Rochelle.

Rochelle Williams, captain of the school's successful netball team, and considered both mentally and physically fit. Her light brown skin helped show off her long thin legs, curvy waist, firm arms and glowing complexion. her shiny hazel hair ran down the curve of her back and over her firm rear. most of the boys admired her for her personality and stunning figures. However, this would often lead to fights with some of the other girls. These would often pass, but nothing would change. For how popular she was, she'd be the last expected target of a silly prank. This, however, proved to be the opposite...

It was the day of the Netball Final. As always, Rochelle had led the team comfortably through the tournament, beating every team that stood before them. The team they were playing against had a matching record to theirs. This was tipped as the best game of the season. loads of people had paid to watch, both teams knew what was at stake. In the Clothworth changing room, the girls were all getting ready. some were pacing the floor, others performing little prep rituals. Rochelle however, was sat on a bench with her earphones in. Music always helped her to focus on her targets.

"right, team huddle!" their coach called out, all the girls gathered in a circle, arms over each other's shoulders. "right, this isn't our first rodeo. new team, but same old stuff. we can do this!" the girls cheered, and made their way out of the changing room. As they left, one of the opposing team grabbed Rochelle by the arm, pulling her aside. "so, you're the best of your team huh?" she muttered, the coldness in her tone evident to anyone who could hear. "y-yeah, if you don't mind, I need to-" before Rochelle finished her sentence, the other girl had torn her netball dress off! her breasts jiggled as she tried to hide her body. Her black sports underwear with red trim was on view for anyone to see. "we need this, and we'll do anything to win. also..." the girl exclaimed, pulling Rochelle's underwear off as well. "have fun." the girl walked away, laughing to herself, Rochelle's clothes in her hand. 'crap," Rochelle thought to herself, 'what do i do? I can't play like this!'