An Offer

You finish walking your last cool down lap, and make your way to your water bottle and— not your phone. You’d already forgotten, the whole team is on media blackout. Until the team media specialists, sponsors, and team owners make a decision on how the team should respond. You most of all since they know of your connection to Amber.

Cindy’s Chatot flies down next to you. “Keep running,” it says in a perfect recreation of Malcolm’s voice.

Cindy walks up behind you, “Don’t listen to him.”

“Fuck me harder,” the Chatot mimics its owner’s voice. Cindy rolls her eyes, and playfully bats at the pokemon.

“Any word on getting our phones back?” you ask.

She shrugs her shoulders, “Nothing yet.” She feeds Chatot a couple slices of wepear berry. The pokemon uses Cindy’s voice to moan after each bite. You chuckle at the erotic sounds emanating from the bird, but Cindy doesn’t seem to be the least bit embarrassed.

“I just want to know if Amber is okay, I promise not to make any posts.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Cindy sighs, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you want to be captain or not?” Chatot says in a man’s voice. Cindy’s fingers tighten around your shoulder.

“Listen up, I’m sure you’re all wondering what’s going on,” the same voice booms through the practice arena. You and Cindy both turn to where an older gentleman stands near the entrance to the arena. You met him once when you first got the job with the Laurels. He’s the team manager and one of the owners, Lorenzo.

“We’re putting together an official press release for the team. You’ll get your copies later tonight before the announcement tomorrow. And then, we’ll give back confiscated phones, with signed contracts about not going against the Laurels’ official statement.”

He claps his hands and starts to walk out before turning around and walking straight towards you and Cindy. “Do you want to be captain or not?” Chatot repeats in Lorenzo’s voice.

“Cindy, my dear,” Lorenzo says with his arms held wide. He pulls her in for a hug, sniffing her hair. As they pull away, he kisses her on both cheeks before turning to you. “And, it’s Jacqueline, right?” he pulls you in for a hug as well, before kissing both of your cheeks.

“Jack, actually,” you correct, fighting the urge to wipe the old man’s kisses from your cheeks.

“Of course, doll,” he says, wrapping his arm around Cindy and pulling her in close. Your skin crawls at the thought of yourself in her place. “Cindy’s been telling me all about you, ain’t that right doll?”

Cindy places a hand against Lorenzo’s chest, “Real promise.”

“I can see,” he says, his eyes gliding over your body, making you wish that you were wearing more than your workout clothes. “Why don’t you stop by my room tonight? And we can talk about your future with the team. If everything goes right, you might play in a game before the season is over.”

“I want to play,” Chatot says in Cindy’s voice.

Lorenzo laughs, “Sorry, little buddy, I think you’re too small for anyone to ride.” He ruffles the pokemon’s feathers. Chatot roars at him with a voice that sounds like Malcolm’s Steelix. He laughs then turns back to you, “So come by around 7 and we’ll have dinner and,” he pauses slightly, licking his lips, “talk.”

Once Lorenzo is out of ear shot, you let out a sigh, “Why do I get the feeling he doesn’t want to just talk?”

Chatot opens his mouth and the unmistakable gllk gllk sounds of a blowjob roll out. You and Cindy laugh for a moment, before she gathers herself enough to talk. “I’m sorry, I wanted to warn you. But I thought it would be longer before he came for you. I think this whole thing with the Sirens has drawn his attention.”

“So what, if I want to be on the team I have to do—“ you move your hands in a jerk off motion.

“No, no,” Cindy starts, but she doesn’t exactly sound convincing. “I’m sure they wouldn’t fire you, but it might take awhile to rise up the ranks.” Her voice drops to nearly a whisper, “If it ever happens.” She won’t make eye contact with you, she knew this was coming, that by asking you to join the Laurels, you would eventually be faced with Lorenzo.

“You could play. Do you want to be captain or not?” Chatot says in his voice.

You clench your fists, can you really go through with this? It’s not like you haven’t done the same thing or worse, every forfeit along your journey, you reach up touching your hair, or the Rocket afterparty. Is Lorenzo any worse than Blue? Than Team Rocket?

“It’s really not that bad,” Cindy cuts in, breaking the silence.

“That’s a good girl,” Chatot says with Lorenzo’s voice.

Your skin crawls, and Cindy coughs, “You could always distract yourself.” She digs in her bag, and puts something in your hand. It is another baggy, black and white powder flecked with red. “With your effects, you might even enjoy it.”

You gulp staring at the bag, “Yea, maybe.” You quickly throw it in your bag, with your other baggy of **** sitting in the bottom. You wish you could talk to Amber.

“Come on, it’s time for weight training,” Cindy starts walking to the weight room.

“If everything goes right, you might play in a game,” Chatot mimics Lorenzo, as he flies after Cindy.