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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 4 Chapter 120/5: Practice
🕑 Added 2022-07-26 04:27:12 +0000 UTCI sat down in class and pulled out my books. I settled in and quickly began to check my notes as other students talking came in. I could instantly feel a dark shadow come into the room as the students talked in almost whispers about Stanley.
I looked up from the notebooks seeing a lot of unhappy expressions and wondered about something I knew I shouldn't have. Why do so many people look like they care? I knew Stanley was a part of the more popular group of seniors, but I had nothing good to say about him. I could overhear one of the girls in my class talking about what a nice guy he was and how fun he was at parties.
I mean, the guy died because she drove home drunk and ran from the cops. I believe drinking and driving should quickly lose you the 'nice guy' part. He could have killed someone else for his recklessness. Am I the only one who thinks that way? Sure he was fun at parties; he was probably drunk while it was illegal. I seriously don't know how you can say that the guy was nice, though.
I sighed, leaned back in my seat, and rubbed my eyes a little. I didn't care to think about Stanley as I didn't know what to think about him. I called the cops on him, and he tried to escape the police. The police failed to capture him before he drove his car into something, at least only causing property damage and his own death. I couldn't help but feel more sorry for his parents than Stanley.
I couldn't help another sigh as the bell rang, ending lunch. Moments later, the teacher came into the room, looking annoyed and tired as she came into class. "Alright, everyone," The teacher said, "I know things this morning are a little bleak, and the assembly took you all off your game. So I will hand out some assignments for you to review the last two weeks of work to see how you are all doing." The teacher began to hand out the paperwork, and I sighed.
I would have rather learned something new and catch up, but I could now take this time to catch up on my other classes too. I could review and ensure I was up to the pace I believe I should be at. So I shrugged as the teacher handed out the work. "When you are done, you will remain seated, but you can talk quietly with others. But not until the assignment is complete." The teacher said with a warning in their voice.
When I got my paper, I found five pages, both front and back, to review everything, and as the teacher finished, she stood at the front. "This isn't a test, but it is due by the end of class. I will not enforce doing this without the textbook but I would recommend it since it is an assessment of sorts for you all." The teacher finished before walking to her desk and started to work on something on her own.
I immediately got to work and finished the package everything quickly. It was a great review that the teacher set up, and I liked it. I pulled out other papers for other classes and began reviewing my notes. Time slipped by, and I got into the school's details, feeling more confident about it. I hated that school was mostly memorization, but I wasn't about to complain since I wasn't terrible at it.
Before I even knew it, the class bell rang, and the teacher announced, "All of you input your papers, and you can go to the final class. I hope all of you feel better tomorrow, but classes will be back to normal then."
A dozen or so of the students groaned at that while I began to pack up my backpack, not even thinking about tomorrow as today was Volleyball practice. I couldn't help the smile on my face with thoughts on it. I was surprised by Alex's offer today, and I felt happy that she thought I was improving enough to be a partner with her in Beach Volleyball. The thought of competition with two versus two was something that made me smile.
We could even start as early as next year if I improve enough. Although it would be difficult to balance with school, we could see about some trips to some competitions during the last months of school as the Beach Volleyball season began.
I finished packing up my backpack with a smile on my face before leaving. I walked down the halls that were quieter than usual and moved toward the teacher's locker room. I opened it up and felt my face blank as I saw the school janitor with a mop. "Cleaning is in here!" He called out, and I saw him cleaning up some pussy juices from Alex and some semen of mine.
I turned without saying anything, unsure if I should, as the man cleaned up the mess I had completely forgotten about. I froze before I turned back around and walked back in. "What happened in here?" I asked, "Smells weird?"
"Seems some students have been shaking up in this locker room," The Janitor chuckled he said and suddenly peaked out from the small divide between the locker area and the showers. He was an older man with Salt and pepper hair, probably in his forties or late forties. A five o'clock shadow sprinkled his chin, with a worn look about him in blue overalls. "I have found some condoms and some 'spills' from whoever it has been for the last couple of weeks." The Janitor continued and smiled, "Good for whoever it is. School is fucking boring, and they are using protection a lot."
"Wow," I said, feeling a little guilty, "Isn't that against school rules?" I asked.
"We both know that you know that," The Janitor replied, looking at me. "Please, We both know it was you as well, Angela Brown."
My face blanked, and panic began to set in before he chuckled. "You think just because I am a Janitor that I am stupid?" He asked. "I ain't going to rat you out. I have worked here for years, and the last couple of them, I have been disgusted by how you have been treated," The man said.
Suddenly the door opened behind me, and Mrs. Grendier came in. "Perfect, Angela, you are here and wearing the weights. Oh, Nelson, right?" Mrs. Grendier said, turning to the Janitor.
"That is right, Mrs. Grendier; how is the Volleyball team coming along this year?" Janitor Nelson asked with a smile.
"It's coming up good, I think Angela here is a great pick-up, and some first-year students might have some promise. I do not fear any shirking on the team either." Mrs. Grendier replied then I noticed her wrinkle her nose. "Smells weird in here," Mrs. Grendier added.
"Don't worry about it," Janitor Nelson replied, "Seems that some students vented some extra energy in here when the student body was grieving, and I am cleaning it up."
"Oh," Mrs. Grendier replied, looking around, not seeing much, "Did they flush the condom?" Mrs. Grendier asked.
"Seems not this time. I found some condoms and a little messy, but it seems they practiced safely." Janitor Nelson said calmly.
I felt a blush as I knew that I was the culprit, but I felt like paling as Nelson knew it was me who did it. "Well, that is a relief," Mrs. Grendier said, "It's better if they don't, but at least I know some of my health lessons are working if they are using condoms." I heard her sigh, "I think you should change in the woman's locker room before class. I think that we even have a locker room for teachers who just change in their office most of the time is dumb. But we also use it for other teams." Mrs. Grendier stopped suddenly and turned to Janitor Nelson. "Sorry about that, Nelson. I will take Angela with me and leave you in peace to clean. Thank you, Nelson."
"No worries," Janitor Nelson said, taking the mop he was using that was cleaning up all my semen and dunking it in the water. "Just doing my job. Have a great day, Angela and Mrs. Grendier." He smiled lightly before turning and ignoring us both, and I followed Mrs. Grendier out of the room. I closed my eyes and moved with her a little down the hallway, feeling worried about Nelson.
"So today, I want to see how much in the swing you are with the weights. So put on the weights you brought, and we will practice your defense and some spikes before the period ends. We will also set up the gym for practice. So get dressed, and we can have some fun," Mrs. Grendier stopped just outside the woman's locker room to look at me.
"I will see you inside the gym. I will start setting things up, so don't take too long," Mrs. Grendier finished before turning, "Oh, and don't think Nelson is a creep because he was in the locker room," She said, "He does his work quickly and efficiently. Damn good guy. Too bad," Mrs. Grendier shook her head, "Sorry, forget the last part. I will see you in the gym in a bit." Mrs. Grendier said no more before heading toward the gym just a few feet away.
I turned toward the door and entered the locker room. I saw dozens of women turn my way as I entered, and I smiled. All of them noticed it was me, and I saw some frowns among them. Still, I walked in and moved to a corner, putting down my bag and stripping my weighted vest before my clothes. I heard some gasps from some close women that noticed the large bulge in my panties, but I didn't pay attention to it. "So she really is a Dickgirl," I heard not far from me and I felt my eyelid twitch as I ignored it.
I pulled out my workout clothes and changed, disregarding everyone else. I quickly was dressed, and half the other women had left the locker room by the time I finished. I put on my weights and heard some discussions and guesses about the size of my buldge and the size estimation when I was hard.
Ignoring everything behind me, I finished putting on the last weight on my left arm. I didn't know how to feel with so many women talking about my cock like that. I was used to it, but they were treating me like an object instead of a person. It was normal, though, as I had noticed that both men and women do it regularly, and I wasn't exempted from it. But I knew that was me purposefully stepping aside my thoughts about Nelson knowing I was having sex inside the teacher's locker room.
As I stepped into the gym, I sighed, seeing the teacher setting up while Mr. Trimmers was redirecting the other ladies in class outside. "Mrs. Grendier is going to work you hard today, Angela," Mr. Trimmers said with a smile, "I am sure that you will enjoy it," He smiled before turning and redirecting more of the ladies as they exited the locker room.
I fast walked over to Mrs. Grendier and began to help her set up the nets and pull out equipment for practice. It didn't take long before we finished, and Mrs. Grenider sent me on my way to do laps till I was warmed up. I could feel her eyes on me as I began to run, but I didn't care. I ran faster till I was in a full-out sprint. I would spring before slowing down to a jog before hitting sprints again, and as I began to sweat, I jogged over to Mrs. Grendier with a smile as I felt much better.
"I think I am doing you a disservice by taking you into the Volleyball team instead of Track and Field. I think you would destroy the competition in endurance. I think a fifteen hundred meter or thousand-meter race would be your best tracks." Mrs. Grendier said.
"I can do that anyway while I practice Volleyball," I told her, "Running is a fun pastime that I like to use to warm up. But I think more importantly that I need a coach that can help me learn what I need to know and what I should do. I think there are techniques that I cant learn off youtube these days and only from Professionals. But at this moment, I am very interested in Volleyball."
My reply made Mrs. Grendier shake her head. "I think you are arrogant, Angela," Mrs. Grendier smiled though, taking a lot of the cut away from her words. "But you are also not completely wrong. For now, though," Mrs. Grendier said in an obvious attempt to change the topic, "I have you here, and I will make sure that you are a good Volleyball player. Let us start with recovery, and we can move into something I haven't had you practice much. Blocking!"
Mrs. Grendier got up on a stool over a net and began to spike onto my side of the court, making me recover everything. I was failing a lot of the time as the weights seemed unfamiliar, and I hadn't practiced much with the vest on before I had to take it off. Now I was hitting the floor a lot to recover some of the balls and ending up just short of recovering.
It took some time, but I started to recover the balls and send them back over the net before Mrs. Grendier told me where she wanted the ball to be recovered. This was much harder as I dove, but after last week's practices, I was getting much better at diving and recovering so that I could be ready to spike the ball a teammate set up.
We continued for a short bit before Mrs. Grendier called an end to that and started to get me to practice the movements for blocking. It wasn't difficult like the recovery and defense on the court, but it was challenging as I found myself jumping dozens of times in front of the net over and over. "Make sure that your hands moved over the net and down so when the ball hits, they have the least time to recover, Angela," Mrs. Grendier said, "Your moves are starting to shape up, but it is easy to see you lack a lot of experience. We can work on that," She finished.
I was jumping in spots making sure that I was jumping higher with all my weights on, and finishing by moving my hands slightly over to block any ball in the right direction. Mrs. Grendier didn't have many good things to say as she corrected my form at every moment as I became an increasingly wet dripping mess from the amount of jumping in a spot I did.
My legs were becoming sore, and I felt exhilaration as I continued till the bell went. "Okay, Strech and relax till the other girls get here Angela," Mrs. Grendier told me, "The break should help you out."
I nodded a little breathless after jumping way too much and decided that I would put more emphasis on working my leg muscles. My biceps and triceps always deserved love, but I needed to work on the entirety of my legs as they would be the baseline in my career. I could consistently be high enough that I believed I could play with the men's net height without the weights on me, and I felt a small pride in that.
I stretched as I waited while Mr. Trimmer's class came in and went to the lockers while I stretched in the gym. It didn't take long for those girls to leave and the girls in the club started to filter in. I finished stretching at this point and got up to join some team members running around the gym. I felt the strain in my legs as I got back up to a jog, so I remained at jogging speed to help my legs out.
I jogged for a bit when Alex suddenly came up with a smile and began running with me. We jogged in silence when Sarah joined me on the other side and jogged with us both. I could see the soft smile on her face, and I didn't know how to feel. Some of the other club members were frowning while they ran, talking to each other, the main topic still Stanley and his untimely demise.
I still felt weird about it and knew I needed to talk to someone about it. Still, everyone acted like it was their life's biggest issue and that Stanley was an amazing guy. But he died drinking and driving, which kills people, and only killed himself while running from the police.
I shook my head while running when Mrs. Grendier blew a sharp whistle. "Gather everyone. I want to talk to you all before we start." Mrs. Grendier announced.
We all moved towards her, and I stood behind the other ladies while those at the front knelt. "Okay, ladies," Mrs. Grendier began, "Today, we were confronted with our mortal status despite your age. If anyone one of you wants to sit out today's practice and go see a guidance counselor, please do. I will not reprimand you for it." No one seemed to get up although I could see some frowns soften, "Okay," Mrs. Grendier said after a minute, "Now I will be splitting you ladies into two teams again. You will play against each other to begin. I want to see you all set up some formations with your teams. I want to see what you all can set up before the second half of practice, where we will practice our formations and some strategies."
Heads nodded, and Mrs. Grendier wasted no time splitting everyone into two teams before we ran onto the court The game started, and I was on the opposite team of Sarah and Alex I noticed that Sarah was talking to many juniors and the first-year students before the first serve That was when things started, and our team was getting roasted by the other team Their blocking formations were good when three or four of the women on the opposite team would work together, although it wasn't perfect.
The blocking formation wasn't all as they set up some feints using juniors and seniors to spike the ball over I was playing on defense and found myself recovering balls that other seniors were not doing well to set up It seemed that our team didn't have anyone to coordinate it at all, making it a free for all I found myself with a tall blonde girl on top of me after she dove for the same ball that I had already recov red. Breasts pressed against my back as I had to ask her to get off me before she would.
By the end of the practice game, I was exhausted and also wondering where all the coordination went from our eam. "Alright ladies, That was a disaster," Mrs. Grendier called out at the end of the ame. "All I did was put Alex and Sarah on the same team along with Racheal, and all coordination from the other team disappe red. I think some of the newcomers didn't even understand that others were helping their team coordinate." I felt a blush as she said that, as I hadn't realized, "Now that both sides understand the need for coordination, we can start on formations and how to assign things without needing to talk about it every match."
What began as a drill on some basic formations making us jump together to block while Mrs. Grendier had someone set up a spike for her, and we had to blo k it. We all took turns in the blocking formation as she told us this was one of the most basic formations in the game. Next came setting up feints and the other side making a block formation, and we had to try and make a oint. The practice was quite illuminating, and I heard a couple of girls that blocked my spikes complaining about pain after I spiked into their form tion. That made me lightly smile as I worked on my technique.
I lost track of time as I jumped in the basic formation with a bunch of girls before running over and spiking at the girls in form tion. I hated when I had to feint instead of hitting it, hough. I found myself itching not to fake it but actually hit the ball as hard as I anted. But the aim was still an issue, and this was practice and not a real game.
Mrs. Grendier blew a whistle and ended the practice just before I got another chance at blocking in the fo mation. We all were sweating, and you could see sweat stains under larger-breasted women and almost everyone's its. We were all tired and started heading toward the locker r oms. I moved with the group and soon had Alex and Sarah besid me. Sarah was blushing a little, and I was beginning to wonder if Sarah just wanted to officially become my bitch.
I shook my head and walked over to my stuff and stripped, leaving my stuff to go sh wer. I walked through the ladies seeing many fixated stares at my flaccid cock, which I was having a hard time keeping in that s ate. I heard some whispers I ignored before I got in the shower with my body wash and sha poo. I was a sweaty mess, and although I was tempted to keep my workout outfit on, I didn't since I would bring someone home.
I found Alex beside me washing up a couple of seconds later, her gaze very much not looking toward my cock, although I could see glimpses down with a thirsty look. I ignored her and washed my hair in peace before washing my body, thinking about what I would do with Jake to ight. I felt my cock hardening with those thoughts, and I stopped instantly but stopped myself from cleaning around my cock. I would leave some if any of the sweaty smell for that little sissy bitch to clean off with his mouth.
A sadistic smile appeared on my face, and I saw Alex and Sarah, who I hadn't even noticed until now, s iver. I tried to calm myself down, and I finished cleaning everythin else. I smiled at both ladies before departing without e ther. Alex and Sarah were a little surprised as I headed back to the locker that I claimed for oday. I grabbed the towel I had and dried myself off before changing back into my school uniform. Alex joined me not long later, but my mind was wandering too before gym class.
Janitor Nelson knew about my interactions inside the teacher's locker room. I felt a subtle pressure that I had to talk to Nelson and learn where he stood with that. I heard his conversation with Mrs. Grendier and that they were happy with the fact that I didn't flush the condoms and was using condoms. But I had flushed a condom more than once and hoped that Nelson wouldn't try to screw me because of that or use his knowledge the same way.
I wasn't worried about the blackmail material as I was a young woman, and if he tried to screw me physically and take advantage of his knowledge to make me do 'favors,' I would hit back in a painful way that would destroy his life. I wasn't like Tracy and Jake when I blackmailed them. I had much less to lose compared to Nelson. The problem with that was still many things, and I felt the issue on my mind with serval other things.
I stopped as I put on my shirt and took a deep breath, trying to regain control of my emotions. "You okay?" I heard, and I turned to see Alex looking a little worried.
"Yeah," I replied, "Something's on my mind, it seems. You coming tomorrow morning?" I asked her.
Alex smiled, "Is that offer allowed even if I am alone?" Alex asked, looking around, her voice soft so others couldn't hear.
I smiled thinly, "Yes," I replied, "But," I started to say something before stopping and shaking my head, "Nevermind." I finished as I thought of something I could do to her if she came alone. "I need to be going, though," I told her as I finished dressing, and I saw some red hair coming my way with a blush on her face.
"Have a great night, Ladies," I yelled out for Sarah's benefit as I saw her frown in sadness as I turned to exit.
Leaving Alex and Sarah in the locker room felt weird, but I had another appointment today, and I felt a little sore from practice. I loved the slight soreness as I pulled out my phone and called Jake as I walked down the hallway. On the third ring, I heard a heavy-breathing voice answer. "Hello?!" Jake asked.
"Picking up on the third ring," I said, my voice serious, "This Mistress isn't happy about that, Sissy."
There was an audible pause on the other end, "I am almost finished, babe," Jake replied.
"Oh, I am your babe now, Sissy?" I replied. "Interesting."
"Sorry, Mistress," Jake quickly whispered into the phone, "We are finishing up in the locker room now. I will see you at the front of the school in a minute."
I felt my eyelid twitch in annoyance, "Two minutes," I told him, my voice oddly flat even to my ears as I felt anger surge in me, "Every minute after that is a fresh punishment. Be quick, Sissy." I hung up and walked down the hall, feeling like I vented my feelings a little, and texted Crystal.
Angela: Bringing the Sissy back for some punishment tonight. I will also be giving him some clothes for some fresh punishment. I am sure he will love every minute of it.
It was quick and to the point, and seconds later, I received a text back.
Crystal: Fuck, I cannot wait. I am about to make some dinner, though; how many do you want me to make dinner for?
I paused, thinking about it as if it would be fun to leave him hungry for the night. I thought better of it and typed a message back.
Angela: Make it three, but I will take half of his portion.
Crystal: Perfect! I will start right away, Mistress; I will see you soon!
I smiled at the almost instant reply and felt the best I had felt all day. I stopped at the front entrance of the school, and I waited for Sissy. He shouldn't take too long; I thought with a smile as I watched others leaving their club activities. I smiled as I saw Jake running down the hall a minute late from my notification.
Tonight was going to be fun. I looked down at my phone and watched the phone tick over to two minutes late just as he ran up to me. "Sorry I am late," Jake said, and I walked out the door without saying anything. Jake followed with his backpack over his shoulder, and I stayed two steps ahead.
We walked off the property without another word exchanged, and only a few people noted that I left school with Jake on my heels following me.
Tonight Jake wouldn't know what hit him, and I would vent some feelings.
I felt the anticipation grow as we walked toward Crystal's house.
Comments
Mr.Tiemos
Janitor Nelson. One of my new favorite minor characters. Maybe he’ll be teaching Angela how to clean up after herself? Would be very funny. Also, Janitors are generally very cognizant of the happenings within the school, so it’s nice to see one who’s not an ass about things.
epoeck
Good stuff, glad u r back!
Madjic
Sorry for my absence the last couple of days. I had some weird days off, trying to switch to nights and failing horribly. I just ended up tired all the time and now I am back at work. Anyways, Enjoy!
