Tryouts

After a quick warm-up lap and some basic stretching where the girls kept “accidentally” bumping into you and flashing flirty smiles, Coach Ramirez claps her hands sharply.

“Alright, Jack! Let’s see what you can actually do. We’re gonna run you through some drills, different positions, different scenarios. Show me your footwork!”

For the next twenty minutes she puts you through your paces. You sprint down the wing, take shots on goal, play as a holding midfielder, then drop back into defense. The girls rotate in to play against you or with you. Every time you make a move, you feel their eyes on you, hot, sweaty athletic bodies in tight shorts and jerseys, flushed cheeks, and plenty of deliberate bending over whenever you’re nearby.

It’s impossible not to enjoy it. These girls are all clearly DTF, and they’re not exactly subtle about checking you out. A few whisper to each other while staring at your legs and ass when you run. One particularly bold blonde even “helps” adjust your stance by pressing her tits against your back.

You’re having a blast.

Coach Ramirez grows more and more animated as the tryout goes on. When she finally has you play as an attacking midfielder, the number 10 role, you really shine. You thread perfect through balls, make quick one-touch passes, dribble past two defenders with ease, and curl a beautiful shot into the top corner.

“YES!” Coach Ramirez shouts, pumping her fist. Her face is lit up with excitement. “That’s exactly what we’ve been missing! Vision, creativity, control, you’re a natural number 10, Jack! With you on the team we might actually have a chance this season.”

The girls clap and cheer, a few of them whistling. Jackie is standing near the front of the group, still blushing but smiling shyly at you. A couple of the other girls are outright staring with hungry looks.

Coach Ramirez walks over and slaps you on the back. “I’m officially offering you a spot on the team. Practices are Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. First game is in two weeks. You in?”

The girls are all watching you expectantly, some biting their lips, others shifting on their feet.