Championship Lockerroom: She touched herself thinking about Mr. Howard (Luck:+10, Tenure: +5, Lust: -15)

She touched herself as she thought about Mr. Howard. The memories of his domineering presence flooded back; her principal, her boss, the man blackmailing her, using her. She couldn’t believe she was getting herself off to the thought of him. Maybe it was the fucking power dynamic, the way he took what he wanted. It felt twisted and wrong, but that made it more erotic. Romantic even? No...No...Guilty as hell. She could still picture him as he pushed her down, his dick in her mouth, loving every second of having her under his thumb. She felt filthy, but his hold on her made her cum so hard. She moaned and writhed as she rode out the release.

But why was she letting this get to her? Why did she let herself get off to Howard like that when it was the boys who had just left her covered in cum? Wait—why wasn’t she thinking of Jonathan? She glanced down, watching the mess and suds go down the drain, and hoped she wasn't washing her life down the drain either.

She hastily got out of the shower and dried off quickly, she hoped the towel was a clean one. She didn't really want to think about it. She put her clothes back on. Her wet hair would be a bit of a weird give away and people would likely talk but she felt much fresher. Leah took in a deep breath before exiting the gym and going back out to the noisy championship game.