Vote of the people

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t paying attention for a minute,” confessed the coach, stealing a quick glance at his pocket, “so can anyone tell me what happened here?”

“Loraine aimed a ball full force at Marc’s head.” Said a spunky looking girl on Laurent‘s team.

“Yeah, I think I saw her grin as he hit the floor.” A tall boy next to her responded.

“I’m ashamed to admit it,” a thin girl on Loraine’s team ‘confessed’, “but I heard her whisper to me that she wanted to hurt Marc, and that she’d wanted to hit his head.”

“The Fuck?!” Loraine spoke with anger and confusion. “She’s…they’re all lying! I swear to God, I’d hit his chest!”

“ENOUGH!” Yelled the coach, “everyone to the wall, except you, Dupont. You go to the center, face to the wall.”

As everyone was in position, he said, “Dupont, 60 jumping jacks, now!” As Loraine turned her face in disbelief at the coach, he said, “don’t get smart with me. 70, and quick!”

Loraine growled in anger, and did her jumping jacks. Everyone could enjoy her nude form, her bouncing breast, her pubes (a French wax), her ass to the side. Everyone was either poorly holding in their laughs, or were fantasizing about her. She stared at them all with murder in her eyes, and said…

“Your eyes are glued to me. If you guys are smart, they stay that way, because the second aren't, I'll be right behind you!”

Back in the locker room after class, she noticed that she smelled, in no small part because of the jumping jacks, and a shower would only help so much. She needed deodorant, something she also couldn’t own. She’d borrow it from someone here, but after this humiliation, she didn’t think she could. She’d still had some pride left, little as it was. She could nick it from someone and return it before someone noticed.