IR Day 17 - Too late

FUTA is truly Hollywood now; Bee has a small staff at the Lodge to help her, and you find some of them in the kitchen, trying to clean up the devastation that is what’s left of whatever beautiful spread of food that Bee prepared for victorious players. You and Ingrid have missed your chance to get in on it; now you have to wait for Bee or her girls to make more.

Blue Team was the first team to reach the Lodge tonight. Your tired brain enjoys the imaginary picture of them descending on the food like sweaty locusts. You’re hungry, but you can wait. Ingrid looks at you worriedly, as though she thinks that you will turn into a hangry ogre over this. You squeeze her hand. It’s fine.

Back in the lobby, you can see into the TV room, where quite a few girls are settling in with a scary movie and some **** of mysterious origin. You think about asking Ingrid if she wants to get out of here, but you don’t have the energy. You are definitely getting away from camp tomorrow, though. It doesn’t matter what you do, you have got to go into the city for something. You hope that Ingrid will come along.

Upstairs, you almost run into Adella and Lara. Lara leans casually, an unimpressed look on her face. Her arms are folded as she weathers Adella’s smoldering gaze. Adella leans in with one hand on the wall. Most girls at FUTA would be jelly at this point, willing to do literally anything to have Adella inside them.

Lara’s a little more complicated than that. A part of you is curious about Adella’s chances of getting Lara out of her clothes, but you’re more worried about the look Adella gives you and Ingrid as you pass. What was that? Adella’s tough to read, but it doesn’t look to you like she’s stoked that one of her players is dating you.

Even climbing stairs, holding hands with your girlfriend and walking past people is exhausting. FUTA is a lot. But Ingrid opens the room and you gratefully go inside. You are so ready to be away from it all.

Your room is not empty. A girl is here, in the act of putting your bags down. Normally, you would have some appreciation for such a peachy sight with those short, FUTA uniform shorts. Not this time.

You stop in your tracks with a noise in your mouth like “Ack!”

Kayla turns around, startled. “Oh, shit,” she says, covering her mouth.

Your younger sister looks a lot like you in many ways. Everything about her is a little rounder and she has major boobs, but you have the same hair and eyes. Her face is just softer.

She’s in your room, wearing the FUTA staff uniform.