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Chapter 90 by gibbio260

It's barely been two weeks and you have already made such progress with your goth slut

An “easy” thursday

It's Thursday morning and you are running, not because you want to but because you have to.

“Guys I'm sorry *pant pant* I was up way late with assignments and just slept through my alarm this morning *pant* please don't hate me.” Flick apologises uselessly between sprints.

“Fuck... you...” You're pretty sure you echo the sentiments of the other girls.

Bec was halfway through suggesting we do a distance thing, which sucks in its own right but then Ms Simmons, out of nowhere, declared the punishment would be 400m runs. Now anyone that has run track or done any training will agree that 400m is the worst. Too far to sprint but not far enough that its acceptable to jog. Literally a nightmare.

You had just completed your 8th run and you feel like ****. Fortunately everyone else looks like crap so you are in good company. Ms Simmons who has done fuck all the entire morning apart from sit on her phone and look confused decides at precisely this point to make a small annoucement.

“Alright we are nearly at the end. From now on every time you win a race you don't have to run anymore. We will run two races ,the two losers have a back to back wall sit for 2 minutes before we return to training.”

“Fuck,” you knew this was bad for you.

Bec wins the first race every single time and Flick is just more of a runner than you. One more race and you are fine cause Scarlett's big titties prevent her from being good at any running activity but only 2 being safe meant you may as well conserve your strength for the wall sit.

Just as you predicted Bec wins the first race by a huge margin. The girl is just a fitness machine and has long legs that quite frankly would be better served wrapped around your head, but oh well.

The three of you remaining have a bit of a look at each other, no one has the energy left to make smart comments. You feel real tension as you all line up for the final race you were hoping the others would be out of energy but it looks like the pair of them aren't done yet.

For the final time of the morning you hear Ms Simmons call go and you just book it. Making the decision literally on the line that you were going to win this race you take off. You burst off the starting line feeling determined as ever. To your horrible dismay your legs just don't have the same level of go in them as they did at the start of the morning. So sadly Flick seems to keep pace with you quite easily. On the back 200m she passes you and you find your situation going from bad to worse as you struggle to complete the race only narrowly beating Scarlett who is pretty much running while holding her chest.

As you stand there,bent over, just trying to breathe a very smug Ms Simmons walks over to you and says “Oh ladies that's such a shame for you, now back to back 2 minutes, wall sit, if you drop I restart the timer.”

“But we need a break?” Scarlett chimes in literally taking the words out of your mouth.

“Maybe if you stopped taking breaks and actually started working you wouldn't come last in every race Scarlett.”

She opens her mouth to say something and almost starts when she catches you giving her the long hard stare. If you had telepathy you would be saying “NO YOU FOOL, SHUT UP OR IT GETS WORSE.” hmm maybe you should check the AMA to see if something like that is possible.

Fortunately even without telepathy she seems to get the hint and shuts up. You then both set up back to back and slowly walk your feet out lowering down until you hear Ms Simmons say go.

The discomfort sets in immediately, being far worse than a normal wall sit because instead of because able to balance yourself on a wall you are constantly pushing against another person who is also pushing back and redistributing their weight. 30 seconds in and discomfort has turned to pain, but you and Scarlett seem to have found a bit of a groove with the balance aspect of it so you are making it.

“Come on Scar that's a minute we are halfway there you can't go dying on me.”

“I's trying Issy but I'm hurting I don't know if I can do it.”

“I know girl I'm struggling too. But we need to get it first time, if we drop now we will never do it. Come on make it and I'll carry you back up the hill and we can hang out in my room, I have aircon.”

“Oh my god air con. Oh I've never wanted air con so bad.”

You know you just need to keep her talking, anything to get her mind off the situation. But every second it was getting harder. The pain turned to agony and your legs were shaking violently.

“Come on ladies! Push through this, if we are going to win this year I can't have you dying through some leg exercises.” Bec was in full mentor mode and decided she was going to yell you over the line.

“Yeah, come on guys, don't give up you are so close.” Even Flick was now getting in on the cheering, rich coming from the girl who put you in this position with her tardiness but that was neither here nor there now.

You feel Scarlett slowly slipping down and you do the only thing you can. You reach behind you and grab two handfuls of plump but firm asscheeks and just squeeze.

“EEEK” She squeaks clearly not expecting that.

Her sudden movement almost bucks you off her but you survive, somehow, with most of your weight on one leg. The pain threatens to overwhelm you but you hear the soothing sounds of Bec's voice counting, “3...2...1 annnnnd done.”

You collapse in a heap with Scarlett on top of you. Normally you totally wouldn't care being but it was fucking hot, “Ugh thank god, we made it.” you groan.

“No more sitting around, its training time.” You hear Ms Simmons vaguely, she actually sounds like shes unhappy you made it.

“Fuck that bitch,” you say under your breathe as you slowly get up.

Scarlett nods as you both go and grab rackets. After all that running its not a great session but you enjoy some easy rhythm hitting and no one is really interested in making their opponent run.

“That's a wrap girls, well done you all survived now head off and remember Saturday morning we have training and if you are late to that one today will seem like a picnic.” Bec annouces.

You have another session of skill foundations today which is completely pointless so you have no qualms about deciding to skip it.

“Fuck it, it's time for a day of lazing about and doing nothing.”

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