WM Day 11 - Answers

It’s evening, and Annette is home.

She answers the door wearing a red, silky robe with white dragons on it. She’s no supermodel, but what’s not to like about a fortyish blonde with a nice body? You and Adella both have to put your outrage on hold when you see her looking so sultry.

“Riley,” she says. “And Adella. Hm. Two team captains.” She takes a sip from the drink in her hand. “What brings you here?”

“You know damn well why we’re here,” you say, remembering your outrage.

“Why?”

“Your creepy spy room upstairs,” you say bluntly.

Her eyes widen, just a bit. Then she takes a drink and sighs.

“I guess you better come in,” she says, a little sheepishly. She moves aside, and you and Adella step into her beautiful house. “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure,” Adella says before you can stop her. It’s not a good idea to accept a drink from this sketchy woman, but now you don’t want to look like a pussy. In a minute you and Adella both have fancy cocktails in your hands, and you’re sitting with her on the back deck, in the warm, evening air. Lights are strung up to make everything look cute.

Annette crosses her legs, which come out of her robe. She has perfect skin, and you watch her bare feet as you sip your drink.

“You want the truth?” she asks.

“Yes,” Adella says.

You are surprised by how smoothly this is going.

“OK. It’s exactly what it looks like,” she says apologetically. “I was watching you last night.”

“Why?” you ask, feeling so lost.

“Because girls like you,” Annette says, looking embarrassed and gesturing with her glass. “I really, really, really like it. There’s just something about you. It’s a kink of mine. I know it’s bad.”

“You just wanted a live show?” Adella asks, taken aback. “So you could, what…?”

“Masturbate,” Annette says with a shrug. “Like crazy. It’s really hot to me. You wouldn’t understand. I just see girls like you, even with your clothes on, those practice uniforms…” She trails her finger around her glass.

No wonder FUTA is so accepting. This is Annette’s fetish. Is the whole thing just her own little spank bank thing? This is crazy.

“But look,” she says quickly. “Before you get too mad, I want you to see something.”

She takes you upstairs to that room, where the window has been fixed. There’s new drywall there, blocking it.

“I’m going to be better about this,” she says. “I mean it. I know it was wrong. Is there any way that you guys can forgive me?” As she speaks, the shoulder of her robe slips, revealing a little of her creamy skin.

How did she know to do this? Did Jane tip her off? Does she really think that you and Adella are stupid and horny enough to fall for this seductive and repentant act?

“Of course we can,” Adella says.