FP Chapter 11

Some of the problems with FUTA’s decision to bring in Dolly and Holly as health consultants are beginning to show.

Not only are the players miserable, but now Ana and Angela have come out in protest, outraged about sweatshirts and excessive workouts in **** heat. Sam reports to you that she heard them yelling at Annette in her office about the dangers of heatstroke.

The sweatshirts mysteriously disappeared shortly afterward, but the constant surveillance continued. With the heat and the offensive nature of all these incompetent captains, fuses are shorter than ever. More fights happen in a day now than in a week before. FUTA is loving all the extra drama… except for two people.

Holly and Carly.

Carly carries the shame of what happened like a lead weight, and Holly is now totally unfocused at all times.

You catch Carly in a moment of vulnerability after lunch on Wednesday. She’s wary of you, but also intrigued by you. She’s upset that you have made her life so complicated, but she also probably can’t stop thinking about it. You are willing to guess that she has done more masturbating in the past 48 hours than she has in the last year.

“Relax. I’m not here to make trouble,” you tell her. “I think I kind of know what you’re going through. I just wanted you to know that Holly went through something similar. She might be a good person to talk to. I know you two know each other, right?”

“Yeah,” Carly says, turning to look at Holly, who stands at the edge of the field where Green Team is practicing. She has a whistle in her hand, but isn’t doing anything. Her eyes are distant, and you know what she’s thinking about.

“That’s a good idea,” Carly says. “Thanks, Riley.”

“Of course. I don’t like seeing you uncomfortable,” you say. “You’re too pretty. I like you better when you’re having fun.”

She looks embarrassed, then trots off toward Holly.

You walk away, and Lara joins you. “You think it’ll be today?” she asks.

“For sure,” you reply confidently. “Dolly cannot be happy.”

“I’m sorry,” Dolly says behind you. “I didn’t catch that.”

You and Lara turn to find her standing there with her hands on her hips. She is smaller than the two of you, but she still does a good job projecting authority in her light, but modest yellow dress and big, white hat. She’s frowning at you like… well, that frown reminds you of Ana, the doctor.

“I’ll handle this,” you say to Lara, who smirks and walks away.

Dolly doesn’t look impressed. “Handle what? Me?”

“I thought you might want to talk. Everyone’s on edge.”

“I know what you’re up to, and it won’t work,” she says sternly, moving closer to you. “I’m trying to change this into a show that young girls can watch and look up to. What is so wrong with that?”

“Nothing. But there’s got to be a way to do it that doesn’t trample everyone’s freedoms and kill us all with heat exhaustion,” you say, matching her glare.

“Freedom is overrated,” she grinds out.

“Dolly.” You put your arm around her waist in a friendly way and lead her along the path, looking over the top of her head to give Lara the look. She takes off at a run, signaling to Tiff, who will look the other way as several of your girls leave practice to do their parts.

“Yes, Riley? Do you have time to take away from corrupting these girls to chat with me?” she asks bitterly.

“I don’t know. Do you have time to take away from grifting evangelicals to chat with me?” you retort.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“How much is FUTA paying you to keep the governor off their back?”

“I don’t think that matters.”

“I’m thinking it does,” you reply, giving her a friendly squeeze. “But forget that. I had a talk with Carly.”

“What did you do to her?”

“Nothing! We had a great time. I think she’s coming around to my way of seeing things,” you say.

“She’s a people pleaser, Riley. You’re taking advantage of her.”

“Like you did when you threw her into this situation that she wasn’t ready for? She’s a bad soccer player and a bad captain. The negativity she’s getting has nothing to do with me. Look at all your captains,” you say.

She groans in frustration. “We had to try.”

“Sure. And listen, I talked to Holly too. I think she’s seeing things my way too.”

Dolly lets out a laugh. “Sure, Riley.”

“You don’t believe me? I can show you,” you say, leading her up to Tiff’s cabin.

“How? She’s back there,” Dolly says worriedly, looking toward the fields.

“She’ll be here in a minute.” You open the door, and she follows you inside.

She pauses and looks at you suspiciously as you shut the door.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asks.

“Nothing. I just need you to see. Here.” You turn on the Bluetooth speaker and music fills the cabin. “Come on. We have to hide.”

“Hide?”

“Trust me,” you say.

“No chance.”

“If I’m wrong, I’ll be celibate for the rest of the season,” you say. “Is that a good enough bet for you?”

She snorts. You open the closet, which isn’t very big. It has doors with slats that you can see through.

“After you,” you say.

“You’re locking me in a closet?”

“You’re the one who said freedom was overrated. And I’ll be with you.” You push her in and follow, closing the doors. “It’s cozy,” you say, getting behind her.

“Do you have to be back there?”

“I want you to have a good view,” you say.

“Of what?” she asks.

The cabin door opens to reveal Riona and Ela, leading Holly in. The tall, muscled woman is bright red with embarrassment, but… there was no way that she wasn’t going to go with this.

“What…” Dolly begins, incredulous, and you cover her mouth with your hand.

She watches in disbelief as Ela and Riona effortlessly seduce Holly, getting her clothes off and laying her down on Tiff’s bed, then covering her eyes with a blindfold and tying her hands to the bed frame while taking turns kissing her mouth and body.

You can feel the reaction in Dolly’s body as Holly’s impressive cock swells up. Ela and Riona strip and get to work teasing her. Holly is loving every second of it, and Dolly can see that.

Ela tenderly kisses Holly while Riona playfully slaps Holly’s cock against her large, soft breasts before giving it a big lick.

Dolly’s discomfort grows as she watches. Holly’s happiness is evident when Ela and Riona are both lying on top of her, enmeshed in a three-way kiss with their smooth thighs rubbing her cock.

Riona isn’t as impatient as you like, but you can punish her later.

She climbs onto Holly’s erection and takes it in hard while Ela cradles Holly’s head, the older woman suckling her breast hungrily.

“I told you,” you whisper to Dolly.

“This is absurd,” she whispers back. “She’s tied up!”

You cover her mouth and open the closet door, signaling to Ela. Ela withdraws her breast and unties Holly’s hands. The blindfolded woman doesn’t try to get up or stop the proceedings, she just slaps both hands hard onto Riona’s big, pale ass and squeezes hard. She lets out a throaty moan.

“Yes!” she cries.

Furious, Dolly makes a growling sound. Holly slams up into Riona, who howls and rides her enthusiastically.

Poor Ela stands there, forgotten, looking at the closet uncertainly.

Dolly makes a noise of frustration and tries to look away, but you **** her to look as Holly’s thick shaft throbs, pumping her load deep into Riona’s soft, hairy pussy.

Riona flops contentedly on top of Holly, resting her head on the big woman’s heaving chest.

“Ooohh…” Holly moans, wrapping her arms around Riona. To be fair, Riona’s body is very huggable. You watch with satisfaction as Holly’s cock spurts a final shot between Riona’s buttocks as it softens, lying against her leg.

Dolly’s teeth grind.