VaC Day 11 - Messy

Concentrating on cleaning up with four slippery bodies crammed into a shower is only a little easier than fitting your soft penis into your underwear. It’s impossible not to be self-conscious about the ridiculous bulge in your shorts. You’ll need a whole new wardrobe for this… you’ve heard of control bras, but control panties?

At breakfast, you have quite an appetite, and with Sam and Lara fawning over you while Max watches and giggles, you just have to do your best to ignore them.

It’s raining. You don’t feel like thinking about soccer, but you have to take care of your team. You won yesterday because Max played an incredible game, but you can’t count on her to carry your team every time. You have to do better. Everyone does. Especially Lara, but this isn’t the right time to get tough on her. You need to let your team relax at least a little. Not that they seem to be having any trouble with that.

Lara suddenly quiets down, and the others do as well. You turn to look at what they’re looking at three approaching women.

There’s a sort of bitchy looking blonde, a wholesome-looking brunette, and a kind of tough, almost goth-like one with short hair and a lot of piercings. You don’t know them personally, but you know who they are: the FUTA producers. They work with Annette. The blonde is Tracey, and she wears white shorts and a tight, purple top. The brunette is Faith, who wears a cute, white dress. And the last one is Clara, who has on torn jeans and a t-shirt.

They are coming straight for you.

“Captain Riley,” Clara says, putting her hand on her hip and looking down at you. “Can we have a minute of your time?”

“Sure,” you say nervously, wiping your mouth and standing up. The others are whispering.

“Let’s talk in your room,” Faith suggests with a gentle smile.

“OK,” you say worriedly, following them upstairs.

You remember too late what your room is like…

“Whoa,” Clara says, putting her hand over her mouth. The room reeks of sex, and the bed is a total disaster.

“Oh my,” Faith remarks lightly.

Tracey snorts and laughs. “Someone was having fun.”

“Sorry,” you say, trying to back out, but Clara stops you.

“It’s fine,” she says. “I guess that answers our question.”

“What question?” you ask.

“We came to see if you had the goods,” Tracey says, eyeballing your groin. “People noticed yesterday.”

Yeah… how could they not?

“I’m sorry,” you say, embarrassed. You try to hide the bulge with your hands.

“Don’t be. We want what you have, Riley. Listen, I’ll just tell you everything right up front,” Clara says, putting a friendly arm around your shoulders. “Marketing is important for FUTA. We already picked out two girls that we were going to make into the face of the league, but now that we’ve seen you… you have something they don’t have. Or at least you have more of it. We want to drop them and bring you in instead. What do you say?”

“What would I do?” you ask.

“Photoshoots. Promotional stuff. Mainly pictures, though.”

You are not stupid. “Like, sexy lewd slutty pictures, huh? My junk?”

“No, very classy. Very tasteful,” Tracey assures you.

“Tasteful and sexy,” Clara cuts in.

“I don’t think I’m comfortable with that,” you say honestly.

“How about now?” Clara takes out a piece of paper and shows it to you. It’s a contract. You look at the numbers on it.

“Mama Mia,” you say.

“Right?” Tracey grins. “You’re in, right? We’ll treat you like a queen. Don’t you want to be the Queen of FUTA?”

~ Route End ~

…hung Riley will return in QUEEN OF FUTA… if readers vote for it in a future poll!