The Third Girl

You can accept everything, but that a coach would rather throw sexy looks at you rather than do her job pleases you, to say the least and you decide to confront her, trying to embarrass and tease this divine beauty a little.

"Hey, coach, what's wrong with you? Never seen someone as handsome as me before?"

As soon as your words leave your mouth, the entire gym falls into deep silence and everyone stops moving and looks at you. You may have teased the sleeping lioness, but you can't back down now.

"I am Sasha, or rather, Countess Sasha for all who know me," she said, stepping out of the ring and walking past the two girls she was supposed to be coaching. She stands face to face with you. You can hear the slow breathing and her voice still reverberated in your head, almost mesmerizing as her eyes are like two beacons of desire that draw your gaze and all of yourself to her.

"But what I was wondering is, if like all newcomers, you will merely be another victim at my feet in a matter of minutes, or if there'll finally be someone who does not need years of training to be able to give me some pleasure during a match. "