Chapter 55: Winner’s Reward

The teams formed quickly once Elena announced the stakes.

Andrew ended up on one side with five other players. The remaining six took the opposite half of the court. The difference in energy from the previous practices was immediate and obvious. No one was looking at their phones. No one was leaning against the wall. Every single player was locked in, eyes sharp, bodies coiled with a competitive hunger that had nothing to do with basketball rankings and everything to do with the woman standing at the center of the court in a thin jersey with no bra underneath.

Elena tossed the ball into play.

What followed was the most aggressive practice game the team had run since she took over. Players dove for loose balls. Screens were set hard. Defensive pressure was constant and physical. Elena stayed involved the entire time, running the floor, catching passes, and attempting shots that rarely went in. Her lack of real basketball skill didn’t matter. The boys adjusted around her the same way they had before — protecting her from true contact while still making sure they stayed close enough to feel her.

The game stayed tight until the final minutes. Andrew’s team pulled ahead with a series of quick scores. When the last shot went in, the score was clear. Andrew’s side had won.

Elena stopped near the free-throw line, breathing hard, her jersey damp with sweat and clinging tightly to her bare breasts. She looked at the winning group and gave a small nod.

“Congratulations,” she said. “You earned it.”

The losing team drifted toward the sideline, some of them already looking frustrated. Elena could feel their eyes on her as she turned back to the winners.

“A deal is a deal,” she continued. “You get to play with me.”

She didn’t specify what that meant. She didn’t need to.

The six winners — Andrew among them — stepped back onto the court with her. The losing team remained outside the boundary lines, watching in silence. Elena could feel the weight of their jealousy even without looking directly at them.

The second “game” started the moment the ball was in motion again.

This time there was no pretense of real basketball.

The winners played rough from the first possession. Whenever Elena had the ball, two or three of them closed in at once. Bodies pressed against hers from multiple angles. Hard lengths ground against her hips, her ass, and the soft flesh of her thighs through the thin shorts. Hands that were supposedly reaching for the ball cupped and squeezed her breasts instead, fingers lingering on her nipples through the jersey before pulling away just long enough to keep the motion looking semi-legitimate.

Elena didn’t stop them.

She let the contact happen. She let them grind against her. She let their hands roam under the guise of defense and rebounding. Every deliberate press of a hard cock against her body sent a fresh pulse of heat between her legs. The unresolved need from the previous day mixed with the open, hungry attention of six athletic young men who had just earned the right to touch her. Her breathing grew heavier. Her skin felt too sensitive under the damp fabric. She was wet, and she knew it.

Andrew stayed the closest. Whenever the ball came near her, he was there — one large hand spanning her waist, his thick erection dragging slowly across the curve of her ass as he “defended.” Another player would come in from the front, chest brushing her breasts, hand sliding up under the hem of her jersey for a quick, firm squeeze before the play moved on.

The losing team watched every second of it from the sideline. Their expressions ranged from open frustration to dark envy. A few of them shifted uncomfortably, clearly hard themselves and unable to do anything about it.

Elena kept moving through the rough play, her body absorbing the contact, her mind half-lost in the sensation. The same fleeting image from the day before flickered through her thoughts again — all of them around her at once — but this time she didn’t push it away as quickly. She let herself feel the heat of it while the winners continued to use the game as an excuse to touch her wherever they wanted.

After nearly twenty minutes of the increasingly physical scramble, Elena finally raised a hand.

“Enough,” she said, her voice slightly hoarse. “Game’s over.”

The winners stopped reluctantly. Several of them were still breathing hard, their shorts tented, their eyes locked on her flushed face and the clear outline of her nipples against the wet jersey. The losing team looked even more frustrated now that the reward session had ended without them.

Elena picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from her neck and chest. “That’s all for today. Be on time tomorrow.”

The players began filing off the court in small groups, still glancing back at her. Andrew lingered longer than the others, his gaze heavy, before he finally turned and headed toward the locker rooms with the rest.

Elena waited until the court was empty, then walked to the women’s locker room. Her legs felt slightly unsteady. The rough play had left her more aroused than before, the ache between her thighs sharper and more insistent. She needed a shower — both to cool down and to clear her head.

She stepped inside, locked the outer door, and began stripping out of the sweat-soaked jersey and shorts. The cool air of the locker room brushed against her bare skin. She turned on the water and stepped under the spray, letting it run over her heated body.

She didn’t hear the outer door open again.

When Elena finally stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped loosely around her, she stopped short.

Andrew was standing just inside the locker room entrance.

His shorts were already pushed down. His thick, heavy cock was fully hard and standing out in front of him, the same intimidating size she had handled the day before. He didn’t say anything at first. He simply looked at her, waiting.

Elena’s pulse jumped. The towel suddenly felt very thin.

End of Chapter 55

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