I looked up at the clock from my desk in the coach’s office as I heard the soft knock at the door. Hour and a half until game time…She was right on time as directed. I opened the door and stepped back, taking in the delectable sight before me.
There she was, my slut, kneeling outside my office in the middle of the men’s locker room. As instructed, she had worn her blue dress that was anything but appropriate for the setting. As I gazed down on her, I watched as a bead of sweat trickled down from her neck and disappeared between her firm, D cup breasts, barely contained within her dress. Clearly aroused, her nipple piercings making her hard nipples even more visible through the flimsy fabric. Her long, toned legs tucked under her, almost fully on display due to the promiscuous length of her dress. If it rode any higher, I would easily glimpse the bright pink thong I had instructed her to wear, knowing it would come in handy later.