Train with Verity (Pt. 2)

After Grace’s training session, she dispatches you to take a shower. When you told Grace that you don’t have a change of clothes, she handed you a school-branded shirt and some joggers.

You’re just grateful that you survived her wrath. You exit the training room and make your way to the team’s locker room. Since it’s just a team of three, that means you all share a small space.

There are five lockers. One for Coach Holden, and three for the core team: Grace, Jacob, and Verity. The fifth locker has the name Arthur crossed out. Must’ve been the previous substitute.

After finding a towel, you strip naked and make your way into the communal showers. As you get closer, you hear the shower water running. Subtly, you glance around for the occupant.

Sitting in a chair, massaging her breasts with soap, Verity closes her eyes and hums to herself. Well, Coach Holden was correct. Her tits are fucking gorgeous. She might need that protector.

“I know you’re looking,” she says quietly without opening her eyes. You freeze in place. Fuck. Is she going to chew you out? Drag you from wall to wall for being a womanizer, a misogynist?

Verity chuckles to herself. She slides her hands across her breasts and circles her nipples with one finger each. “It’s okay, newbie,” she says, eyes still closed. “I give you consent to watch.”