SOL - Done it Again Part 5

Your Uber arrives and you gratefully climb into the back. You have the weekend to yourself, and you intend to use it to get away from all this. Maybe somewhere else, alone, you can clear your head.

As you go to pull the door shut, a hand shoots out and stops you.

A sweaty, panting girl in the uniform of Red Team leans in.

“Adella,” she says.

It’s Olivia.

She’s from Mexico and she’s a noted influencer. She has those perfect genes for that particular kind of bikini pic that Instagram loves. It was her knockout body and the fact that at the time, you were the only two Spanish speakers around that led you to impulsively hook up with her less than 24 hours after arriving at this camp, but Olivia’s not like some of these other girls. She’s not lonely or needy; she never even glanced your way after that brief, feverish moment in a cabin shower.

You don’t know much about her, although you are 99% sure that one night, alone in your room back home, you might have jerked off looking at her pictures on Instagram.

“Riona says you blocked her,” Olivia says bluntly.

Olivia must have run here all the way from Loser Camp.

“Where is she?” you ask.

Olivia snorts. Right. As though Riona would make a run like that after a match. Or ever. She’s a decent footballer, but endurance is not her strong suit. You’re glad; you like her body the way it is: soft and jiggly.

“I’m OK,” you say.

Olivia nods. “You played well.” At least someone noticed. “Riona’s worried about you.”

You are a little moved by that. Maybe you shouldn’t make so many assumptions about people. You like Riona, truly, but in your heart you probably saw her more as a cock sleeve than a friend. So you assumed, or projected, that she saw you as a dildo.

That just makes you feel worse.

“There is a lot,” you say. That’s the truth.

Olivia looks understanding. She holds your gaze for a few moments, perhaps deciding whether to press or let it be. She must decide to let it be, because she nods again and sighs, looking bitterly at the Lodge. Of course. She’s not happy about being in Loser Camp.

“You earned it,” she says, and that’s like another punch in the gut. You misjudged Riona and you misjudged Olivia too. Everyone knows that Olivia’s not here for football; she’s not even that good. FUTA likes her because her ass is a global treasure, and Olivia likes it here because it gets more eyeballs onto that ass.

She’s vain, but pragmatic. And, you just learned, very classy.

“Thanks,” you say.

She gives you a little smile and indicates the car with her eyes.

“Going into the city for the night?”

You see what she’s getting at. She doesn’t want to go back to Loser Camp.

Let Olivia into the car?

Or go alone?