Lead warm-ups

"Let's go, ladies!" you call out with Vanessa's voice, surprising yourself with how naturally her authoritative captain tone emerges. "Scout night means we bring our A-game from the first warm-up!"

The team responds immediately, falling into formation behind you as you lead them through the double doors onto the gleaming court. The squeak of volleyball shoes against polished hardwood fills the air as your teammates spread out. You note the small but growing crowd in the bleachers, including a serious-looking woman with a clipboard who must be the scout.

"Standard drill pattern," you announce, remembering fragments of Vanessa's pre-game routine from her surface memories. "Partners for stretching first."

Casey automatically moves to your side—apparently she's Vanessa's regular stretching partner. As you sit on the court, legs extended, Casey presses against your back, pushing you forward into a stretch. The sensation of her hands on Vanessa's shoulders sends an unexpected tingle down your spine.

"You feeling okay, V?" Casey asks quietly, leaning close enough that her breath tickles your ear. "You seem different."

"Just focused," you reply, turning your head slightly. "Big night."

As Casey helps you stretch your arms across your chest, you allow your fingers to briefly graze the side of her breast. She doesn't seem to notice. When positions reverse, you place your hands on her shoulders, letting them slide down slightly toward her chest before correcting their position.

"Ball drills!" Coach Harper calls from the sideline, a stocky woman with a weathered face and piercing eyes.

You join the team in a circle, passing volleyballs back and forth. Vanessa's body moves with practiced precision—her hands know exactly how to set the ball even if your mind doesn't fully comprehend the technique. When Lauren bends to retrieve a stray ball, you steal a glance at her toned thighs and rear, appreciating the view from this new perspective.

During a water break, you brush against Vanessa's teammate Jade—a tall girl with deep brown skin and impressive height. As you "accidentally" bump into her, you let your hand graze her hip. She gives you a curious look but says nothing.

"Chen!" Coach Harper calls out. "Lead the attacking drills."

Panic momentarily flutters in your chest—this requires more specific knowledge than you've accessed yet. But as you step forward, Vanessa's body seems to know what to do. Her muscles have done this hundreds of times.

"Two lines!" you command, watching as the team divides. "Setters here, hitters there."

As you demonstrate the first set, launching the ball perfectly to where Lauren jumps and spikes it over the net, a rush of exhilaration washes through you. Vanessa's body is incredible—strong, agile, and precise. Each movement feels like dancing as you continue the drill, occasionally allowing your hands to rest on teammates' waists to "adjust their positions."

"Looking sharp, Chen," Coach Harper nods approvingly from the sideline. "Keep this up tonight, and that PCU scout will be writing you a check before the final whistle."

You smile Vanessa's smile, reveling in the control you have over not just her body, but seemingly her entire world.