The day of the party

As the rest of the week goes by you notice that the girls are extremely competitive with one another. While it is almost impossible to get them to work on their techniques or get them to listen to you about the importance of weight training or stretching they engage each other in races almost compulsively. When questioned about it they explain that one of the school traditions is something called a forfeit bet, which means that whoever loses a bet has to do whatever the winner tells her.

You decide to put this tradition to work for you and begin to challenge the girls to races and use these forfeits to get them to comply with your training program. While this does have the effect of getting the girls to listen to you it also makes you push yourself as well. As a result you are in as good a shape as you have ever been, and you’re glad. There have been rumors about what some of the girls have been made to do when they’ve lost bets to some of the others, like calling themselves names, having to streak across campus, and wait on the winners like a ****. You can’t imagine what would happen if you were to lose to one of them. You’ve never seen anything too **** for yourself and have only heard the girls gossiping about the worst of it in the locker room, if you had any concrete proof you would have put a stop to it. Yet beating these girls and sentencing them to training seems to be the only way to get them to go along with it.

When Friday, the night of the party, finally comes you decide to cancel practice for the day. You had injured your ankle on a turn in a race against Debbie the day before and don’t want to chance one of the girls seeing a weakness and taking advantage and the party gives you a reasonable excuse to give yourself an extra day to rest. As the team begins to leave the pool Hillary reminds everyone that the party starts at seven.

“So Hillary what should I be wearing? Is it going to be a formal party?” you ask remembering how you felt underdressed at the staff mixer.

“No it’s going to be pretty casual a mostly a shorts and skirt kind of thing.”

“Ok, do you need a hand setting up?”

“Don’t worry I’ve got it covered. Besides you’re the guest of honor we can’t have you setting up your own party now can we?” She replies with a wink.

With that you head back to your apartment to relax and get ready. You decide to stop at Taylors’ apartment and ask her advice on what to wear and see if you can talk her into coming to the party. After all these girls have a reputation as a rowdy bunch and despite Hillary’s assurance that they will be on their best behavior you are concerned things could get out of hand. Having another teacher there would make you feel better, besides the two of you have quickly become friends. You think about how nervous you were that you’d feel out of place here but Taylor has been like a long lost friend and has gone out of her way to show you around and make you feel welcome.

When Taylor answers the door you can’t believe your eyes. Instead of her normal after school attire of shorts and a t-shirt she is dressed very provocatively. She is standing there looking at her feet in a pair of cotton navy blue booty shorts and a tight grey t-shirt, with a soccer logo in the center, that is cut off just below her breasts, if it didn’t hug her like a second skin you could probably see the undersides of her breasts. Her hair is pulled back in two short pony tails tied with fuzzy blue and grey scrunchies, and her lips are a very glossy pink and look a little swollen.

When she looks up and sees it’s you standing there she looks surprised and steps aside so she is halfway behind the door. “Oh Jane! I wasn’t expecting you; I thought you’d still be at swim practice”.

“I canceled practice for today; I turned my ankle in a race yesterday and didn’t want to chance loosing a race. I told the team that I was giving them the day off because of the party.”

“Yeah that’s probably a good idea; you wouldn’t want to take the chance of facing any of them when you’re not at a hundred percent.”

“So, I was wondering what you were up to tonight?” you say looking over her outfit, wondering what you might have interrupted. Taylor had said that she didn’t have a boyfriend but had mentioned a cute guy friend maybe he was up for the weekend.

“Well I…” suddenly she is cut off by a voice from further in the apartment.

“Who is it mi niña bonita?” Comes a sing song voice “If Hayley is complaining that we started without her tell that puta that…” The sentence trails off as a pretty Hispanic girl comes around the corner into view. She is dressed in a pair of tight black workout shorts and a tight white tank top that is showing off a lot of cleavage. Her figure is curvy but you can see she is very tone. She looks vaguely familiar but you can’t seem to place her.

“No Concheta this is Miss Doe. She’s a new teacher this year.” Taylor replies looking back and forth between you and begins to chew on her bottom lip. “This is Concheta; she of the captain of the soccer team.”

“Actually we’ve already met.” Concheta says shaking your hand and smiling.

“We have?” You ask feeling foolish at not rembering.

“Yes, I’m in your class third period. I sit third row back on the left.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”

“It’s alright being the new teacher I imagine all the new faces must be overwhelming at times. So what can we do for you?”

“Well, I was coming to ask Miss Kiss if she could come to the party the swim team was throwing to welcome me and help me decide what to wear.”

“I’d like to but I uhhh….” Taylor replies looking at Concheta nervously.

“You see coach Taylor promised me and Hayley that she’d help us with our conditioning.” She says patting Taylor on the shoulder. “We were doing aerobics when you knocked.”

“Oh” well that explains Taylors’ appearance, those must be her workout cloths you think to yourself. “Well thanks anyway, I’ll see you at lunch on Monday Taylor.”

“Yeah, good luck at the party.” Taylor responds with a small smile mouthing “I’m sorry”.

“Well who knows” Concheta says taking Taylor by the hand “maybe if we finish up early we’ll stop by”. With that she winks at Taylor and closes the door.

When you get back to your apartment you run yourself a hot bath in the hopes that it will sooth your sore ankle. While you lie there letting the jets massage your body you consider what to wear to the party. In hindsight it was silly to think that this would be a formal party these girls are too wild to want to waste time getting all dressed up for a team party. Still you wonder if you should wear something a little more dressy like a nice skirt and blouse, after all you are the coach and want to keep up a professional appearance. Or maybe totally casual is the way to go just a skirt or shorts and a cute top. Hillary had said that you had come across as kind of harsh, maybe if you let your hair down around them they would see that you know how to relax and aren’t opposed to letting them have some fun as long as they put in the effort at practice and don’t get out of control like they have in the past.

Stepping out of the tub you wrap a towel around yourself and go over to the closet and try to decide what to wear.