Torres (Women’s Wrestling Coach)

I turned around to see Raquel Torres, the women’s wrestling coach towering over me. First I had to deal with most of the volleyball girls making me feel small, now I had to deal with all 6’4”, olive skin, thickly muscular and dark hair of Torres.

Although she was of great height, her voice was still feminine, however, slightly husky. My heartbeat fast as this may be the last person I’d wanna see on campus before Suther. “Oh, Ms. Torres, I’m ummmm you caught me in a pretty compromising position.”

“I’ll say…” She replied folding her arms over her light blue collegiate collared shirt with her whistle around her neck. “Some of my girls were telling me you did a pretty decent job on the volleyball court, today.” She said while looking at me like a piece of meat; my hands still cupped over my genitals.

“Well, tell them I said ‘thank you’....ummm by chance have you seen my clothes? Kinda looking to get back into them as soon as possible.” I stated.

“Oh yea, pipe busted in your guys’ locker room. I did see where they went…” she replied back.

“Well….any idea where they could have gone?” I nervously asked.

Torres with a slight smirk under like she saw me walking into a trap responded: “Oh I do but there’s something I might need you for…”