The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]

Note: Part 2 ran long (and I f’ed up the title), so here’s part 3…

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**The Games She Plays (Part 3) [MF][MMMF][MM][voy][exh][reluc][ENF][blkmail]**

**Part 3**

Later that evening, after dinner with a book, Regina went back to her room to find her roommate Julie just leaving.

“If anyone asks for me, I’m gone for the weekend. Me and some friends are going to see a concert in Vegas, so I’m skipping class tomorrow.” She grabbed a carry-on bag and left Regina alone in the room. It was Thursday, and she didn’t have a class until the next afternoon, so she grabbed one of the bottles of wine she kept hidden in her footlocker and uncorked it, pouring some into a little clear plastic cup. She took a drink and thought about calling one of her friends, but she had the whole weekend for that. She found herself glancing at her laptop, then sitting down, first convincing herself that she was just checking FacePlace, but after few minutes, she was sitting there in nothing but her panties and loading up the secret page. She didn’t even have to enter her code again, it just told her ‘Welcome Regina’ and she was back to browsing through the dorm maps again. She checked on the girls she’d seen in the showers that morning, and saw some new videos and pictures, and she clicked on one time stamped after their showers. They were both naked, one of them sitting at the computer, but getting up as they both started drying off some more and getting out clothes for the day.

‘Could you believe that girl in the shower earlier?’ The bird tattoo girl said.

‘The redhead? I think her name’s Reggie or something.’ The dark haired girl responded.

‘Yeah, I mean, who just, like puts sits there naked, puts on lotion like that? I saw everything and I wasn’t even trying.’

‘Some people aren’t embarrassed about nudity…I mean, neither of us is wearing clothes right now.’ She looked down at herself. ‘And ever since you convinced me to shave, I know you can see everything.’

‘I just felt like she was laughing at us, like she knew something we didn’t.’ The tattoo girl said.

‘I wouldn’t worry about it,’ the dark-haired girl said, pulling on her underwear, ‘you are so paranoid, like she’s watching us or something.’ Regina closed the window, covering her mouth and stifling a giggle, though there was no need to be quiet. She imagined walking down to the girls’ room and knocking on the door, telling the dark-haired girl how her roommate liked to use here bed for sex. It was thrilling, and half a dozen scenarios whirled in her mind, confronting people, embarrassing them, teasing them. She jumped when her screen blinked, an instant message window opening.

Morel: Do you like to play with mushrooms?

Regina: What?

Morel: Do you like to play with mushrooms?

Regina: Um, no.

Morel: Why not? I’m a fungi! Get it? Morel = Mushroom = Fungi

R: Lame. What the hell is this?

M: Some well-deserved fun.

Regina froze at the message blinking on her screen. She just then realized she didn’t recognize the chat window as any program she had, but it still had her name in it.

M: Don’t be shy now, Regina. Look, we’re going to put some rules up on the screen, and you’re going to follow them. We think you’ll want to play, but you don’t have much of a choice, regardless.

A moment later, a series of numbered rules popped up on the screen. Regina spent a few minutes reading them.

M: 1. Whether you know it or not, you’ve joined the Asocial Network.

M: 2. You don’t talk about the Asocial Network (cliché, we know).

M: 3. If someone asks you about the Asocial Network, AS, or The Game, or any other euphemism for it, you don’t talk about the Asocial Network!

M: 4. You will do what we ask of you. To. The. Letter.

M: 5. If you question what we ask, our demands will become more extreme.

M: 6. If you successfully do what we ask, you will be rewarded.

M: 7. You cannot stop us. We are always watching.

M: 8. Do not forget number 7.

M: 9. There are Others (also cliché). You are not meant to know who else is playing.

M: 10. Go to the webpage we gave you EVERY DAY for orders. You can always pass, if you don’t like them.

R: What the hell is all of this?

M: Go to your FacePlace, Regina.

Regina shrunk the chat window out of the way and brought up FacePlace. She nearly fell out of her chair when she saw the picture of her topless in front of her computer, another of her bare ass and pussy, curled up in bed, then a gif of Indira standing over her, then two more…she gasped. One was of her masturbating in front of the open window of her dorm, the other spread eagle on her bed, both from last night. She went to delete the posts, but not before seeing they were never made public. The chat window popped back up.

M: I hope you believe us now. We know Indira helped you, but we still feel that merits an invite to the Asocial Network. We hope you also believe that it’s no more difficult to share those pictures privately as it is to share them with your entire contact list.

R: What do you want?

M: You’re a smart girl, Regina, and one who is obviously interested in sex, so we want you to just be yourself…maybe a little more than you’re used to, but we promise it will be exciting…fun.

R: Rule number 6…what are the rewards.

M: We’re all smiling here, Regina…that’s the kind of go get ‘em spirit we want. Play along, and we will delete a picture, or video, and you will eventually be erased from our site…whether you want to still play after that is up to you. And of course, if you pass on something, we won’t remove anything, and, well, maybe we’ll get bored and stop tasking you all together.

R: You’re still taking videos! That number will never go down!

M: See, we knew you were smart. As a sign of good faith, we will delete the videos and pictures following your lesbian fun with Indira.

Regina started to type a denial, but stopped herself. She knew they were messing with her, trying to get her riled up. Still, she knew the expectation was that she would give in, that she would want to wear down her number of pictures online. There really wasn’t a choice.

R: So now what?

M: Take off your panties and put on one of those shorty nightgowns of yours, go to the bathroom and get ready for bed…brush your teeth…whatever you do…then do whatever you want, go to sleep, whatever. Just remember rule 10…tomorrow and everyday thereafter.

R: Why do you want me to go to bed now? Why so early?

M: Rule 5, Regina

“Shit!” She swore to herself.

M: You will take off your panties, finish half that bottle of wine, then put on your nightgown and do what we asked.

Regina stared at the screen then looked at the wine, barely touched. She picked up the bottle and poured a full cup, making it go down an inch in the bottle.

M: Panties first, Regina.

She realized they could still see her, and she quickly covered her breasts with one arm, but she stood and pushed down her panties, letting them fall off her ankles.

M: If it makes you feel better, most of your orders with just be a message…they won’t be so interactive. Now, drink up, fire crotch.

Regina blushed at the comment, trying to ignore the fact that she was now fully naked for whomever was on the other end of the conversation, but she took the wine and drank it down. She poured another, able to drink it fairly quickly too, but by the third, she had to slow down. The wine was good, but that fast, it tasted sour, and she didn’t want to spit it up. She drank two more glasses and saw the bottle was nearly half empty. She was feeling the wine, but it made the last half-cup go down easier. She got up, surprised at her wobbliness, and went over to her closet, grabbing one of her nightgowns. She slipped it on, straightening it out over her breasts, and went back to the computer.

R: I’ve done this before, you know…worn my nightgown with nothing else. You had pictures.

M: It kind of makes me wonder why you questioned it, then…off you go, Regina.

Regina went out into the hall. She made it halfway to the bathroom before she remembered she didn’t have her toothbrush, washcloth, and other items. It was still early enough that there were dozens of people in the halls and stairwell, coming and going about their lives. She went back to her room, grabbed her stuff, and headed back down to the bathroom. She did everything she needed to do to get ready for bed, and after she spit in the sink after brushing her teeth she looked up in the mirror and saw a girl glancing at her the other set of sinks.

“What?” Regina asked.

“Nothing.” The girl shook her head. Regina frowned, but gathered her things and went back to her room. She noticed a few other people looking in her direction, but she couldn’t notice anything wrong with her, or even how she was dressed. Yes, the nightgown was thin, but not revealing. She went in her room and looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were hard, and you could see that, but that was true of plenty of girls at any given time, then she saw the problem.

Looking down at herself, she hadn’t noticed, but it the long mirror in her room she could see her nightgown’s hem only covered half her bush, some of her strawberry blonde curls and all of her pussy on full display. She turned in horror, seeing half her ass exposed too. She saw something glinting at her shoulder blades where the straps met the nightgown. She yanked off the nightgown, standing there naked, and saw two safety pins had shortened her shoulder straps to the point where she had given a show to everyone she passed in the hall. She went to closet and saw that her two other nightgowns had been tampered with the same way. Regina didn’t even bother getting dressed, sitting down and typing in the chat window

Regina: Yo trcked me!

Morel: We trucked you?

R: Trck! Trick!

M: Maybe you should lay off the wine, Regina. It’s affecting your typing…and your judgement. You found the safety pins?

R: People saw me!

M: You could have taken the pins out before you went in the hall.

R: How did you get in my room?

M: Rule 9, Regina. You’re not the only player. Still, you did what we asked. Here’s your reward: Foster Hall, room 337. Goodnight, Regina.

The chat window stated ‘the other party left the chat’, and Regina was staring at her own blinking cursor.

—-

She was drunk, and angry at allowing herself to be fooled. She stared at the hacker’s last message. She didn’t even hesitate, opening up the spy page and going to Foster hall, then room 337. There was no live feed, but she clicked through some pictures, and stopped when she saw it was Denny Winton. She was excited, more than she expected, and she dug through the pictures, eventually finding some of him changing for a shower, and she enjoyed the sight of his compact and muscular body, his butt was amazing, though he wasn’t hard. She found a video of him masturbating, apparently not uncommon for guys and their computers, and while she couldn’t see anything, his breathing and gasping made her hot.

She found another video that looked intriguing and opened it only to find herself in the middle of a conversation.

“Every class, basically.” Denny said.

“Every class she just stares at you?”

“Well, not stare…furtive glances, but she’s pretty obvious. I mean, I joke with her and all, but if she’d just make a move, I’d, well, set her straight.” The other guy laughed. “I’m not going to out myself to Regina just because she has some kind of schoolgirl crush.”

“So what, you let her get up the courage and break her heart afterward?”

“You make it sound like I’m doing it on purpose.” Denny said. Regina just stared at the screen, hardly believing what she was seeing.

“I think you like feeling like the gorgeous boy you are, and lust is lust…regardless of whether its source is Regina’s vagina or Carlos’s cock.”

“Not this again! Nothing happened with Carlos. Or Regina.” The other guy came over and knelt before Denny, looking up at him, grinning.

“I know…I know. None of them could do for you what I do for you…”

“And what do you do?” Denny asked. The guy started undoing Denny’s pants, then pulled them down to his ankles. Regina watched as Denny started getting hard, his penis rising and swelling from between his legs so it was pointing straight at the other guy’s face. She watched Denny start to get a blowjob, but closed the video before it went farther. It hadn’t been what she wanted, though it was good to know she didn’t have to bother with him anymore…even if it was a loss. He was still hot. She saw that there as a new button at the top of the screen marked ‘Random’ and she clicked it. A video started playing of what looked like a guy fucking a can of tennis balls, bit it turned out to be some sort of rubbery vagina-shaped sex toy. She click the button again, and a video popped up of a girl doing a bad striptease for the camera, some thumping dance music in the background. They were just random videos, but it looked like the site was actually sorting them. After a dozen videos, they were all sexual, and none of them were just of people typing or talking in front of a webcam.

The random videos didn’t do much for her. Some of them were sexy, others, the people weren’t even that attractive. It didn’t help that she didn’t recognize any of them. She decided to look up Lisa’s room, and was taken aback at how many files and videos were listed for her. There were dozens of pictures of her from going or coming back from showers, some of her changing her clothes, her roommate doing the same. On top of that, she saw screenshots of Lisa with guy after guy, eight by Regina’s count in less than a month. She opened one of the associated videos and saw Lisa facing the camera as some guy fucked her from behind, her bare breasts swaying with each trust as she dully played with her phone. Regina opened another video to see Lisa riding a guy reverse cowgirl, her long naked body slowly rising and falling on the guy’s hard cock as he clutched her hips. Regina was surprised to see a narrow landing strip, trimmed short, between Lisa’s legs. Regina had expected her to be waxed, though the girl’s narrow line of hair was expertly done. Lisa’s phone rang, and she picked it up, not slowing as she continued to fuck the guy.

‘Oh, hi, Gee.’ Regina rolled her eyes, remember the conversation the other week. ‘Yeah, I’m up for coffee. Maybe ten minutes from now.’ The guy slapped her ass, and Lisa glared back at him, mouthing something. ‘No, I’m not busy. I was just finishing up something. Make it fifteen minutes.’ She looked back at the guy again, and Regina could hear her whisper, ‘Happy?’ She said goodbye and hung up, going back to her riding. ‘If you last another five minutes, let alone fifteen…it’d be a miracle.’ She increased her rhythm and clenched her jaw. The guy gasped. ‘I know you felt that…little exercises I do…felt good huh?’ She started pumping up and down, clenching her jaw each time. The guy was saying ‘Fuck’ over and over again, and a minute later, started grunting. ‘There we go…ten minutes to spare.’ She kept going until his limp penis fell out of her. ‘You don’t have to be so…mean…about it, Lisa.’ She rolled off him. ‘I like sex, Logan…but I’m not going to lie about what’s working and what’s not. I’m not getting close with you…you know, orgasm-wise. I’m enjoying it, but we’ve tried four different ways now, and nothing is working for me…and you have a decent-sized cock. I’m just not sure we fit.’ He looked at as she lay back on the bed. ‘Are you breaking up with me?’ He asked. ‘We’ve never been on a date, Logan. We’ve had sex four times, and I gave you that handy in class. I’m just ending it. I’m sorry. I know it sucks, but we had fun at least.’ She got up and started handing him his clothes. Regina closed the video and shook her head.

The next video shocked her. Lisa was in her room, and she could hear muted music, like a party from a few doors away. It was the party they’d recently been at, the far end of the hall from where Lisa’s room was. She led four guys into her room and downed a drink. ‘I’ve never done this before, you know.’ One of the guys muttered something, and Lisa laughed. ‘Oh god! I’m not a virgin…just not four guys…I’m not going to fuck you all, you know.’ One of the guys stepped up. ‘Then what?’ He asked. She started taking off her clothes, she kept her breasts hidden as she removed her bra, and then made a show of hiding her front as she slipped off her panties and stepped out of them. ‘Well, let’s see them, boys.’ She said, kneeling among them. ‘Like, just take it out?’ One of the guys asked. ‘It’ll be hard to have fun otherwise.’ Lisa said, ‘just drop your pants.’ Two of the guys moved quickly, followed by a third, the last fumbling with his belt. ‘Wait here.’ Lisa went to drawer and came back with a little wand vibrator, not too different from Regina’s. She turned it on and knelt back down, touching herself and making exaggerated moans.

One of the guys was hard and Lisa reached out with her free hand, stroking him a little. Another guy got hard seeing that, and she rewarded him the same. She leaned over to the guy nearest her and licked the tip of him, and he hardened in response. She bobbed up and down on him until her was long and glistening. The remaining guy received the same treatment. ‘The first one to come for me gets to fuck me.’ The logistics of it didn’t make sense, but she watched as the guys started working their cocks, almost in unison. She paused the efforts of the first two, giving them each a little of her mouth, but then the game was back on. One of the guys started coming, catching it in his hand and laughing a little as he looked at Lisa expectantly. Two of the others stopped, but the third kept masturbating, eventually shooting lines of come onto Lisa’s face and body. She laughed, saying, ‘Fuck yeah, cowboy! You ride that!’ As he continued to stroke away until he was fully empty. She looked at the other guys. ‘Don’t let me stop you…’ One guys started up again and moments later also came on Lisa. It was clear he aimed specifically for her face, and lines of semen striped her hair and the side of her face and mouth, more drops landing on her breasts. She pulled the last guy forward by his cock so he was right in front of her and let him shoot straight into her mouth, though it still went everywhere. ‘I take back what I said, the first one of you who gets hard again can fuck me.’ Lisa said, and continued to use her toy. ‘I’m so wet right now.’ One of the guys actually swore and left, while the remaining three continued to watch her.

Regina was mesmerized by what her friend had been up to while they’d been at the party. Lisa was covered in white stripes, and the guys were very into watching her pleasure herself. Regina saw two of the guys get hard again almost at the same time, and Lisa smiled.

“Oh, cowboy, you are making my day…” She got her knees and presented her rear to him, and he didn’t have to asked to start fucking her in earnest as she balanced on one arm while using the vibrator on her clit. “Oh, fuck, yes…” She moaned. She looked at the other guy who was hard. “I have a mouth, and you were only a few seconds slower than the cowboy.” The other guy got down on his knees and brought his cock up to her mouth. “Just push in there…” She said, opening her mouth to him. He started fucking her mouth, Lisa not really giving him a blowjob as much as just being careful with her teeth. Regina watched each of the guys come, first the guy in her mouth, then the second guy, blowing his load on her back, only adding to her mess. She started laughing, and moment later started coming herself. Regina only then noticed the third remaining guy stroking himself in the background, she was surprised to see him using Lisa’s panties to jerk himself off, and he came into them, barely making a sound.

‘Can one of you guys hand me towel?’ Lisa said, moving back to kneeling position. One of the guys tossed her a hand towel, and she started wiping at the come on her body. ‘Cowboy, you have to help me with my back…” He cleaned his come off of her, and the guys looked like they didn’t know what to do. ‘You all can go now. It was fun, but we’re not married…no need to snuggle.’ She laughed. One of them asked if he could call her. ‘I don’t have a phone,’ she lied, ‘but if you see me around campus, be discreet and we might be able to have fun again. Kiss and tell, and well, you’ll have the memories, but you won’t have me again.’ She shooed the out of her room and looked at herself in the mirror, laughing a bit at the mess she was in.

Regina closed the video, then the browser. She was surprisingly aroused, but she didn’t want to watch anymore of the videos or look at pictures. She didn’t currently have a boyfriend, or even a casual partner, but she liked seeing Lisa getting fucked, missed the feeling of it. She grabbed her vibrator and got into bed, trying to fuck herself with it, but it was small, really only good for working her clit while she fingered herself. She came, and it felt good, but it wasn’t really what she wanted. She sat up in bed and looked at her laptop. “Hey, Morel, you want me to play along, get me something better than this.” She held up her vibrator and gave the finger to camera. She had no idea if they were recording, and she didn’t really care, not after embarrassing herself earlier, and definitely not after half a bottle of wine. She put the vibrator in the top drawer of her nightstand, not really bothering to hide it away like she normally did. She crawled under the covers and rolled over, trying not to think about how excited Lisa had been in that video, and trying to ignore the fact that it turned her on so much to watch it.

—-

The next morning Regina had a message waiting for her on the Asocial Network:

*Take off your clothes, put on a track suit, go to the track, take off the track suit, and run a lap.*

She didn’t really have a track suit, but Regina made do with yoga pants and the hoodie jacket she sometimes wore to the gym. The pants were fairly form fitting, but the jacket hid the fact that she was naked underneath.

The track was deserted. The sign at the gate said it was closed so the prep crew could come by in the afternoon to sweep the track and repaint some lines for tomorrow’s intramural meet. Regina had to hop a small fence, but she got in the small field with no issue, which made life a little easier. She knew they hackers were trying to embarrass her and push her out of her comfort zone, and this was definitely doing it. She glanced around and went out of line of sight before peeling off her yoga pants and then taking off the jacket. While it felt weird to be nude outside, it felt weirder because she was wearing sneakers and socks.

She knew it was better to just get the task over with. She was thinking about what tricks they had waiting for her, but then she felt she was overthinking things again. Maybe they *were* just pushing her limits. Regina started jogging, trying to find a pace that was comfortable with her bare breasts, and made it a third of the way around the track before she saw a man near the bleachers. She tried to turn back, but the man called out.

“Come here!” The man waved her over. Regina slowed her pace and covered up, looking to her clothes, now on the opposite side of the track. She took a few steps toward the man and then he moved toward her. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing? It’s one thing that you’re in my facility while it’s closed, but you’ve apparently decided to go streaking, too.”

“I’m sorry, umm…?”

“Coach Diebling.” He said. “You want to explain yourself, or should I just call campus security?”

“No!” She held out her hand and yelped as she realized she uncovered her bush in the process. “It’s a dare, initiation…okay? I had to run one lap in the buff. I, um, just hopped the fence near the entrance. I didn’t break in or anything.”

“So, your sorority put you up to this…?” He asked.

“Um, yes,” Regina lied, “they knew the place would be empty, and they’re waiting for me outside.”

“Where are your clothes?” He asked.

“Over on the other side. Look, I’ll just go back around the track and get dressed and get out of here, okay?”

“I don’t think so, missy.” He said, moving within a few feet of her. “You want to be an exhibitionist? Fine. You want to have a story to tell your sorority sisters? Fine. But, you break into my track? That’s not fine. You’re going to give me eight laps.”

“What?” Regina gasped. “That’s two miles!”

“You’ve already done one sixteenth.” He smirked.

“I’ll go get my clothes.”

“No, no…like you are now. I know your boobs aren’t huge, but I imagine you’ll still be bit sore running naked for two miles. Hopefully that will remind you not to something so stupid next time.”

“You can’t make me…”

“Run the laps or I call security. Trust me, you won’t get away…I’ve seen you run. You’re not that fast.” He laughed.

“Okay…okay…” She started to move to run.

“Wait a minute, missy, you have to stretch first.” He grinned at her. “Stand up straight, arms at your side.” It took moment for her to see that she was supposed to mimic him. She stood straight on the track and slowly lowered her hands to her sides showing off her breasts and bush. “You actually have a pretty good shape for running.” He said. “Long stride and lean. Now touch your toes ten times.” She bent over, reaching for her toes, feeling her breasts hanging, and she heard him count off. She did it again and again, freezing as she felt his hand on her knee. “Keep those knees straight.” Regina blushed when she realized he’d moved behind her and what that meant he could see. She kept at it and finally reached ten.

“Can I run now?” Regina pleaded.

“Knee lunges.” He said, moving to the bleachers and putting one foot up on the seat and lunging forward. She moved to the bleachers and put her foot up, feeling her sex spread and the wetness in the open, she lunged and he counted off as she switched from foot to foot. “Keep that back straight,” he said, placing a hand low on her belly, just missing the top of her bush, and the other hand low on her back. She finished the lunges, careful to maintain her form. “Finally, put your arms straight out in front of you and run in place; bring your knees and thighs parallel to your arms.” She did as he asked feeling ridiculous and embarrassed at the show she was giving him. “Okay, girly,” he slapped her ass, “get to it.” She started jogging around the rest of the track, and she heard him yell after her. “I said run, missy, I want that red bush of yours to be a streak!” She sped up, blushing bright red, and tried to find a steady pace that wouldn’t wear her out or hurt too much.

The first mile passed quickly, and the coach continued to yell at her, motivate her to go just as fast. Regina was sweating and had almost forgotten the fact that she was naked, but every once in a while a breeze would catch he in just the right way to remind her everything that was exposed. She was starting to lose her steam, but on the last lap the coach paced her, and they came back to the place where her clothes were.

“Not bad, Red, not bad…you had a couple of good laps in there for someone with no training.” Regina was trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving, and she was crouched over, her hands resting on her knees.

“Can I…hff…can I go now?” She asked.

“Shower first, Red,” he said, grabbing her clothes and leading her back to the locker room.

“Hey!” She said, running after him. “I am *not* going to do anything with you!”

“You’re going to take a shower, and I’m going to watch.” He said. “I’m not going to force you, but it won’t take me much to figure out who you are, even at a school this size, and then security gets a call about your breaking and entering.”

“You promise you won’t touch me?”

“My wife would kill me, Red. I’m just here to enjoy the show.” He unlocked the door to the locker room, walking past his office and leading her to the shower room. It was one room with two dozen showerheads lining the walls, no stalls. She stepped into the shower room, and the coach coughed. “You probably want to take off those shoes and socks, missy.” She sat down on a locker bench and brought her foot stiffly onto the bench to untie it. It took her a second to recognize why the coach’s expression changed. She was giving him a spread-eagle view of her pussy. “No need to be shy, now.” He laughed. “I’ll go get some towels and some soap.”

“What the hell…?” Regina muttered. “They couldn’t have planned this, right?” She asked herself. She quickly got her shoes and socks off and waited, half-covered for the coach to return. She jumped when he did, seeing he was only wearing a towel. “You said I just had to take a shower.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t have to.” He hung a towel up for her outside the shower and whipped his off in the process. “Sorry about that.” He said looking down at his erection. “It’s almost as if I’ve been looking at a naked girl for the last half hour.” He tossed her a bottle of liquid soap. You can use that on your skin and hair.” He still had a runner’s body, all his muscles defined, and Regina was surprised at the girth of his member, catching herself looking at him, even though she knew this was a precarious situation. He stepped into the shower room and turned on a few of the sprays. “It helps to warm it up in here. Pick whatever one you want.” Regina moved into the shower room and felt the steam against her bare skin. The coach was watching her, and she tried not to look him in the eye, but that meant her eyes lingered over his erection.

“Ahh! Hot!” She said, turning the water down as she stepped under a shower head two away from him. Her legs felt like rubber, but the hot water was soothing, she almost forgot about the coach, until she glanced over and saw that he was stroking himself. “You said…!”

“I am not touching you, Red. Uhh…” He grunted and Regina blinked as she saw him get slightly larger. “You’re really missing out. I have a fantastic cock, you know. It would slip right in now, I bet.” He probably didn’t know, but she was wet in more ways than one. “Use the soap, Red. Get those tits, that ass, that red bush or yours nice and soapy.” She didn’t really think about, just did as he asked, squirting the body soap in her hands and lathering it up, rubbing on her face and neck, going over her breasts. Her nipples were still hard even in the hot water, and she found herself lingering a bit at the nipples. She squirted out some more soap, and went up and down her legs, getting as much of her back and ass as she could, then moved her hands to her bush, making a nice lather in the hair.

“I’ve done it, okay?” Regina asked, turning to him, starting to rinse off.

“Ohh…fuu…” He started coming, and his jizz shot just short of her feet, making her take a step back. He rolled his shoulders and let out a sigh. “I think we’re finished with our showers.” He grinned and started turning off the spray. He beckoned her back into the locker area and he grabbed their towels, leading them, dripping, back to his office.

—-

The coach tossed his towel on his office chair and sat down, giving Regina a full view of his nakedness. He tossed her the other towel and told her to dry off. She tried being discrete, but it wasn’t much use if she really wanted to get dry, not to mention he’d seen her fully naked for quite some time now. He watched her work at her limbs, her hair, though it wasn’t that wet, and her body. When she started drying her tits, her bush, her ass, he started touching himself again. He got hard quickly, which surprised Regina, and when she finished drying, he was fully erect again.

“Give me the towel, please.” He said

“Why?” He snatched it from her hands.

“I’m going to take a couple of mugshots of you, to make sure you understand not pull your little prank again. Stand against the wall.” He said, picking up his phone.

“I’m not going to let you take nude photos of me!” Regina protested, but he just looked impatient. She stepped back against the painted cinder-block wall, and he took picture of her fully nude, then of just her face and breasts, her breasts, and pussy. “I’ve done what you wanted. I’m going now.”

“I have to get your profile, and your rear, you know.” He laughed. “There won’t be any denying you did what you did. Turn to the left, please.” Regina bit her lip. At this point, she had no idea what The Game wanted of her, but she turned nonetheless. Her nipples were hard again, and with the coach standing there, obviously aroused, she was having a hard time containing herself. She knew if she reached down between her legs, she’d be more than wet from just the shower. He had her turn right after another set of pictures, then face the wall, taking a few more. “I have what I need,” he said, and Regina turned back to face him.

“So, I can get dressed and go?”

“Well, as you can see,” he said, stroking his hardness, “I’m ready to go again, so I’ll give you the choice, hand job, blow job, sex, or you can get yourself off in front of me. After that, we’re done, especially as neither of us probably wants to be caught like this when my runners show up later for practice.”

“You’re crazy if you…!”

“Hear me out, Red…you may think there are some bad options there, but sex will be quick, you might even enjoy it, a blow job will be pretty self-contained, and again, pretty quick—I’m guessing, of course, but you look like you can use that mouth of yours.” Regina frowned, but said nothing. “A hand job, that’ll take more time, and I’m going to come on you, so, you know, messy. And, as for you getting yourself off, it probably won’t be too easy for you, and I’ll end up coming on you all the same…so what will it be?” Regina thought about walking out at the very moment, but she just wanted to close the situation completely. His readout of the options was probably more correct than she wanted to admit, and while none of them was perfect, she knew he’d just showered, so she grabbed a towel, and tossed it on the floor, kneeling in front of him. “Oh, Red, you’re way smarter than I gave you credit.”

“Just shut up and let me get to work.” One of his hands caressed her breast, but she pushed him back in his seat, and he leaned back, laughing a bit until she took him in her mouth, using one hand to tease his balls while she held the base of his cock in line for her to go down on him. Regina did know how to please a man and giving or receiving oral sex was all she was willing to do in high school, and her habits hadn’t changed much in college. She felt him get harder, and he was moaning softly, saying ‘yes’ when she used her tongue a certain way. She tasted saltiness and knew he was getting close to finishing, and she sped up her efforts, using her lips and tongue tightly around him. He shot into the roof of her mouth, and she was glad to feel it wasn’t much, given he’d come minutes earlier. She finished him just like she would any other guy, and he hissed out a ‘fuck’ as his orgasm finished.

“Oh, god, I haven’t had a hummer of that quality in years. I tell you, Red, if you want a coach’s assistant job, you got it, you go it…” She clambered up on her feet and wiped her mouth with a tissue from his desk.

“You stay in that chair. I’m going to get dressed now and get out of here. You try to stop me or have any more requests…and…I don’t know what I’ll do, but neither of us will like it.”

“I’m spent, girl, so go ahead, but don’t try to play tough.” He reached out and slid his hand along her pussy, bringing it back, wet. “Even if you are getting off on it.” She blushed, almost stumbling out of the room, her heart hammering in her bare chest. She yanked on her pants, and stepped into her sneakers, pulling on the jacket and fumbled at zipping it up as she fled the building. She was disoriented a minute outside but determined which would lead back to main campus. She passed a handful of people before she realized her jacket was half open, her lack of clothing fairly obvious. Regina swore at herself and zipped her jacket up the rest of the way and finally made it back to her dorm.

**End Part 3**

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8b1koh/the_games_she_plays_part_3