Answers and meeting of minds

Your cock was still uncomfortably hard, as you walked out to the football field. At one end you could see Coach Reese was working with his team, finishing up preparation for tomorrow's game.

At the other end, Maddie had the girls going through their routine for during halftime. "Fuck, they looked soo young and sexy," you thought to yourself. Unable to stop, you started stripping off their clothes in your mind. Given the fact you're fucking them, it was easy to do.

"MR. JAKLOWSKI IF YOU'RE HAVING SUCH A HARD TIME PAYING ATTENTION, THEN I GUESS YOU WON'T MIND RUNNING 50 GASSERS," roared Coach Reese before blowing his whistle.

Looking over, you saw a young man heading to the sidelines. You kind of felt sorry for the young man. Even at 49 you would find it hard not to give the girls a side eye.

Turning back to the girls, you're reminded of the superintendent talking about funding the cheerleaders shaking their asses for the football team. Nope, asshole, you think to yourself, they're shaking them for me. You spend a few more minutes stripping them in your mind before rousing yourself. Walking over to Maddie, she turned, flashing you a smile.

"I see you finally decided to join us," she teased.

"Sorry, Maddie, one of my students was out sick and had some questions about her makeup homework," you say, lying.

"Her.... " Maddie replied, wagging her eyebrows.

"It's nothing like that, Maddie; besides, she's a student." You protest.

"Uh huh," she murmured, leaving you unsure if she believed you or not.

You were about to say something when Coach Reese launched into a truly foul series of curses before lambasting the defensive line for missing their assignments.

Maddie shakes her head before saying, "Go sit down, Grandpa, while I tire the team out."

You head over to the bleachers, and sitting down, you start reading more of the binder Maddie had given you. Maddie worked the team for the better part of two hours before, with a satisfied smirk, she blew her whistle, saying, "Okay, ladies, hit the shower and have a good night."

The team breaks heading into the showers. You get up following them to the gymnasium when Maddie sidles up next to you.

"So," she broke the ice, "would you happen to know how Lili ended up getting a tattoo that says she's Daddy's personal cum dump?"

Aware that Maddie knew some of what's going on, there was no way you were going to cop to it in public if you could help it.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Frankly, the thought of me being in a tattoo parlor is, as my niece would say, "totally cringe."

Of course you had, but it was cringe, so you're only halfway lying.

Maddie's eyes sparkled with mischief. "If that's your story, who am I to yell 'bullshit'?"

She then grabbed your arm, stopping you. "But seriously, I've caught four girls trying to sneak their phones out in the locker room to take pictures of it."

"Figures," you think to yourself. You had selfishly gotten her that tattoo to mark your property, but you'd forgotten just how catty teenagers could be.

Seeing your eyes darken, Maddie added, "I've informed them that not only would they have been expelled from the team had they been caught with a picture. But I also told them that they were risking jail time and being a sex offender."

"Did that have the intended effect?" you ask.

"I think so," Maddie confirmed, "but I also had Jennifer impress upon them how bad of an idea it would be for a photo of her... intimate tattoo to get out."

"Anything else?" you wearily ask.

She thinks for a second before saying, "Well, now that you're mentioning it. Some enterprising girls have tracked down online Lily's collar and have started calling her SS behind her back."

"SS," you query.

Leaning in close, she giggled, saying, "Submissive slut."

"So wonderfully submissive," your subconscious crowed.

"Well, as long as it just stays whispers and catty comments and doesn't escalate to pictures on phones, there's not much we can officially do." You say, thinking out loud.

The two of them headed into the gymnasium as the team cleaned up and changed. You stepped into your office for a few minutes before you were surprised by the door banging open as Coach Reese stormed into the office.

Glowering at you Coach Resse didn't waste any time berating you.

"Listen, I don't care what you need to do to rein in Jennifer Marlow. But do it; her shenanigans are starting to affect my players' well-being, and there will be hell to pay if it doesn't stop."

Stunned, you clamber to your feet to meet the irate man eye to eye.

Managing to stay calm, you ask, "Okay, just hold on. What has Jennifer done that's affecting your players?"

"She had all her bitches break up with my players, and it's causing havoc that I don't fucking need." He spat out.

You saw Jennifer appear in the doorway behind the couch. Judging by the amused expression pasted to her face, she was enjoying this.

"Maybe, Coach, if your players weren't so self-absorbed, they'd still have girlfriends." She observed.

The coach spun; upon seeing Jennifer, his expression visibly darkened. Looking back to you, he decreed, "Fix it, or I will."

He then stormed out, roughly brushing past Jennifer. She watched the irate coach storm off before entering the office, closing the door.

"What the fuck was that about?" you ask.

"It's not you, nor is it me," she said before adding impishly, "wholly. Since Coach Reese has started teaching here, he has been encouraging a sense of entitlement among the football team."

Puzzled, you ask, "Why would he do that?"

"I imagine he wants to make the jump from high school to college football." She guessed. "I know he taught out in West Texas before moving here."

You nod; you had seen Friday Night Lights and knew just how seriously they took high highschool football there.

Cocking your head, you ask, "And what do you mean it's not wholly us?"

Her smile turned flirty, and you knew where she was going. "After playing hide the salami with you, it's kind of hard to put up with boys who think they are gods being able to out slot A into tab B."

"But I'm not with all of you...."

"Yet," she impishly interjected.

"But Jennifer I said when," you say waving your arms dramatically,"this started that I'd only play with 18 year olds."

Jennifer smirked as she plopped onto your desk. Leaning towards you on one arm, she leered at you, saying, "I know that, Daddy. I've jotted down when every senior on the team turns 18."

"Okay, then why does Coach Reese say you had every cheerleader break up with their boyfriend?"

Jennifer's eyes twinkled as she reached over, poking you in the chest. "That was all you, Daddy. Did you imagine we'd still be dating boys when we learned just what a man can do?"

The thought of Beth Anne or Lili letting someone other than you paw them filled you with revulsion. It must have shown on your face because Jennifer clucked her tongue, saying, "Don't worry, we're all yours even if we have to share you."

You collapse into the chair, relieved to hear her say that. Looking up into the eyes of your first lover, you found yourself saying, "Jennifer, I know you have plans within plans, but please take care; I want this to be more than a conveyor belt of kinks and fetishes."

Jennifer sat back, looking thoughtful. "Is that what you think I'm up to, Mr. Clarkson?"

"Honestly...no. But I can see that this could end up there," you confess.

Jennifer perched there on the desk for a long time. You could hear the team start exiting the locker room. Jennifer stared at the wall as if she was looking out at something that only she could see.

Quietly, she told you, "Ever since Dad got rich, I've watched my family fall apart. My parents are so horrid; I haven't heard anything, not a whisper, since Jack and Myra graduated."

You nod, wanting to hug her, but sense she needed to let it out.

"Two million dollars is what's waiting for me if I'm valedictorian. Enough money to forge me a new, better family."

Remembering yesterday, you ask, "Is that what you meant by centralizing the team, the squad, the harem?"

Jennifer nodded, and you were about to inquire further when there was a knock at the office door.

"Uncle Jason, are you in there? Me and Lili are ready," your niece called through the door.

That seemed to rouse Jennifer to action as she hopped off the desk, opening the door.

"Oh, Jennifer, we could come back if..." your startled niece stammered.

Jennifer shrugged, saying, "No need; we were just talking about Coach Reese's conniption fit."

She then turned back to you, asking, "I know you wanted to have that special meeting tonight. But could we do it the Saturday after the carwash at my place?"

You say, "Sure," as Jennifer uncharacteristically rushed off.

Krystal quickly let the other girls know about the change. Picking up your things, you and the girls walked out to the car. Getting in, you pull out of the parking lot for the drive home.