The New Coach Chapter 27 (Gail's PoV)

Gail’s PoV:

I gradually opened my eyes as the sun shone its light on my face.

_Fuck. _My head throbbing like I had drunk several bottles of whiskey. Did I drink so much last night? I frowned as I tried to recall what happened last night. My memory was blurry, but I could easily tell that something weird happened to me last night. I looked at the clock on the wall. It pointed to seven. My night shift was from 10 P.M. to 6 A.M. It only took around 20 minutes at most from the hospital to my apartment, so it’s ‘normal’ that I was home at seven. I got home and got a short thirty minutes of nap. But there were still many other things that went wrong. It didn’t seem like I was just newly gone home. I tried my hardest to recall a thing happening last night and finally remembered a bit of memory. A bar. I ditched my shift to go to a bar and get myself wasted by ****. Why did I do such an irresponsible thing?

Dread came over me. If anybody noticed what I did, I could get some disciplinary action or fired from my job.

I quickly checked my phone to see if I got the dreaded message of warning from the management. Fortunately, there wasn’t one. I got a message from Victoria though.

[Got yours covered. Don’t worry. Have fun. But we should meet before work to talk, how about at the usual cafe? Can we meet at noon? – Victoria]

[Ok. Let’s meet at our usual place. How about at 1 P.M.?]

I sent the reply to Victoria’s number. She was really a godsend; I owe her a favor.

Aside from Victoria’s message. I found another ‘strange’ message. It was mine. I sent a message to a number I didn’t recognize. The content of the message almost gave me a heart attack. I was sending him a photo of me only in my underwear. The photo seemed to be taken in the bar’s toilet.

What messed up thing I did in the bar?

When I looked down at myself, I finally noticed that I wasn’t in my nurse uniform but just underwear, the same black underwear I wore in the picture I sent to the mysterious number. I quickly checked my body, my panties were damp and wet, but it didn’t seem to hurt or there was any white sticky liquid coming out of it. I let out a breath of relief knowing I didn’t do something out of the line or got myself taken advantage of by some men last night.

[Please forget whatever messy thing we did last night. Last night was a mistake. I wasn’t in my right mind. I will appreciate it if you voluntarily erase the photos I sent to you.]

I sent the message to the mysterious number. A few minutes later a reply came to my phone.

[Done erasing your photos. You give such a lousy blowjob. You should get more experience by offering blowjobs for cheap. Even an old, jaded whore was better than you in giving head. You don’t have much in appearance, so at least, you should have good sexual skills.]

What the fuck. I was stunned by the reply. It was insulting. The memory of giving the man blowjob resurfaced in my mind. I couldn’t seem to recall the man’s face, but I still could remember trying to suck his big, black cock with difficulty.

I should be furious over his demeaning reply. But my finger seems to have mind on her own as it wrote a reply to him.

[Yes. Sorry for giving you such a lousy blowjob and thank you for the advice. I will be a blowjob queen next time you hear about me.]

Oh god, what’s happening to me? Fortunately, I could control my finger again before I clicked the send button. I practically threw my phone away to my bed after that. I was scared of losing control of my hand again. What if I send such a demeaning message to my coworker? My life would be ruined. I needed to figure out what was happening to me.

I stood up from my bed and walked to my wardrobe. I paused in front of my full body mirror. I looked at my reflection, and what I could see was a disappointing reflection of myself. I had come to terms that I wasn’t a beautiful girl like Victoria or my former sister-in-law. But today, I felt that I was more inadequate than before. In other words, ugly. I noticed imperfections here and there. Something that I had accepted before to be in peace, but it made me feel terrible today. The meeting with Anna probably exacerbated my insecurity because of how sexy she was compared to me. I found myself lacking and jealous. I wished I was taller. I wished I had more curves on my body. I wished…I wished…

I started nitpicking myself more and more as I wished myself was better. Hatred and anger started to rise in my chest. A self-hatred of my imperfection. The man might be right, I didn’t have much in appearance, so at least I need to hone my sexual skill. Maybe I should offer blowjob for cheap like the mysterious man said. Getting to suck a lot of cock will make me superior to those uppity pretty bitches.

I slapped my cheeks to shake the thought from my mind. It was a dangerous thought, I was a respectable nurse, not some kind of a whore. Why did I even consider the idea of offering blowjobs for cheap? Something was wrong with my mind. Am I going crazy?

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Several hours later.

I drove my car to my meeting place with Victoria. I had spent some hours meditating to calm myself and cleanse my thoughts. I felt a little better after mediation, at least I didn’t think my hand would be out of control again. So far, I didn’t feel the desire to send a demeaning message to anyone. But the feeling of insecurities was still there since this morning, and meditation or rest didn’t help me feel better. I spent more hours dressing up than usual to make myself look a bit better than my usual self. Instead of wearing a casual blouse and pants, I was wearing my white chiffon halter dress to my meetup with Victoria. This was one of my favorite dresses.

I entered the cafe and could see Victoria already waiting on one of the tables. I approached her.

“Have you been waiting for long?” I greeted her.

“Well, you make me wait for ten minutes.” Victoria replied.

I didn’t know whether she considered ten minutes as waiting for long, but I still feel bad for making her wait for me, even if it was just for ten minutes.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized to her.

Victoria only responds by nodding her head as she drinks her juice.

I looked at my friend. I felt there was something different about Victoria. Her makeup was bolder, not as bold as what I used on my face this time, but more than Victoria’s usually used. Her lips coated in dark red lipstick. Her eyes were covered in a combination of black and red eyeshadow. She was wearing a short fur jacket, and underneath her jacket was a figure-hugging rhinestone minidress that struggled to contain her large breasts. Her legs were encased in rainbow colored thigh-high socks that were really eye-catching and contrasting to the rest of her outfit. She appeared like the spoiled bitchy and bratty girls from my school days. I looked at her face, her signature friendly, and kind, smiling face wasn't there, but instead, she had a condescending smirk I never seen on her face before. Her expression made me recall the bad things that I experienced in my school days.

_No…please no. _I hope I was just mistaking her expression.

“Why are you still standing up, sit down!” Victoria said in a commanding tone.

I took a seat across from her.

“So, how’s last night?” She asked me.

“What do you mean?”

“Of course, the bar. You ditched work to go to the bar so suddenly. I almost couldn’t believe my ears. The boring Gail Dixon chose to ditch her responsibility as a nurse to go to a bar.” Her face still had a condescending smirk, maybe already expecting my answer.

Being called boring by Victoria hurt my self-esteem even further. She didn’t need to tell me what I already know about myself.

“Not bad. How was your night? I was worried sick when you suddenly did not come back on time when you went to the canteen.”

“You should have heard from that slut Cordelia that she made me run errands for her. Well, the errand was eye opening I said, and I was glad that slut sent me to him.” The blonde girl answered.

“Why are you so aggressive today? What’s wrong with you? Is there a need to call Cordelia a slut?” I lashed at Victoria. It’s my job as her senior to correct her in time like this.

Her pretty blue eyes stared at me. Our eyes locked in a staring contest. I felt my presence get smaller as I kept looking at her pretty, but emotionless eyes. The usual light on her eyes was gone, now it was emotionless, and cold. Her stare shut me up from continuing.

“She’s a slut. Cordelia’s a slut. Accept it.”

“Cordelia is a slut.” I found myself repeating after her words.

“Good. Let's get back to you. So, did you net any man this time during your bar prowl?”

Prowl? She said it like I was a cougar slut visiting a bar regularly to get myself a younger partner. I didn’t think I was old enough to be treated the same as those cougar slut.

“Yes. A black man.” I replied.

“Wow. I thought you could only net a **** nerd. So, did the black man fuck you?“

I shook my head ashamedly. Why did I feel ashamed of myself that the man didn’t fuck me?

“No, I only suck his cock. He then told me that my blowjob was lousy. Even an old, washed up whore was better at giving blowjobs than me. He advised me to get more experience by offering blowjob service for cheap to random men. He wanted me to be a cheap whore.” I told Victoria about what I remembered combined with the message I got from the mysterious black man.

Victoria clapped her hand as if she was hearing something entertaining. It was nothing funny but demeaning to me. Is it her true color? No, something happened to her too. Something is wrong with Victoria. Her eyes lacked the brilliance she had before. And she said Cordelia sent her to him, and she had her eyes opened. Whoever is him, he changed Victoria.

I suddenly felt dizzy. A flash of memory flooding my mind. Hospital. Dark hallway. Locked room. Cordelia. Someone in the room with Cordelia, fucking her with a strapon. And then a flash. I heard a woman say to send me away because I was unworthy of him. Her voice sounded familiar to me. Who was she? And then another one commanded me to go to the nearest sleazy bar, and act like a slut before getting myself wasted by ****.

“Earth to Gail. Can you look at this for a moment?” Victoria took out a tablet. And then the familiar flash. I could see the spiral clearer this time. It was hypnotizing. I then realized what happened to me previously; I was hypnotized. Was last night also done by her?

To Be Continued in the next chapter.

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