Do you give up first place to become the team's star slut?
Regrettably, yes.
Just thinking about whatever being the team cocksleeve could entail distracts you enough for a couple futas to pass you by. You shake your head in frustration and push your way through the race as fast as you can. Its not enough though, and more and more girls and even the couple boys pass you by, running like their life depends on it after hearing the coaches words. Your heart sinks to your stomach when you eventually finish the last lap and see everyone looking at you; the loser.
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