FP Chapter 6

Thunderstruck is the only word that can describe it. It’s not just you and your team, it’s Tiff. Even the people in the stands seem thrown by what just happened.

“Great job! Great job!” Holly is on the field, giving out high-fives and thumbs up. “Great game, great hustle!”

Dolly is in the booth with Moxxi and Lulu, who look uncomfortable, but they’re all talking together.

“What the fuck is happening?” you ask dazedly as people and camera operators move around. They’re recording this.

“OK, everybody! Let’s go to the busses!” Carly calls out, all smiles and bubbly energy. Her words come out in this singsong kind of way, and she’s making big, exaggerated gestures toward the buses. “Pink Team! Asssssemble!” It’s like she’s trying to sound like that annoying little robot in that video game you played once. It had like a desert planet in it or something.

“OK, guys. Guys. You have to do what she says,” Tiff says, pushing some of the others toward the bus. “It’s in your contract. You follow your captain. Let’s go.”

She all but drags you onto the bus and throws you in a seat. It’s a shockingly quiet and awkward ride to the Lodge, mainly because Carly jumps into your seat with you, glowing. You just sit there.

At the Lodge, you and others go to line up and get your rooms figured out with Bee at the front desk, like always, but Carly is in the way.

“Not so fast, everybody! Circle up!”

Everyone complies. Some are just stunned, like you. Others are openly pissed, like Elena and Sheva. They are not good at hiding their emotions. Max looks especially shaken.

“Room assignments! Let’s get plenty of rest tonight, because we have so much to do together tomorrow,” Carly gushes. “Max with Sheva. Rebecca with Viti. Sam with Aki. Sun with Lili. Lara and Elena.” She goes on with more of the worst possible combinations. This is hell. “And I’ll room with Riley!” she says, hooking her arm through yours and pulling you in. Your head wobbles like a bobblehead as you stand there, disbelieving.

You eat dinner in a daze. She sticks close to you, so you can’t even have a few minutes to talk to Lara or Aki, your unofficial second and third in command.

But you’re not in command anymore. This is a lot.

The big dining room is tense. The other teams are doing even worse than yours. They’re already fighting. At least nobody on Pink Team has said anything that they’ll regret yet. They keep giving you looks, and you discreetly try to convey that they need to stay cool. You can figure this out.

“Got our key, Roomie!” Carly says. Great. You need her to get into the room. You follow her up, dragging your feet pathetically. You don’t feel very dominant, but at least once everyone gets to their rooms you can get away from her and try to make sense of this.

Upstairs, you get on your phone to text with your family and look after your life outside FUTA. After that, you get up to leave.

“Hey now,” Carly says with a big smile. She’s on her bed with a Bible in her lap. “I told you that we need to rest.”

Your temper snaps.

“I’m allowed to leave this room,” you tell her firmly.

“Well, OK. But be back by lights out,” she says with a wink. “That’s nine o’clock.”

Great. You have all of twenty minutes. If you don’t obey, she can complain to FUTA that you’re in breach of contract. Then you’ll have even bigger problems.

“Sure,” you say bitterly.

She beams at your back as you leave the room. You head down to Lara and Elena, who open the door for you. They’re both still dressed and their bags aren’t even open. It looks like Lara was pacing.

“Oh, thank god,” she says.

“OK, we don’t have time to talk about this. I don’t have a plan. She’s watching me like hawk, but she can’t watch us all. Tell everyone else to play along. I don’t what else to do,” you say with a groan. “I’ll think of something. You got that?”

“Sure thing, boss,” Lara says with a little smile. You don’t see anything to smile about. “I am MVP, aren’t I?”

Without a word, you push your shorts and underwear down, stepping out of them.

“That’s what I like to see,” Lara says, getting that look.

You grab her face, covering her mouth. “Shut the fuck up,” you snarl. You are too pissed off to deal with her. You throw her on the bed.

“Hold her,” you command Elena, who jumps up looking surprised. She climbs onto the bed and holds Lara’s hands over her head.

“Whoa now,” Lara says, laughing.

“I told you to shut up!” You pick up your underwear and crawl onto the bed to stuff them into Lara’s mouth.

“Mmm!” she says as you yank down her shorts and panties. You grab her soft cock and swallow it. She’s hard in seconds, and you give her such an angry, sloppy blowjob that her hips are a foot off the bed. Ignoring Elena’s look, you push her down and turn around, presenting them both with your back. You grab Lara’s cock and sink onto it. You aren’t gentle with her. Lara’s gagged, but the squeals of her bed are not as you ride her like a bronco until her bucking hips lift you, and she fills you with a scalding fountain of cum.

She falls back on the bed with a sad, pathetic noise. You stand up with a groan, finding Elena awkwardly using one hand and her knee to keep Lara’s hand pinned so that she can masturbate. Looks like she’s not quite done.

You decide to do her a solid and climb on top of Lara, straddling her chest. You sit down hard on her breasts and look down at her wide-eyed, beet-red face as you stroke your cock. Three of Elena’s fingers vanish inside her pussy as she cums, watching you cover Lara’s face in semen.

With that taken care of, you get off the bed. Your underwear is wet with saliva and cum, so you pick up Lara’s and pull those on. You put your shorts back on, wipe your hands on Lara’s sheets, and walk out.

Carly has the key, so you have to knock, but she answers right away, wrinkling her nose. She’s wearing a full set of jammies covered in what appear to be… cartoon vegetables? What the fuck? It’s cute, kind of. Her crazy rack strains against the top, even though it’s not supposed to be flattering. But you just came, and you really are not attracted to her right now.

“You need a shower,” she says. “Want to borrow my body wash? See, it’s cute. The bottle’s shaped like an angel.”