IR Day 16 - New Team

The blow of losing your team is tough. Having Ingrid as a support is very helpful. It also helps that there are nice girls on Yellow Team that have your back out of a sense of decency. Azu seems wholesome, even if she does seem to know a suspiciously large amount of information about guns, and Syd is the same way. Cheryl is… brutal. Her sense of humor, her cynicism, but that’s what you need right now. FUTA is not fucking around. They are a **** of pure capitalism. They don’t care about your wellbeing, only your ability to make them money. Your wellbeing plays a role in that… but not so much that they won’t pull shit like this.

That’s OK. You’re adaptable.

It helps that Zofia likes you. She’s stern and rough, but you have the qualities that appeal to her: you’re in great shape and you have skills that you’ve honed through hard work. She respects that. She also has qualities that you like. She might act all butch and tough, but she’s got curves and if she’d take off her sunglasses and smile, she’d be a hell of a MILF.

Not that you’re trying to think about girls other than Ingrid as you sit on your bunk in the morning, absently watching Syd pull white, cotton panties up her smooth, brown legs and over her perfect, toned, round ass. She is so pretty.

You shake your head. You’re frustrated, and that makes you… you know.

That’s OK. You can handle it. There’s another event today, and you can tell that Zofia knows about it. She’s a lot like Tiff, actually. Just gruffer.

At breakfast, you eat scrambled eggs while you listen to Syd and Azu gossip about rumors from Blue Team, which you know to be true. It sounds like all the players on Blue Team have a great time listening to Adella and Riona boning every night in the shower, the one place that they think that they have privacy. But the shower does not drown out Riona’s screams of pleasure, and there’s a rumor that she fell asleep naked one night with Adella’s cum leaking out of her.

That sounds about right to you. It makes you laugh, thinking about how Ingrid would deal with that. She’d blush and focus on her phone or the book she’s reading or something. She’d pretend not to be turned on. But… you know her well enough now to be sure that she’s quietly and discreetly touching herself every night when that’s going on. You want to see that for yourself… what she does when she thinks no one’s looking…

“Riley,” Zofia says sharply. “Focus.”

“Sorry,” you say, snapping out of it. It’s just breakfast, but when Zofia is your coach, everything is a briefing.

“Do not each too much,” she cautions.

Great. She knows something for sure. But… today’s event doesn’t matter. It’s your performance in the game tomorrow that will determine your MVP status and give you a chance to take back what’s yours.

You glance at Karin. She looks worried.