Life of a Dominant F*tanari Week 3 Chapter 93/25: Team Practice

I mashed my lips with Beckys as the truck moved under us back to my school. I played with Becky as she no longer could resist my temptation. She was almost in my lap, and my hand was on her thigh, slowly sneaking up to her pussy once again.

"Angela," Paul said, interrupting. He looked at me from the driver's seat and stared at me. "Time to go back to classes."

I smiled, looking at Becky, "I will see you soon. Hopefully, with that husband of yours." I told her, and I got out of the truck. Becky stared after me looking lost in thought as I left. I walked towards the school without looking back. I took out my phone and noticed a message that made my smile grow as I moved through the school's doors.

Hilda: Oh my god. My legs are still shaking from last night. Thank you! I look forward to next time, Mistress. I hope that we can make Wednesdays a thing for us. Please let me know when you can.

It made me smile, looking at the text as I moved through the hallway. I thought about it as I moved, and I didn't see a problem with playing with Hilda on Wednesdays. I could try to make it on the weekend, but I wanted my weekends free, and there were still tournaments for Volleyball. So that made that out of the question. I decided that I wouldn't respond right away for two main reasons.

First, I had not been paid yet. I still had to talk to a lawyer, which I should do soon. Probably on Monday or some other day to get the ball rolling. The second reason was even more fundamental, though. I didn't want to right now.

I realized that little Star never mentioned anything about the full condoms too. I wondered what she did with them, but I could satisfy that curiosity the next time I saw her. It would also make another conversation point with her, so we are not silent during dinner.

The bell rang, putting an end to my thoughts, and I hurried to my classroom, entering just as my teacher did. I went to my usual desk, and I pulled out my notes as the teacher began their lesson. I got my notes out, and I began following the lesson as best as I could while taking the notes. It was a boring class like so many, but I did enjoy this class since the exertion I would feel after the next class would be nice. Then there was volleyball practice, and I knew I would be panting by the end of it.

I loved the challenge Mrs. Grenidier had been bringing me to. I was never into Volleyball and more into soccer when I was a kid, but I was enjoying it. The difficulty was something completely different from what I was used to. It wasn't harder than soccer, but it posed a different type of challenge, and I knew I was up to taking it. However, I did need to bring myself to the level of getting recruited. There were tournaments outside of school and universities. But that was the harder path I heard, and this would allow me to continue my studies while being a slave to the university.

Although I hated to put it that way, that was the way the system worked, and I would do my best to exceed in that system. If I failed, then I would figure things out, but I would not plan on that. I just learned that I could compete, and so I would. I would not flounder on just the system in place to take advantage of people like me. I would work with it and excel. If I didn't get recruited, then I would find a way anyways. There are many ways to be recruited into the Olympics, and there are other sports. Not all of them are team sports either, so I could work with that to thrive.

With my grades being among the top in our high school, I could also get scholarships. There were so many avenues to move through, and the options I had in front of me for my efforts were many. That didn't even take the fact that I could use Samantha's business route to pay for college or university that way. I didn't need the scholarship if I continued to be willing to be a Mistress.

I smiled in thought, and I wondered why I got in the mood to think of different career paths while in my class. I sighed, and I brought my attention back to class. I was surprised to learn that I had stopped taking notes and that the teacher was getting ready to move on to the next part of the lesson.

I took notes on what was on the board and quickly brought my attention back to what the teacher was saying instead of losing myself in thought. Although I could afford to get a little behind and ask the teacher for help catching up, that would cut into the time I used for life's joys.

I smiled as I took the notes with that final thought, and soon I realized that the teacher was summing up their lesson. I took notes on that, and the teacher handed out homework. I looked at it, annoyed, and checked the time. I had five minutes before the end of class, and looking down at the paper, I knew I would need more time to finish it. I wanted to glare at the teacher for this slight.

Instead, I got to work and finished several questions when the bell rang. I worked on the sheet finishing the question. I was cutting down the amount of time I would need to work on it tomorrow.

I packed up and gathered my things as students for the next class began to filter into the room. I took my bag and left towards my gym class; my mind was lost on some things as I made it there. I made it to the locker room and changed quickly before Mrs. Grenidier could make it here. Before I ran over to the bathroom and I changed my feminine products inside me before heading out for my run.

It took only a minute, and I was in my workout outfit, ready for gym class. I began running around the gym after putting my backpack to the side. I easily began to jog, and soon I was in light sprints and back to jogs. As I finished my second lap, I saw Mr. Trimmers take the other ladies out to the field for something and ignored it. I let myself set the alternating pace now, with one lap being a full sprint with the next being a jog to rest.

I finished another six laps when I saw Mrs. Grendier come into the gym. I was lightly sweating at this point and smiled when I saw her. I was on a sprint lap, and I finished the lap and began to cool down as Mrs. Grendier went into the equipment room and began to set up. I finished a cooldown lap before I joined in helping her set up the gym for our training. Instead of the usual setup, we set up for the practice after class.

I helped her set up the nets and brought out the balls for her. Soon the room looked ready for volleyball practice. Mrs. Grendier motioned me over to talk. "Okay," She said, looking at me, "I am guessing you are still on your time of the month since you are not wearing your weights," She speculated, and I nodded in return, "Then, with that question out of the way I plan to train you in more saves and dives. You will be hitting the floor until class is over. I want you able to dig with the best of them, Angela. You are good at seeing where the ball is going; it seems that your stamina makes you good at chasing the ball. Now we need to work on your accuracy. If we get you good on that, I can put you on the court as a starter."

I looked at Mrs. Grendier as she told me that. I wanted to say something, but I decided against that as I liked that she was putting so much effort into training me. Mrs. Grendier then grabbed a ladder, and I was on the other side of the net, ready to try my best. It began with a hard shot to the corner, and I ran and jumped towards it, my breasts breaking my fall as I reached out to stop the ball from hitting the floor. I barely hit the ball, sending it back up into the air.

"Miss!" Mrs. Grendier said as the ball shot off the wrong way despite me stopping it from hitting the floor. "Reset!" She demanded, and I got back to the center of the court, and Mrs. Grendier sent a ball up into the air. I got myself prepared, and I watched as she hit the ball, and I ran in front of the ball, getting in position and bumping it back over.

My wrists only smarted a little, and Mrs. Grendier called out, "Reset!"

The demands continued, and for some time, I did not know; I reset to the center of the court, trying to catch the ball. At first, it was only to send it back over the net, but I knew it wouldn't stop there, and soon Mrs. Grendier upped the training. "Okay, Angela, I will call out where I want you to send the ball now. There are four spots for now," She told me, standing above the net. "Front center of the net." She pointed it out, "Right side of the net," She continued pointing at the next spot in front of the net. "Left side of the net," She pointed out, "Then back over the net. I will call out in front for the front and center of the net. I will call out Right for the Right side of the net. I will call out Left for the left side of the net. Finally, we finish with Over to put that ball on the other side of the net. Understood?"

"Yes!" I told her and prepared myself.

I was then being ordered where to put the Volleyball after running and bumping it. Mrs. Grendier had me running around all over the court as she called out the next spot. She sometimes repeated her calls and changed them up often, so I was never used to one spot. She called them out as she hit them, and I ran. My breathing was haggard as I ran around, and sweat began to build on my shirt.

My chest heaved as I jumped, putting another ball and missing where I wanted it to go. I wasn't frustrated as my accuracy was increasing overall, and Mrs. Grendier called out another reset, and I moved to the center of the court. I knew that class would be over soon, but team practice would follow it up.

The bell rang as I leaped for a ball and startled me as I landed but missed where I wanted the ball to go. "Help me pick up the balls, Angela, then take five and catch your breath." Mrs. Grendier called out, and I nodded as I rose back onto my feet.

Soon I was gathering balls as the girls came from the sports field. I ignored them as they headed to the locker rooms. After picking up the balls, I began to walk off the hour of exercise. I did a lap before I stretched each part of my body, making sure to feel every inch of my body so that I wouldn't be in pain later.

I had confidence in my body that I wouldn't have too much of a problem tomorrow, but I didn't want to take the chance anyway. I took my time and saw my volleyball teammates filter into the gym one after the other. Some began to stretch while others chatted while lightly jogging around the gym. I continued to stretch in silence as Mrs. Grendier looked around for some reason.

I didn't care at this point as Sarah and Alex came up beside me and began to stretch. I gave each a look but kept silent and continued to stretch. I was in my own little zone, feeling the strain of each muscle, knowing that it would lessen my pain in the future, stretching property now.

A minute or two passed in that silence between the three of us. Alex didn't look disturbed, but Sarah looked at me with a red blush. I knew that she was thinking about tonight and meeting my Girlfriend. It was inevitable, but I wasn't going to say anything about it as Mrs. Grendier called out, "Alright, ladies! Gather up here!"

We all moved to mass in front of her, and no conversations survived her calling out. We all waited in anticipation as the girls jogged over from across the gymnasium. "Okay, ladies, I will split you up to do some drills, and after a while, we will play some games before we are done for the day. I want to see some real hustle from you ladies tonight. Next month, the tournaments will begin, and next week, we have a pick-up game on Thursday. That means we can see how well we have kept up our teamwork. Now," Mrs. Grendier began to set up the drills and everyone soon dispersed out to set them up.

I was in a spiking drill, and as I spiked the ball, I winced, knowing that I needed to practice my accuracy with the ball. The ball went off to the side, and I couldn't help but frown at the large miss. Instead of taking it personally, I moved on with the drills and easily lost track of time as I practiced with the other ladies.

"Game time!" Mrs. Grendier called out, and we split up into four teams soon; call-outs were being shouted in the gym. The sound of the balls hitting soft flesh and the floor sounded in the room as ladies tried their best to beat the other teams. I was playing much better defense than before, diving for the balls that others couldn't and putting them in a pretty good spot to follow up. I was by no means perfect, and some of my 'saves' actually made things worse.

That didn't matter to me as I wanted to get better, and I wouldn't be able to get better, not struggling to the best I could. My serves also needed work as I often hit the net and saw Mrs. Grendier watching me as I played with the other ladies on our small teams. I felt the exercise as I jumped again and again for spikes or dove for the balls that the other team sent over. I lost myself to it unintentionally as a smile crept on my face as I played.

I loved the teamwork and building the skill it took to get good at this. Each time I returned the ball or hit it to the right space, I felt I was developing the skills to do better next time. Each miss taught me how not to do it next time, and I loved it. Mistakes taught me more than me doing it perfectly, and sweat dripped from my brow as I played with the other girls.

A sharp whistle sounded, and I lost my focus as we waited for the other team to serve the ball. I turned to look at Mrs. Grendier, smiling at all of us. "Good effort, ladies. I like what I am seeing. Pack up, then clean up and go home!"

Everyone instantly began to pack up the nets, and ladies ran around to collect the balls littering the floor everywhere. It didn't take long to clean the floor, and everyone made their way to the locker room. Along the way, I picked up my backpack and smiled as I made my way into the locker room.

Conversations flowed around as the ladies stripped naked and talked to friends. Some were making crude jokes while others were talking about what they were going to be doing when they got home. I began to strip as I took a spot in the corner. I felt some eyes rest on me as I took off my clothes and even more eyes on my cock as I finished stripping. I let them look as I fished out my body wash before moving toward the showers.

When I entered the showers, I saw Alex and Sarah washing up. Their eyes turned to me when they noticed my entrance into the showers. I walked past them taking one of the showerheads, and I began to wash. It didn't take long, and I could see Alex look at me more and more. I knew she wanted me at this moment, but her facial expression didn't show it.

On the other hand, Sarah was looking at me with a deep blush. Her eyes kept looking down towards my cock as if her eyes were drawn to it. I let her sneak her peeks and finished washing my body off before saying, "Don't take too long, Strawberry," reminding her that she was coming over tonight.

Sarah's eyes widened, and she nodded before she earnestly started to wash. Alex looked at Sarah, then at me, and I saw the slight surprise on her face before her facial expression reinstated itself. Alex then turned off her showerhead, following me out and joining me at my bag.

I looked at Alex as she stood beside me and looked around. I was in the corner, and not as many eyes were on me as I looked at her. "Can I come over tonight?" Alex asked, and a faint red appeared on her beautiful face.

I told her, "Not tonight," I shook my head and instantly saw her disappointment. "Tomorrow at lunch, I can play with you if you are still interested," I continued. I saw a smile of happiness, "Plus, I plan to go shopping this weekend so you can join my girlfriend and me with," As I continued, I thought of the term I would use for my other women besides my little Minx. I didn't know what to call them, so I continued with, "My other women. It will be a small party, and I plan on playing with all of you."

Alex looked happy and nodded, "Please let me know which day of the weekend, Mistress. I will be there," Alex replied. She then turned and walked over to her stuff.

I liked Alex. She knew what she wanted and didn't want. Alex asked for what she wanted and never tried to hide it. That was refreshing, and I had never seen it in anyone else. You knew when she liked you or detested you, which made me wonder about that childhood cuck that kept around her all the time. There was a story between those two, and the more I figured out Alex, or at least believed I figured her out, the more interested I became in their relationship.

I stopped thinking about it and finished putting on my school uniform before packing up all my stuff. I sighed as I felt the strain from the volleyball practice. I turned to leave the locker room to wait for Sarah so I could take her back to Crystal's.

As I walked down the row of lockers, I saw Sarah hurrying to finish dressing as I exited the locker room. I didn't go anywhere when I stepped out and stood to the side where I waited for Sarah. I saw Alex come by and look at me. "Good night, See you," I said as Alex stopped.

"Good night," Alex replied and walked down the hallway. I followed that nice ass with my eyes for a couple of moments.

I turned my attention as I saw movement in the corner of my eye and saw Sarah in her school uniform. I smiled at her as she came up beside me. "Ready?" I asked as I stopped leaning against the wall.

Sarah nodded, and we began to walk with each other down the hallway to leave. I realized I hadn't checked my phone, and I took a moment as we walked out of the school silently to pull open my phone. I noticed that the football team was practicing out on the field, and I smiled. I saw that Jake was in the middle of tossing the ball, and I wondered how he was feeling with a locked buttplug.

Temptation fell upon me to unlock it at this moment, but I quickly suppressed it. If I did too much damage to his reputation, he could try to get some help for his situation. That was the last thing I wanted, and I saw a receiver snatch the ball. I saw the coach smiling at Jake, and the temptation to fuck with Jake intensified as I walked past, but I ignored it.

Instead, I looked down at my phone and was surprised to see no new messages. So I composed one for Crystal.

Angela: Coming over now. Have Strawberry with me. See you soon, my little Minx!

It was a simple message, and I turned to Sarah with a grin. "My girlfriend already knows you are coming," I told her, "Nervous?" I asked her as we had just left the school's property.

Sarah turned to me as we walked together down the sidewalk, looking at me silently, her cheeks slightly red. "Yes," Sarah replied after a couple of moments. Silence reigned for a minute or two as we walked, "You know," Sarah began to talk as we walked suddenly. "I am being brought up in a Christian household, and I was told that all relationships are monogamous," Sarah sighed, "I am still grasping what it will be like to know there are other women."

The statement was true, and I looked at her slightly blushing face as we walked. Was I pushing Sarah too fast? I thought. Maybe it would be better if I waited a bit?

I didn't know, but I brought my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer before letting my hand fall off her shoulder instead, holding her hand. Sarah looked at me, surprised, but didn't say anything.

We walked down the road, and I held her hand, letting her feel me beside her and reassuring her without words.

Silence reigned as we neared Crystal's house, but it was no longer an awkward silence.

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