quickly run through your options

You quickly run through all your options. If you just give up and concede all the heats you had scheduled for today you’re looking at, at least three forfeits. If the thought of owing one of these girls a forfeit was daunting, owing three is down right terrifying. Not to mention that, while in the beginning the forfeits had been harmless fun, they had quickly descended into the sort of humiliating and mean spirited game of one-upmanship that seems to be the sole province of high school and college girls. No putting yourself at the mercy of the team is not an option.

But, if you try to call the races off the team might take you before the disciplinary committee. After Taylor had given you a brief explanation of the forfeit system you had read that part of the orientation manual very carefully before deciding to use it to get the team under control. So you know if you attempted to back out of a challenge and the team took it to the disciplinary committee you wouldn’t have a leg to stand on, and you would almost certainly be put on permanent forfeit status. At which point you’d be looking at an endless string of challenges for the rest of the year. Without the ability to refuse they could just wear you down to the point that you had no hope of winning; just the thought of it is enough to send a chill up your spine. “No that way lays madness” you think to yourself.

That leaves you with just two options: swim nude or wear the loner.

After last nights incident with Debbie you had spent a sleepless night wondering if you had done something that might have made her think that her plan to seduce you would work. “It nearly did” small voice inside your head, one that seemed to sound disappointed, had said as you tossed and turned last night. Yet the more you thought about it the more you noticed how the forfeits between the girls had taken on increasingly sexual undertones each week, almost as if they were testing you, seeing just how much you would let them get away with before you said something. And those were the ones that you knew about, who knew what was happening away from the pool or classroom.

Then there was the way some of the girls watched you when they thought you weren’t paying attention. Until last night you had thought that they were watching for some weakness to exploit during a forfeit race, but in light of what almost happened with Debbie you began to wonder if there might not be some other reason. As you quickly glance at the girls crowded around you, you see several of them watching you with a nearly predatory hunger. “No it’s just my imagination” you tell yourself trying to suppress a shudder that you’re certain is nothing more than a nervousness reaction to the current situation. You tell yourself that being sized up by a bunch of girls isn’t getting you excited. Yet your hart begins to race and you feel your skin begin to flush imagining all these girls watching as your nude form glides through the water. “No I…that couldn’t be it”, you tell yourself fidgeting now as you try to ignore a growing tingling sensation that makes you squeeze your thighs together.

That leaves just one choice, the loner. A pale tan knit one piece that, when wet, becomes all but transparent. It's essentially a pair of bottoms with two pieces of cloth attached that run up the front to cover the breasts and tie together behind the neck. The simply design makes it possible for any of the girls on the team to ware it. Granted, some of the girls found it more difficult to fit into then others. When Erin had lost a race to Hillary one week her large breast had threatened to spill out of the suit at any moment, she had barely been able to tie the top. The next day at practice she had to be careful not to over exert herself for fear that either the tie would come undone or her breasts would spill out the sides. Then, last week Hillary had lost to Jessica and been **** to wear it. The suit was so pulled so taunt on the tall girls’ sleek frame that the knitting had been stretched almost to the braking point, so much so that she may as well have worn nothing at all. As it was, what little the suit did cover only served to accentuate all that it didn't, including the fact that her nipples kept poking through the knitting. On both occasions you found yourself spending a little more time with them then necessary. At the time you told yourself it was out of sympathy, but that hadn’t explained the cold showers you **** yourself to endure after those practices.

“Well”, you think to yourself, “it’s still better than nothing”. You turn your attention back to the girls, who are beginning to show signs of impatience. “All right why don’t you girls get started on your individual races, Erin can supervise while I get changed,”

“So…. does this mean you’ll be breaking out the loaner coach?” Jessica asks shooting a sidelong glance at Debbie that you can’t quite read.

“Yes Jessica I will,” you answer the bratty brunette not bothering to hide your annoyance at her obvious enjoyment of your predicament, “now if I’m not mistaken, you have the first heat against Katie.” Mentally you add “and I hope she kicks your ass and wipes that snotty grin off your face.”

As the rest of the team heads off whispering excitedly amongst themselves Debbie lingers behind a moment still looking at you with that odd unreadable expression. Just as you are about to say something to break the awkward silence she flashes you a bitter sweet smirk. “It’s a shame you forgot your suit coach. I hear that the loaners’ not in the best of shape, after all it’s seen a lot of use this year.” With that cryptic comment she turns and heads off to catch up with the rest of the team.