Queen of FUTA: Chapter 7

Whatever the security problem is, it doesn’t last long. The bodyguard woman doesn’t stick around; she enjoyed teasing you, but there is obviously somewhere that she would rather be. Then you and Annette have to part ways. She has more work to do on the West Coast, and you have a commitment that you have forgotten about: a commercial that’s going to be shot in Miami. FUTA calls it a ‘TV spot’.

So you’re flying first class back across the country; it looks like Annette gets to keep the private jet to herself. You don’t mind, but it’s a lot of flying. Faith from FUTA is waiting for you when you land, and in no time you’re in another hotel room, this time by yourself.

It’s a nice change. You like sexy time and excitement, but spending all your time with Annette, and then that woman in the red dress… you had no time to yourself. No privacy. Now you just spent all day on a plane. Getting cleaned up, having a leisurely meal in your room, watching a little TV… it feels absolutely decadent. It’s almost enough to take your mind off what you have to do: being in this TV spot thing.

That’s killing you. At the end of the season, you did a photo shoot with the other captains that was pretty elaborate. They had some costumes and sets, makeup and hair… that was crazy. This will be like that, but even more so.

A limo picks you up in the morning. As you ride to the studio, you sweat and worry about what’s coming. Your friends back in Gurlberg, Kayla, your mom… you don’t bring these things up, and your mom is tactful enough not to do that either, but you don’t know how much they’re seeing. You know that Mom watches your games. But does she know about the sexy photo shoot? You cringe.

You are not a movie star. You don’t get a trailer or any of that, but you do get lots of people pampering you as Faith explains the commercial. There are no lines and no story. It’s going to be a lot like that photo shoot, but, you know, video. You and a couple other girls will be posing in unnecessarily sexy costumes while the camera pans around you. It sounds kind of boring, but Faith assures you that with the magic of editing it will look very fast-paced, exciting, and sexy when it’s done.

In the changing room, you find Adella and Viti.

“Hey!” You and Viti hug warmly. She seems even more nervous than you are. Adella coolly shakes your hand with her smug little smirk. Her team didn’t outperform yours, but she outperformed you personally because she didn’t have a huge, unfamiliar penis to contend with on the field. You’ll get even with her next season. She squeezes your hand way too hard. Yeah. Next season you will beat her in cock size and in soccer. You’re sure of it!

You all squeeze into specially-made booty shorts with beach volleyball-style tankini tops. The shorts are shockingly high-tech. They’re insanely tight, but also the fabric is strong and controlling in some places while being softer in others. They have the scrunching on the ass like butt-lifting leggings do, but the crotches have some give to make sure that all three of you have serious bulges.

“So it’s that kind of shoot,” you say sadly, looking at your reflection.

“You look good, America.”

You smile and turn to thank Adella for the compliment, but she smacks you hard on the rear.

“Ow!” You glare at her as she struts out of the changing room. She looks good in this too. Almost problematically good. Adella is beautiful and sexy all the time, but dressed like this and doing poses for FUTA… you catch several of the male crewmembers hiding tents in their pants during the shoot. The horniness is almost comical. A girl has to paint your body with oil, and she does her best not to pay attention to Adella and her attendant. The girl painting Adella is blushing so hard that you can imagine what Adella’s whispering to her over there.

Well, you don’t want to fuck these crewmembers. You want to get through this shoot alive. So does Viti, who seems miserable. You hold her hand as you wait for them to get the lights set up, and you wonder how they got Viti to agree to this.

The shoot involves a lot of touching and skin-on-skin contact. Standing back-to-back with Adella is easy; sitting in her lap is uh, a little more distracting. By the time the shoot is over, nobody has to fake pouty lips, red cheeks, or athletic breathing. The set is choked with horniness like a swamp full of fog.

When it’s over, Adella doesn’t even follow you and Viti into the showers. You bet she’s behind the studio, fucking that makeup girl like a jackhammer. You get cleaned up and dressed in clean, normal clothes. You hug Viti and chat with her for a minute, but it’s clear that she has to get going. Back to India, you learn. She’s going to spend some time with her family before she comes back for Season 2.

With a strange mixture of pent-up tension and exhaustion, you leave the green room to find an unexpected person with the direction. It’s Tess. She’s wearing linen pants and a breezy blouse. Curious, you go over to see them looking at footage that they just shot.

“Riley!” she says, spotting you. She perks up and abandons the director immediately, coming straight over. “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh,” you say, blushing. “Thanks.”

“Just amazing.”

“I thought it was kind of stressful,” you tell her truthfully.

She studies your face. “You know,” she says. “A good way to relax is hot tubbing. On a yacht. With, um,” she adds, smiling and moving closer. “Someone friendly.”

Oh, gosh. You bite your lip and return her gaze. “Do you know someone friendly who has a yacht with a hot tub?” you ask.