The Volleyball team

Thinking back to your high school days, you remembered how much you enjoyed playing on the volleyball team. Although you always liked to say it was a team effort, you were your team's star player. Sometimes you wondered if it was your prowess on the court that led to you getting your breeder's license. The girls are wearing normal vollyball outfits: shirts with spandex shorts along with elbow and knee pads.

Seeing those girls halfheartedly hit the ball around while their coach ignored them in favor of getting a disinterested blowjob made you more than a little upset. You hope you can make some of them love the game as much as you used to. As you walk over, the girls give you a curious look, wondering who you are and why you're there. When the coach finally notices, he gives you a weird look.

"Hey man, what are you doing here? Only staff and faculty are-" You cut him off by simply showing him your license, making his eyes nearly bug out of his head. The whole team takes notice, reacting with every emotion on the spectrum from disgust to lust.

"So you're the coach of this team, huh?" you say, addressing the fat man. "What's your name?"

He swallows. "Yeah, I'm the Coach Lucas here. I mean, I'm Coach Lucas." The girl who was previously sucking his dick has now stopped, and is staring at you along with the rest of her teammates. Considering the amount of free time you have, it would be easy for you to step in and take over as coach of the team. It could actually be a fun challenge for you to mold them into an actual good team. It would be a less fun challenge to be careful not to knock them all up at once. Or you could always take over as an assistant, or make Lucas an assistant. There's always the option of knocking up all the girls you want and then leaving, too.