LR Day 5 - After the lab

You wake up in this room... it's like a hotel room, with two beds. It's nice.

You remember being brought here. The Lodge is what they called it. You are a part of the soccer camp again... just like you were before that thing in the lab.

It definitely feels good to wake up free, but you feel a wetness in your underwear. You move the sheets to find your boyshorts soaked with... no, this is not a wet dream. It's precum.

Your penis isn't hard, but it's... bigger. Even soft, it's a bit fatter and longer than you remember, and there's a lazy, shiny bead of precum on the head.

You stagger out of bed and into the shower. You clean up, stuffing your cock into a clean pair of boyshorts before getting dressed and going downstairs.

At breakfast, everyone quiets down at the coaches gather at the front of the room. Everyone stops eating and talking to listen. Something is going on.

Michelle steps forward, apparently the spokesperson.

"So, announcement time. Everyone listening?" she asks.

"Yes," everyone says together.

"OK. Remember how you have all been gossiping about a new league? And how that's our fault, kind of?" She gestures at the other coaches.

"Yes," everyone says.

"About that. There's no new league," she says.

The room explodes with shock and from some girls, outrage.

"What?" You can't believe it. It's all anyone could talk about yesterday...

"Shut up and listen," Michelle says impatiently. "It's not a league. It's a TV show."

She has to wait again while you all freak out.

"But! But! It's not getting produced yet," she goes on. "Seriously, guys. Let me finish. The producers are here to do a trial run. Your coaches and supervising coaches all have the contract, and you will get your chance to look at it and make your decision."

You want to laugh... like anyone is going to NOT want to be on a TV show about soccer. Everyone will sign.

"For this show, we are going to do a scaled down league, which means teams. But it's a show, not a league. That means these people want to see drama. They want rivalries and things like that. You're sorted into teams, and you *stay* with your team. Your team is like your family," Michelle says.

Wait a minute. What are the teams? Who is on which team? You and lots of the other girls start demanding to know, but Michelle shushes everyone.

"We'll post them in a minute. And I know! I know there's romance here at this camp where we are supposed to be concentrating on training," she says, kind of irritatingly. "So this is how it works. On Mondays you train. On Tuesdays, you have a half-day of training and a practice match. On Wednesdays, you do strategy and light training. On Thursdays, a half-day of training and match prep. On Friday, you have a real match against another team. There will be six teams. Three matches. The winning teams get to spend the weekend here at the lodge. The losers have to stay at camp. What happens at the lodge stays at the lodge. This is the only place where you can mingle with other teams. So if you want to mingle, you have to win. If you don't care about mingling and you just care about soccer, you still have to win, because only winners get interviews. That's how this is going to work."

Whoa. That's a lot. But wait... there are a lot of girls at camp, but not enough for six teams.

"Are these just very small teams, then?" Beth pipes up.

"No. Full teams. More girls arrive tomorrow, and a few of the girls from the Swim Camp are going to come up and join. We..." she says, pointing at herself and the other coaches. "Are your subs if there are injuries. Yes, we know there are some girls here who don't have to sit down to pee. Those girls don't have to hide that. No secrets. Any other questions?"

Wow! You can shower with everyone else now? And share a changing room? And yes, there are lots of questions, but you just want to know what team you are on... but you don't get to see that until after you sign a contract, and none of the coaches will let anyone sign a contract that they have not read yet.

Going over the contracts takes most of the morning. You finally get yours signed, and are handed a sheet with the teams on it. You are officially a contestant in the pilot shoot for Football Ultimate Television Association, or FUTA for short.

You check out your team.

PINK TEAM:

1. Riley (USA) Captain, Striker COACH: Tiff

2. ATT Aki (JAP)

3. ATT Lara (UK)

4. MID Sun (KOR)

5. MID Sam (UK)

6. MID Elena (KEN)

7. DEF Rebecca (USA)

8. DEF Sheva (SEN)

9. DEF Lili (MON)

10. DEF Max (USA)

11. GOAL Viti (IND)

Wow... this is so much to take in. You were missing for days, but they still want you to be a captain? OK... it's just so much to deal with. You talk to Michelle and sign the contract, but then go off by yourself to be alone. You have to think. You find a quiet and lonely place on the patio. It's a nice day. You just need to get your composure back... figure out what happened. Call your family and tell them about this contract you signed...

...but someone is coming.

It's a slim, pretty brunette in a short, white dress.

"Hi," you say, trying to act normal.

"Hi," she says back, sitting beside you on the patio bench. "You're Riley, right? The really good American player."

"I guess," you say. She's really pretty. You can smell her perfume as she sits beside you. It's weird, but you feel like you can... see through her clothes. You can see her breasts, which are not large, but are still cute... kind of nestled in her bra. You see every detail of her... it's a bit weird.

"They say you're as good as Adella," she says.

"Maybe," you say shyly...

She scoots closer to you on the bench... you wish she wouldn't. She's pretty, and you are more... sensitive? Than you would be normally?

"You don't seem like you're okay," she says... she seems to honestly be concerned about you.

"There has been a lot happening lately," you explain. It's true...

"Can we help in some way? We need our stars to be at their best," she says, obviously trying to be nice.

"I am OK," you tell her. It's not true. You feel weird. Your penis tingles, and the rest of you...

"What is that smell?" she asks.