Queen of FUTA: Chapter 4

In the morning, you and Annette have breakfast at a nice restaurant near the hotel. As usual, Annette is absorbed by her phone. That doesn’t bother you. You know that she’s busy. Besides, she’s not your girlfriend. She’s more like a fuck buddy. Who is also your boss?

“Well,” she says, looking pleased. “That was easier than expected.”

“What was?” you ask, sipping your coffee.

“They took the deal. I figured Tess would negotiate harder.” Annette shrugs. “Perfect. Sometimes things really are easy.”

“That’s great.”

“Yeah. Listen, I’ve got meetings all day. You can do your own thing, or if you want, you can go to the Network. Tess is inviting you to tour it,” Annette tells you.

“Hmm,” you reply, unsure what to think of that.

“I’d tell you not to go if she hadn’t already taken the deal,” Annette says thoughtfully. “I’d think that she wants something from you to leverage it, but I think now she’s just being nice. That, and she’s a big fan, obviously.”

“What do you think she wants?” you ask.

“I told you. She’s a fan. I think she wants to spend time with you. You don’t have to do it if you aren’t comfortable, but it’s a good opportunity to connect with important people, form contacts. I don’t know how big you are on networking. And I don’t know if she just wants to fangirl over you, or if she has a business angle. I’d worry that she wants to steal you as talent, but she just signed a contract that says she won’t do that. So… I think she’s just friendly and she likes you,” Annette says finally.

“Wow,” you reply, embarrassed. You look at your breakfast. “I’m still not used to that.”

“That’s why people like you, Riley. You’re humble. And you have charisma. Of course, I like you for this,” she adds, lifting her foot under the table and prodding your leg. You laugh.

“Gosh,” you say. “This is so much.”

“Get used to it. The industry is like this.”

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You agree to go. You have nothing else to do today, and you feel obligated to do… businessy things. It’s why Annette brought you, right? You’re getting all this special treatment, so you want to feel like you’re earning it.

Tess meets you at the Network in the early afternoon. She looks especially glamorous today in hip-hugging slacks and a blouse with a very professional vest over it. She’s all smiles.

“I didn’t think you’d come,” she says, taking your hand and leading you into the building. This place is quite fancy and high-tech, and everyone is dressed sharply. It’s a big departure from small-town Florida, where you grew up.

Tess shows you around. Editing rooms, soundstages, sets for popular talk shows. It’s pretty interesting. Along the way, she muses about her vision for FUTA’s one-hour segment on the network.

“I want to show the best of the players. I want to give girls someone to look up to,” she explains to you as you stroll through the halls. “An alternative to the T&A of the main show. I want to present the side of it that’s empowering.”

You don’t think too hard about these things, but it sounds good to you.

She shows you her phone. On it is one of the FUTA ads that features you. You’re on the ground in your gameday uniform, legs spread with a soccer ball. It’s… the horniest photo ever taken. Your bulge is the main focus.

“People love this,” Tess confides. “I love it too. You know why? Because it’s out in the open.”

“What?”

“I’m like you,” Tess says quietly. “I grew up having to hide it. But you’re showing the world something different.”

“Oh,” you say. That makes sense. It kind of explains why she seems to like you so much.

“Riley?” she asks, looking at you directly. “Do you want to have dinner tonight?”

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Tess takes you to the fanciest restaurant you have ever been to. You feel way underdressed, and she’s wearing a glamorous dress that would work for like… the Oscars. She looks incredibly beautiful, and she’s obviously rich. She’s very down-to-earth, and you have a lot in common.

“Locker rooms were the worst,” she admits, smiling at you across the table. “And I didn’t have a beautiful body like yours, either.”

Blushing, you try to be cool about this. “I just waited until everyone was done.”

“Was your family supportive?”

You nod. “My mom is cool. My sister was a pain.”

“Why?”

“Because she has huge boobs,” you say with a laugh. “And never wears a bra at home.”

Tess giggles. You talk for a long time, through dessert. Her adolescence was a lot like yours, by the sound of things. A lot of worry about her secret and sexual frustration.

“Do you want to have a drink at my place?” she asks.

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You are not pretending to be surprised that it ended up like this as you sit on Tess’ sofa in her gorgeous penthouse, making out with her. Like Annette says, you’re humble… but you know thirst when you see it. You figured this was where Tess was going with all this, but you worried that there would be a catch… like something to do with business.

But business never came up.

Her body is soft and warm. She smells amazing, and her lips taste like wine. She’s a good kisser, and just the way that hand keeps inching up your leg toward your dress as you kiss has you rock hard.

You are getting a bit handsy yourself, enjoying her thick thighs and soft hips. She’s so huggable. You pull her closer and kiss her deeper. You’re just thinking about gently pushing her down on the couch when she abruptly slides off, getting to her knees in front of you.

You breathe hard and put your arms on the back of the couch, leaning back as you see what she’s doing. She pushes the front of your dress up and reverently pulls your control shorts away from your cock, which ponderously rises in front of her. She stares at it like the lost treasure from an ancient temple, and then her mouth is all over it. You’re shocked by how passionate she is, sucking on the tip, running her tongue up and down the shaft, coating every inch of it with her saliva. Your cock is so big when it’s hard that it makes anyone’s hands look small, and hers caress it tenderly as she plants a string of kisses along the underside.

The clothes come off. You find yourself naked on her big bed, watching her slip out of her panties. Her cock is short and thick. Your whole body tingles when you see the way she looks at you.

Tess walks to the table beside the bed.

“Don’t mind me,” she says a little coyly, taking out lube and a toy. You watch breathlessly, as she lubes up her hand and the toy, then bites her lip and reaches behind herself. You can’t see the details of what’s happening, but her facial expression doesn’t leave much to the imagination. With the vibe snug in her ass, she turns it on and climbs onto the bed, looking at you hungrily.

“I’m kind of big,” you warn her shakily as she crawls toward you.

She slides onto your monster cock with no hesitation, and you’re the one who’s surprised: it’s not the tightness, it’s the vibrations that you can feel. You gasp as she sinks her full weight onto you, her soft breasts smooshing into your face. Your cock feels like it’s melting in there as the vibe buzzes away inside her. The rest is all softness and warmth, with her wet lips all over your face. You can’t lose control of a situation when you never had it to begin with.

Ten minutes later you’re both splayed out on the sheets, limp. The vibe is on the floor somewhere, still buzzing. Tess’ body shines with sweat and she purrs with satisfaction as your thick load oozes out of her.

You’re spread out on your back, cock twitching, legs numb. Your belly is sticky with her semen. You stare at the ceiling, wondering what just happened.