Let the girls decide

"Hello ladies," you say, addressing the team, "my name is John Doe. I've only been in town for a few days, and I used to be a pretty good volleyball player back in my day. It's always been a passion of mind, so when I came to check out the local team, it made me sad to see the level of coaching you guys were getting." You shoot a look at Coach Lucas, who is red with both anger and embarrassment. "If you girls want to get better, I can take over as coach, or just be an assistant. However, I figure I'd leave the decision to you guys since you'll be the ones most affected."

One of the girls, a pretty blonde, raises her hand. "So you're a breeder?"

"Yep, I sure am."

"Does that mean you're going to get us all pregnant?" She seems more curious than worried, though by the looks on the faces of some of her teamates, some of them are definitely worried.

You smile back at her, "Not all of you. It would be hard to field a team if all of you were pregnant," the girls laugh. "I'll have to restrain myself to just a few of you."

Another girl, this one a tall brunette, raises her hand. "How good do you think we can be? We've finished dead last in our conference for years." The other girls seem to look up to her, and you assume she is the captain of the team.

You check out the group, assesing them as you do. "I see a lot of raw potential here. The way you guys move is athletic and natural, and I feel like I can mold you into a team to be reckoned with." The girls start chattering excitedly among each other, seemingly happy with your answer.

Then, a very petite redhead raises her hand. Of all the girls, she was the one who seemed the most excited about hearing you were a breeder. "Is it true that breeders have foot long cocks?" she asks brazenly, making some of the other girls blush.

"That's true for some breeders, but not me," you say, to her dissapointment, and to the relief of most of the other girls. "Mine is actually well over a foot," one of the other girls gasps, and the redhead perks right back up with a huge grin. Looks like the team has a size queen. They immediately start chattering again.

The tall brunette raises quiets the group and raises her hand once more. "Can we discuss our decision and take a vote?" You nod, and they circle up far enough away where you can't hear them talk. They take a half hour talking before returning to you and Coach Lucas. "We've made our decision," the tall brunette says. "We want you to be our new coach," she says to your smile and Lucas's frown.

"And what about me?" he asks, with a bit of anger.