and Viti head for the Pink Cabin.

As you jog toward it, you can see several new additions to the camp. There are some trailers between the buildings, and new lights have been set up around the fields. There are more people around. And cameras.

Cameras are everywhere.

You lead the way into the Pink Cabin, where you find your new coach, and the new players waiting for you.

Sam, from the UK, is short, but athletic. She has a nice tan, and red hair that is much darker than yours. She's pretty, and she looks friendly.

Elena, apparently from Kenya, towers over everyone. Her skin is way lighter than Duni's, a beautiful cappucino shade, and her short hair is white. She looks confident, and she has a strong, amazing body.

Rebecca, from the US, came up from the swim camp. She's a petite brunette who looks nervous.

Sheva, from Senegal, smiles at Viti, who waves back. They know each other. Sheva's gorgeous, with slightly darker skin than Elena, but a much smaller body. She's about the same size as you. She looks a bit cocky.

Lili, from Monaco, has fair skin and spectacularly long, blonde hair. She is shockingly pretty, but slender and not very tall. She looks a little haughty.

Max, from the US, is another small brunette, even slimmer than Rebecca... she looks almost frail, and she does not look confident. You heard a rumor that she recently lost somebody, so she might not be at her best.

You instantly see that your team has a size problem. Elena is your only seriously tall and strong player. Next to her, you and Lara are the next tallest... and you and Lara are not THAT tall. This is not good.

Finally, you look at your coach, Tiff.

Instead of sneakers or cleats, she wears chunky, red boots. Oddly, she wears suspenders with her short, black skirt. Her white crop top is stretched by a very generous chest. She wears her long, black hair loose. She looks pretty athletic... and cheerful.

"Welcome!" she chirps, clapping her hands. "You all know your Captain, Riley!"

You blush.

"We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other. Right now, we have to get busy. We have some big competition, and I know some of these teams have already been plotting and practicing, so let's go!"

"Go where?" Lili asks, tossing her hair.

"Drills! I need to see you all in action," Tiff says, pushing you all out the door and toward the field.

You last about twenty minutes before Tiff blows her whistle and pulls you aside.

"What's the problem?" she asks.

"I have a sprain," you admit. She can tell already.

"Oh shit," she says. "Already?"

"I know," you say, wanting to cry.

"OK. We'll figure this out later. Can you stand?"

"Standing's easy," you say. "It's running that I shouldn't do."

"OK. Run the practice. Stand here and tell them what to do. I'll go talk to the producers."

Shit... well, you know how to do it. You take Tiff's whistle and start shouting orders to the team, and they actually listen to you... you are the captain. This sucks so much...

By lunchtime, they are all sweaty and gross, but not you. They go off to shower, and Tiff comes back and tells you to eat lunch. She does not look happy.

After lunch you all gather in a classroom to analyze the competition. It's weird to hear them all talking about Adella... but it's true that Adella is one of the strongest attackers around. You aren't sure you could take her even without an injury... but it was going to be fun to try. Now you are just sick with worry.

At dinner, Tiff takes you aside again and tells you to go see the nurse when you're done. There is nothing the nurse can do for you that you can't do for yourself... you how to deal with sports injuries, but you limp over there after you eat.

You see blonde hair inside the infirmary and assume that Angela must still be covering for the other nurse, but you are wrong. It's another, older woman, also blonde. She's not nearly as gorgeous as Angela, but her blouse shows plenty of cleavage, so that's a nice bonus.

"Hi, Riley," she says. "Come in."

You go in shyly. You know who this is: it's Annette. She runs this place. She's American.

"Are you a nurse?" you ask her.

"I'm a doctor," she says. "Clothes off."

"What's a doctor doing running a soccer camp reality TV show?" you ask as you strip down to your underwear.

"So you're hurt," she says, patting the exam table and ignoring your question. You hop up. "On the first day."

"Sorry," you say.

"You should be. You know we can drop you for this. Send you home," she says sternly.

You feel sick.

"Oh God," you say.

"You want to stay?"

Of course you want to stay! Adella is here.

"Yes," you say.

"Anyone else I can sub, but not a captain," she goes on, but you sense that she doesn't really care about soccer...

"I'll play on it," you say bravely.

"You'll need this," she tells you, holding up a weird object. Is it a fancy needle for injecting things?

"What is it?"

"It'll help you heal," she says.

Oh God... doping? But she's the boss. This must be a test.

"Nope," you say, waving a hand. "I don't cheat."

"It won't give you an advantage in the game. It will just help your body heal," Annette says. "But you don't have to take it if you don't want to."

You aren't hard, but you still have a bulge in your boyshorts. She keeps looking at it. She must not be used to girls like you, but at least she is cool about it. After all, there is that rule here that girls like you are welcome. It must come from her. She's can't be a bad person.

"If it won't get me in trouble and I can stay, then I guess it's OK," you say uncertainly.

"Good. You stay here tonight. If you need anything, text Angela." Annette comes over and puts her hand on your thigh, rubbing your skin. "I'm only giving you a half dose."

You don't know what it is... so you don't know the difference between a half dose and a full dose. You get a look at the thing as she gets ready to inject you. It has the letter B on it.

"OK, flip over," she says.

Nervously, you scoot onto the table and roll onto your front. Annette gently tugs up on your boyshorts to reveal a bit of your buttock. Her fingers feel good.

"Mmm," you say as she injects you. There's a bit of sting, but also a tingle.

"There you go." She gently rubs the skin for a moment, then she's done.

"Stay off that foot as much as you can," she says. "I'll check on you in the morning. Just take that room." She points.

"OK," you say. You are just relieved that she didn't send you home.