Caught by the Volleyball Coach

You heard a loud click in the door on your left, followed by a sudden motion as the door swung outward. A tall woman with a chocolate brown ponytail and pale skin stepped through the doorway, dressed in gray sweatpants and a light blue tank-top. You immediately recognized her as the Volleyball coach, Coach Jenna, and your blood instantly ran cold.

“Alright girls. Which one of you locked me out? You’re damn lucky I remembered my key, or I would’ve been fuming...” She said, sighing. Silence overcame the gym for the first time in minutes as she scanned the room, and her eyes began to slowly pan towards you. Her eyes instantly widened upon being greeted with your stark naked form, whereupon a hand rose to her mouth as she dropped her gym bag.

After a few seconds, she couldn’t contain herself, and began outright laughing at you. This reignited the laughter of the Volleyball team, who had been a bit nervous about their coach seeing you as you were. “Well, what have we here? Why is there some naked boy on the court?!” She asked, looking to the team for an answer.

The tall raven-haired girl spoke up. “He got locked out naked by the basketball team as a prank. We only locked the doors to keep him from running off.”

Coach Jenna looked over at you, her eyes quickly scanning up and down. “Uh huh. Well, this is quite the predicament. Girls, I’ll have to ask you to keep practicing while I deal with this. John!" Coach Jenna said, moving back through the door she had just entered from. You instinctively responded with a loud "Y-yes?!"

Coach Jenna motioned to follow. "Come with me." You hesitated for a moment, as the door led directly into the main gate area of the arena. It was filled with the concessions, and a long set of gates ran near the large glass wall that ran the bulk of the main atrium area. If you went out there, people who were outside could possibly look in and see you! However, the giggling of the volleyball team convinced you that following the coach was far less humiliating in the moment than standing nude in front of around twenty girls.

You sprinted through the doorway, the sound of giggling going silent as the door closed with a loud boom. You looked around the main entrance of the arena. There were a few empty apparel and vending stands, a large open area with beautiful plants arranged at the center in a small circle, and the main gate beyond. It felt wrong to be as undressed as you were in the main atrium of the arena. The wide open space, coupled with Coach Jenna’s comparatively modest state of dress to your own, made you feel truly exposed. Coach Jenna continued on her walk towards the side “Staff Only” door near the main entrance, but off to the side of the entry gates. You quickly caught up with her, and walked along in silence for a few seconds. Finally, you managed to speak a few words.

“Err... Coach Jenna, I’m sorry about this. The guys were just upset I missed some free throws last game, and they locked me out after stealing my towel. If I could just get a spare towel, I’ll be on my way.”

Coach Jenna scoffed. “Oh, I don’t mind one bit. All the teams here have their fair share of hazing. I’m gonna be honest though...” She said, turning to look directly at you. “You caused quite a distraction. My team needs all the practice they can get, and you just deprived them of several minutes of good practice time. All because you were parading around the court naked during our practice slot.” You could feel a subtle sense of anger, and sinister intentions muddled beneath the statement.

You heard a voice on your left, one that was other than both your own and Coach Jenna's. "What on earth?" Said the voice, clearly belonging to an unseen female. You and Coach Jenna instinctively turned, and your face formed a shocked expression while Jenna's own face quickly formed a wide smile.

"Hi Deanna! How are the kids?" Coach Jenna asked, pausing her walk in the middle of the atrium, and looking towards the woman holding a mop at the foot of an inactive escalator. She was a dark-skinned woman wearing her hair tied neatly behind her head, into a neat bun at the top. Her attire of choice was simple, just a gray T-Shirt that had a few paint stains along the hem, tied in a knot at the side such that part of her midriff was just barely exposed. She wore a black belt along her waist, which held up a baggy pair of black pants with a large pink stain near the left knee. Her look was completed by the pair of black boots at her feet, and in her hands she held a damp mop.

Deanna stared at you blatantly, nodding her head. "Uhh. That can wait. Why is John runnin' around with no clothes on? I saw him on the screen near the bathrooms, and couldn't focus at all!" Deanna asked, slowly placing her mop back in the bucket. She abandoned it, and began walking over towards you. You began to panic, and looked for a place to hide, or run away.

"Oh. Well, the basketball team locked him out naked. So he ended up distracting the entire volleyball team with his... display." Jenna said, smirking towards you. "So as the coach, it's my job to remove any distractions from my players' environment."

Deanna looked you up and down for another second, before reaching for her radio. She clicked the button, causing it to blip to life. "Hey guys. Found out what was going on with the screens. It's just some hazing prank the teams are pulling. Don't worry about it." She said, pausing for a second as a smile lit up her face. She seemed to debate for a moment, before shrugging. "...If you want to see John in person as opposed to on the screen, he's in the atrium with me. Over." She continued, quickly putting the radio back into its slot.

You clearly heard two sets of footsteps from upstairs, which began loudly moving. You began to move, and thought that hiding in the shrubbery of the middle area might be best to use as cover before more of the stadium's staff arrived. You began to walk off, before Jenna loudly coughed.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked, crossing her arms. You turned back, blushing a bit. "There's more people coming, so I was gonna go hide in the bushes over there..." You explained, earning a head shake from Jenna.

"No, you stand right out here with me. Your coach told me about your little issue with nerves in games, so I think its time for a little bit of immersion therapy. He gave me full permission to use any means necessary to fix your issue, and help you translate your excellence in practice onto the court by the next game." Jenna said, pausing for a moment as she adjusted her hair, and placed her hands on her hips. "So in other words, I'm your coach until the next game. You can thank Richie for helping move this process along."

Suddenly, it all made sense. You recalled a rumor that Richie got caught at a party the night after the game doing ****, despite the academic policy strictly prohibiting narcotics use on, or off campus at all times. The moment you were caught, it was at minimum an immediate ticket off the team for good almost every time. But strangely enough, he continued showing up to practice, albeit showing some degree of hostility towards you over your embarrassing performance at the previous game. Coach Jenna had an innumerable amount of connections, given her former position as City Police Chief, a City Council member, former head of Athletics, Sports Psychologist, and even a former pro Volleyball player during her college years and for a few more beyond. Her coaching methods were questionable, and had got her into trouble with the college several times over. But the 7 National Champions titles under the college's belt since her appearance was enough of a benefit that her job security was still almost never questioned.

So it seemed, your coach had asked Jenna for help regarding your issue with nerves in the arena. The last game had drawn in quite a crowd, but you'd choked under pressure an embarrassing number of times. Apparently, Jenna had set up this entire situation from the start, all in the name of "Coaching".

You glared at her furiously. "Are you kidding me? That's what this is? I'm naked in public! The entire volleyball team saw me, not to mention whatever staff are in here!" You angrily said, carefully making sure your hands were firmly clasped over your manhood.

Coach Jenna laughed for a moment. "Oh relax! I'm sure everyone enjoyed the show. And I think it's important to remember your situation. You have NO clothes. I promise that when I'm done, I'm done. I'll never bother you again. But, I'm also your only way out of this situation. What are you going to do if I were to just leave you here? Run back to your dorm? You don't have a key to your dorm. Your whole team has been informed not to let you in if you knock on their door. Coach's orders."

You gulped. Jenna had a point. You didn't know any of your classmates that well, and hadn't really pursued much of a relationship at college so far. Your teammates were probably the only people on campus who may help you, but they were almost guaranteed not to help you on account of Coach Jenna's request. Which meant Coach Jenna really was your only out.

You blushed, and sighed, before walking slowly and shyly back towards Coach Jenna and Deanna. Deanna laughed, and you heard the footsteps from upstairs getting louder. Coach Jenna sighed, before pointing to the side door near the main entrance. "Alright, well I think we had better go. It's been fun, but me and John have places to be." She said, waving at Deanna as she started towards the door, with you trailing behind.

Deanna chuckled for a moment, before waving back as you both began to walk towards the door. "Wait, you're making him leave like that? That's awesome! Haha!" Deanna said, collapsing into a fit of laughter. Jenna held the door open for you as you approached, clearly intending for you to go first.

You stood still for a moment. Coach Jenna was telling you to follow her outside, dressed as you were. You could see a few people walking around the campus, on the paths that intertwined between the main buildings, as well as the large main path that ran along the edge of the campus in an odd, bean-shaped path. Your adrenaline began to spike, realizing that along the path, other than a few sparse trees, there would be no way to hide!

“I-I can’t go out there! Look at me!” You stammered, earning a shrug from Coach Jenna.

“Oh, I think you can. You’re just too embarrassed. Consider it training, of some sort. Building up your nerves under pressure.” Coach Jenna said, grinning ear to ear. “Come on. Follow me. Now.” She commanded, glaring at you.