Debauchery on Campus (Chynya x lilbreadstick16)

[Chynya]

The blaring siren of a blowhorn woke Stephen out of his daydreams, his eyes refocusing on the panting softball players finishing their wind sprints. "Alright ladies! Twenty minutes of fielding practice then you're done for the day. Back here at 2 tomorrow so we can prepare for the game on Friday!" He looked over at his best friend, Sally, who was the head coach of South Central University's nationally recognized softball team. They had met his Sophomore year, her freshman year. He was a captain on the football team, she was the quarterback's girlfriend. They became close and once they both graduated, she came here to coach, quickly moving to head coach. Stephen went to grad school somewhere else for his MBA but when any potential jobs fizzled before he even got interviews, she had convinced him to come help her, figuring they needed a hard ass to push them up the ranks.

Three years he had been an assistant coach, twice they just barely missed out on winning the NCAA Division II championship. The girls hated him during practice, but their stares and smiles came back as soon as that siren blew. Rolling around in the sheets with young women barely legal enough to drink had brought a few dozen complaints and lawsuits, but he was careful, making sure they either signed a consent form or recorded their agreement. Or both. The administrators chastised him for fooling around with those he was put in charge of, but they also needed the money the program brought in, even if it palled in comparison to the other sports.

"What's up your ass today, Stephen?" Sally asked, irritation dripping off her tongue as she walked up next to him. She was just as much of a hard ass as he was when it came to her team, but he could bark orders louder so he was always the 'bad guy.'

"Carlie's friend filed a formal complaint with the police and dean, saying I sexually assaulted her. Complete bullshit. Have the tapes to prove she was more than compliant but this time the school isn't paying for my lawyer.

"How about you stop fucking our players? Jesus man, keep your god damn pants on, got it?" Sally and him never had done anything physical, both because she knew the rumors and they just weren't that kind of friends. Sure they would share stories about their adventures in bed and he thought she had the best ass and tits, it never crossed that line between them, something she wished extended to every other woman on campus.

"I could, but then I'd have to chase someone my own age. You know, someone with kids, sad desperate cries for attention from their workaholic husbands. No, think I'll stick with these," he said, nodding his head to the line of young women throwing the ball into the ground to each other, practicing grounders. Sally just shook her head in response. "Guess you'll want her off the team like the last one?"

"No, I want Carlie to see me every day, a reminder of that night at my house. Not to mention a message to the others that sleeping with me doesn't mean they lose their positions."

"God you're a pig. Why have I stayed your friend all these years? You know there are rumors that you beat them after you're done right?"

"Yeah, so what?" was all he could reply, turning to walk back to the lockers. It was the one thing he was still unable to do, have an office in the women's locker room, but that was more than understandable. Didn't stop the ones desperate for playing time to approach him after locking his door behind them. Still, the latest complaint would take time and now that he was paying his own legal bills, he'd need to find someone to take his anger out on. Somebody not on the team.

Closing the large red metal door behind him, he sat at his desk and unlocked the bottom right drawer, pulling out he CD he had recorded Carlie and his little romp, chalk full of her pleading him not to stop. That would play out nicely in court if it ever got that far, but her CEO daddy would probably squash that before it ever saw the light of day. An orange folder caught his attention sitting in his inbox, which he reached for. Opening it and reading the couple papers inside, along with some diagrams of the human body, he closed it and shook his head. Carlie had a bone bruise on both legs and her right forearm, the school's athletic trainer detailing how she needed to take a couple weeks off to let them heal properly or some bullshit like that, he honestly didn't read that far.

Normally he would let Sally take care of this, but he was a little pissed that Carlie couldn't keep her mouth shut. Standing up, he strode down the numerous hallways until he found the training room, one of the finest in the state. "She plays or she is off the team," he bellowed as he stepped into the room that had students from all sports getting attended to. They all knew who he was and he felt he had gone soft the last month or so. His blue polo shirt and tan shorts stretched tight across his chest and thighs, showing the still chiseled body that hid beneath.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Taylor was 20 minutes from the end of her shift when he strode into the room, bold and loud as ever. Her eyes widened, met his, then glanced at the folder he was holding. Carlie's report. She frowned immediately, forgetting about the student before her.

The rest of the room -a few trainers and students scattered around- seemed to forget what they were doing as well. They started a moment at him, then glanced at Taylor expectantly. When she remained frozen for a few moments, they collectively seemed to recall their tasks and turned away. Taylor took this opportunity to shut this down. Now.

"Excuse me," she said, without looking to her patient. She stalked toward him, nose pinched in anger. Instead of shoving him like she wanted to, she stopped in front of him, forcing her eyes to meet his. "She can't play like that. It's not happening." She held his gaze for a second, two, three, before finally glancing to the folder, something other than that stare.

 

[Chynya]

Taylor. Acquaintances of the extreme fringe type. He couldn't even remember how or where they had met, but she was a grad student that he had run into a few times at parties or the occasional work gathering. She was still a student, but worked for the university as well. Very gray area and one he definitely wanted to penetrate. In more ways than one.

"Well too fucking bad for you. Playoffs are right around the corner and she's our best outfielder. She doesn't play, we don't win. You want to explain to the boosters why we came second fiddle to fucking Allimo U. again? She's playing and I expect her in practice tomorrow!" He wasn't so much yelling or shouting, just had a very forceful voice that could carry. Scanning the room, he hoped to see Carlie in there so he could give her a piece of his mind, no doubt she had asked for the excuse not to show up after their little affair.

"There had better be a new folder on my desk in the morning clearing her to play. Don't make me go to the AD Taylor." If looks could kill, his would have shot meteors out his eyes and melted her bones into a puddle of goo. As it was, he turned on his heels without waiting for her to reply, figuring she had a few choice words for him after their last run in with an 'injured' girl, who just so happened to be his last fling.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

She stood for a moment, fuming. Playing on that injury would only make it worse, and Taylor had too much shit to deal with to be adding on more injuries. There were arguments she could make, points to prove, but before she could open her mouth he was gone. She huffed, turned, and went back to her patient.

She worked mindlessly for the rest of her shift, and spent the night lost in her own thoughts. She rifled through her memories for anything she may have heard of him, sorting out the rumors to piece together what might be true. Taylor often heard the girls on the team whispering about him- in praise or disgust seemed to depend on the girl and the day. The coach certainly seemed to like him... And there didn't seem to be anything between them. Surely if he were THAT type, he'd go after the coach too, right? These rumors spread so quickly, and they evolve into such ugly beasts, so different from their original form.

By the end of the night, Taylor resolved to speak with the coach, ask her to put Carlie in as little as possible. She took a few deep breaths to clear her mind, then gathered some leftover paperwork from her schoolbag and sat up in bed, a knot in her stomach as she scribbled (in pen) everything that could lead Carlie to further and further injury. Needless to say, Taylor tossed and turned in her sleep that night.

 

[Chynya]

Stephen went back to his office and quickly finished closing up, leaving in a hurry. If he didn't have a pending lawsuit on his hands, he would have gone straight to one of the bars near campus and picked up some young, gullible thing and fucked his anger away. But he wasn't stupid and he didn't need to have the possibility to add another person going after him. Instead he, went home, a nice thirty-minute drive on the freeway, a far distance from campus. It gave him the privacy he always liked when he was home as well as when he had visitors. It was a good three hundred yards to the closest neighbor but there were a couple housing developments that were going to be closing that gap soon.

Slamming his door, the drive and music doing little to calm him, he went to take a hot shower and churn over his conversation with Taylor. She would surely try to go over his head on this one and honestly, not much he could do about that at this point. Sally would listen and probably side with the training staff, not wanting to risk further injury. The AD wouldn't want a lawsuit on his hands for forcing a girl to play through injury, despite how many times that had happened in the past. Sighing, he let the scalding water relax his muscles and wash away the distractions of the day.

When he got out, he sat on his couch and hit play on his DVD player, the picture and sounds of his romp with Carlie exploding from the TV. He never recorded the parts where he actually hurt them, but he was still rough with them on what he did record. Many of the girls enjoyed it, many of them coming back for more, something about how they hadn't ever experienced that before. Still, there were plenty who hated him afterwards but small threats to ruin their grades or playing time did wonders in keeping their mouths shut. For the most part.

After watching the two hour long recording, he got up and stretched before doing his nightly routine. Brush teeth, trim his short beard, make sure his clothes for the next day were clean and ready to just hop into in the morning. Laying in his queen sized bed, he practiced a little meditation, a trick he had learned a few years prior to help calm his mind, which always seemed to be going a million miles an hour. Within twenty minutes, Stephen was sound asleep, sawing logs and dreaming of his next victim.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Taylor began the next morning on the wrong foot, almost literally. She stumbled over her jeans from the night before, fell to her knees, and groaned. "Fucking figures." She pulled herself off the ground, shuffled into her apartment's kitchen, and started the coffee machine. Images of that folder bounced around her mind like an old DVD Player standby screen, bouncing from one end to the next and unable to find a place to stay. Brush teeth, Carlie's injury. Wash face, Carlie could rupture a ligament. Get dressed, jeans, tank top, easy stuff, if she doesn't get treated-

The high pitched beep of the coffee machine yanked her out of her panicked spiral. She stomped down the hall in her sneakers, poured herself a quick to-go cup, and spun around for her bag. Of course, she left it in her bedroom. Taylor rolled her eyes and stomped back down the hall. As she entered the room, she looked up to see the report she had filled out last night, still lying on the nightstand. She reached for it, paused- if it gets bad enough, Taylor, that could cut off all that blood flow. Do you want to be responsible for that? -picked it up, and slipped it into her bag. She can decide once she gets there. Maybe flip a coin. She bit her lip and left the apartment before she could change her mind.

As a grad student worker, Taylor was required to live on campus. She didn't mind this much, especially because she got a place to herself. The library was close by, campus coffee shop down the street, and plenty of convenient places to walk, work out, and eat. She had gotten to know the place pretty well by now. She picked up her usual drink, said hello to the usual employees, and took her usual shortcut through the university's flower beds, weaving along the flagstone pathways. She took a sip, burned her tongue, took another sip. It'll be fine. The bruises aren't that major. Another sip, then into the rec center toward her first class. Taylor had AT again today at 1, if she could hold off the nausea building in her stomach until then, she could hand that prick the paperwork and be done with it. Unless Carlie gets hurt.

With that thought, Taylor sat down and opened her notebook.

 

[Chynya]

The sun shining through the window let him know it was time to get up, though he didn't really need to be to work until the afternoon. Still, he always had things to do and there was a discussion he needed to have with Sally. Stretching, he took his morning shower, even if he was clean from the night before, and brushed his teeth. Pulling on his clothes for the day, a pair of running shorts and a tank top, he decided to wear a track suit on top of it all, blue bottoms with a white top, the school colors.

Heading out the door, he checked his phone, glad not to have any messages for once. The drive went by uneventfully, his rock music rumbling his seat like always. Pulling into his parking spot, the AD was waiting for him with a stack of papers, causing him to audibly groan and roll his eyes. "Hey Barry, how's it going?" he said as he stepped out and locked his car behind him.

"Stephen, this is the last time. Handle this shit and if it happens again, you're fired. Hell, I have half a mind to sue you myself for behavior unbecoming. Here's the papers you need to sign waiving any liability for the university. Have them turned into my office before you go home tonight."

Barry strode off after handing the papers to him and he rifled through them, having signed them numerous times before he just wanted to make sure there hadn't been any new ones added from last time. It would take him an hour or so to fill them out, just enough time to have a couple cups of coffee before he went to the gym. Stephen knew this day was coming, only so many complaints and lawsuits before they got fed up with him and had to let him go. There were plenty of other colleges he could transfer to with the resume and teams he had helped build, though he wouldn't have Sally to cover for his ass.

Walking into his office, he turned on his coffee pot and sat down to start filling out the paperwork. It was stupid legal jargon saying how he had acted of his own accord and that it didn't align with the values of the university, yada yada. Still, it was a necessity if he wanted the case dismissed as quickly as possible. He was almost done when a knock came on his door and Sally walked in, a scowl on her face.

"Why can't you stay out of trouble? One of the girls just told me that Carlie can't play for a week or two? What did you do to this one?"

"Don't worry about it, I handled it last night. Taylor will clear her last night. Just a couple deep bruises is all. She'll be fine."

"That's another thing. You are not the head coach. You come to me and I'll go talk to the training staff from now on, got it? You're already in enough hot water as it is. Fuck Stephen, you're thirty years old, not one of these clueless kids. Get your shit together."

She walked out without another word, a loud sigh followed by him pinching the bridge of his nose. Pouring a third cup of coffee, he downed it and finished the paperwork. Making sure everything was turned off, he closed and locked his door behind him and went straight to the ADs office, where he left the papers with his secretary. Jogging through the hallways, a few grumbles about no running indoors came from other staffers, he made his way to the schools gym, complete with state of the art weight room. Pulling off his track suit, he began his grueling two hour workout, letting the troubles of the day melt off his conscience.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

By the end of her first class, Taylor's mind had cleared. She went about her routine, studying for a little while after the 8 a.m., then her 11 a.m., and then lunch. The more she checked the time, the more the guilt and nausea settled in. By the time she sat down to her meal, something light and well-balanced, she could feel bile in the back of her throat. She took a few bites, then gave up and switched to finishing up some homework before AT. She'll be fine. Mental reassurance, steady breathing... steadier heartbeat. Twenty minutes until AT. Might as well leave now.

Taylor packed up her back, threw away her half-eaten sandwich and salad, and left for the rec center. Her hands trembled at her sides, and she clenched and unclenched her fists to steady them- it was useless. Her hand slipped into her shoulder bag, feeling around for the report. Almost just to make sure it was still there. She found herself wishing she had lost it, or forgotten it at home. Any excuse to not do this.

The door to the assistant coach's office was closed, but the lights were on. Taylor took a deep breath. She slipped her hand back into her bag and over the paperwork, then raised the other one to knock firmly.

 

[Chynya]

His workout was needed, it had been a couple days and his muscles had been getting used to the inactivity. Treadmill, some weights, and a few laps in the pool brought the familiar burn back and let him forget for a little bit of his problems.

Showering afterward, he put his track suit back on but forgot to bring an extra pair of boxer briefs, so he had to go commando, something he would normally have zero problems with. But with the pending case against him, he was hyper aware of these types of things.

Returning to his office, he had a couple more hours before he was needed out on the practice field so he figured he would go over some scouting reports and start making some lineups. Sally had the final say over it all, but she was stressed enough as it was, he could do most of the legwork for her. Rubbing his eyes after the third draft, he was about to get up and take a piss when someone knocked on his door.

"Come in," he said, loud enough he knew it could be heard outside, making a mental note to ask for a small window so he didn't have to shout so loud.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

When Taylor heard his voice, she straightened her back, held her shoulders back, and came inside. She shut the door behind her, somehow nervous that she'd be caught fudging a student's paperwork. Her heart raced in her chest, each beat warning her of the consequences of adhering to his wishes or going against him. Everything in her screamed to turn around, it wasn't worth it, you can take him. Once she looked into his eyes, though, she pulled the papers from her bag and dropped them onto the desk.

"There. Carlie's in. I- I don't want to have to do this again." She wiped her hands on her jeans. Whether it was to wipe away the sweat or the guilt, she couldn't tell. She realized that her jaw was clenched, and slowly unclenched it. She resisted the urge to open her mouth, massage her jaw a little- she didn't realize just how anxious she had been. Her hands still looked for a place to settle, unable to decide between her pockets, at her sides, or behind her back as she waited for some kind of response or dismissal. She didn't exactly work under him, but it was known well enough in the school that he either commands respect or demands it.

 

[Chynya]

Grabbing the folder without saying a word, he quickly rifles through the couple pages, noting the changes and clearance to return to full practice. Closing it and setting it in his pile of finished paperwork for later filing, he placed his hands on his desk and took a moment to study Taylor. He hadn't really paid her much attention, other than making mental notes about her appearance and attitude.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it? You'll tell Charlie she is fine to come to practice tonight. Sure it will land better coming from you than if ai told her." He tapped his fingers idly as he spoke, his eyes not leaving hers, knowing it unsettled people and he could tell she was a little nervous.

"You will do this again, if need be. Unless they have a broken bone or a torn ligament, I don't want to see another report saying one of my girls can't play. Understood?"

Standing up when he was done speaking he came around his desk and leaned on the edge, inches from Taylor. "You'll have an easier time as a trainer if you just do as I ask without any of that lip you showed yesterday."

 

[lilbreadstick16]

His silence almost made her more nervous; Taylor pursed her lips to keep from breaking it. When he finally spoke, she let go of the breath she didn't know she was holding and listened quietly. She forced herself to keep her eyes on his, despite the overwhelming urge to look away.

Her eyes narrowed as he continued. No. Her jaw clenched. The next time he tried to pull this, she would go straight to the Dean. She has to. Half her job is moral integrity, isn't it? Still, she pretended to agree, nodding along at the important bits and mumbling "yes" halfheartedly as he asked if she understood him. I understand you just fine.

Again Taylor restrained herself, this time from taking a step back as he got closer. She clasped her hands behind her back to hide the tremble that crept in, much more visible than before. He was close enough now that she could smell his deodorant, something she didn't quite recognize. Probably just not used to anything other than the cheap shit college guys buy. When it seemed that he was done speaking- she was trying not to tune out his words through her panic- she gave him a final nod, turned on her heel, and left.

 

[Chynya]

When the door closed behind her, he couldn't help but smile. They hadn't really talked much, if at all, in the past though so this was probably quite the wake up call. Rumors and whispers were one thing, being in the direct line of his fire was another. Looking down, he noticed that he had become a little aroused, hoping it hadn't shown through the flimsy fabric of his outfit.

Finishing up his pre-practice items, he pulled the clipboards and notes together into a pile and briskly walked out to the field where the girls were stretching, Sally already on the full throws of telling them how important the game on Friday was. It was a speech he had heard a hundred times by now and it didn't change much.

Setting everything down in a line on the bench, one clipboard for each girl with their name written at the top. When he was done, he looked over the team and noticed Carlie wasn't there and he gave a little side glance to his friend, who answered with a shrug. Before he could even act, he heard the sound of cleats on pavement and soon saw Carlie jogging towards practice. She entered the field a few feet away from him but kept her eyes down.

"Good of you to join us. Everyone," he yelled, "Four laps after stretches. We're at the last push before playoffs. You better be dead or in the hospital if you're not here. Understood?" He was met with groans and not a few glares at both him and Carlie. It was the price they had to pay to be a championship team. Sally just shook her head but didn't overrule him.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

As soon as the door closed, Taylor took a deep breath, fighting the nervous tears that had built at the back of her eyes. She stood there for a moment, steadying her breath, then rushed off toward AT. She was supposed to meet Carlie there in a few minutes, and Taylor just wanted this over with.

___________

Carlie was there waiting for her. She said patiently, playing on her phone. Taylor cleared her throat. "Ready?" Just fake this little exam and send her on her way. I don't want those eyes on me again. Carlie stood, following Taylor's instructions as she poked and prodded at her injuries for a moment, then sighed. "Okay. You should be all set to play. Just come back to me if you have any questions." Taylor gave her what she hoped was an optimistic, excited smile. Carlie watched her for a moment, her eyes running along that strained smile, then nodded. "Alright, thank you."

With that, it was over. As soon as she left, Taylor dropped into the chair, rubbing her temples while she waited for her next patient. She may have to face him at games, and if the occasional injury occurs, but in that moment she swore to herself not to talk to him unless she had to. That man.. was trouble.

 

[Chynya]

Practice went on normally, though they did end up staying a little late, going over scouting reports with each position group and strategies. The game was a only two days away and it would determine the seeding in the playoffs. Everyone needed to be on their A game and Sally really hammered home the importance of taking care of their bodies, extra hot tub time to help with the aches and cramps that came along with the season. Everyone looked at Carlie and the poor girl winced from the attention.

Stephen inwardly beamed but made no outward sign he was happy that his little plot worked. Keep it up and perhaps she would get her friend to drop all charges before her daddy found out. "Get plenty of sleep tonight ladies. We leave on the bus tomorrow night at 7pm sharp. Nobody be late, help each other pack. Dismissed."

Watching the girls walk off, sweating and tired from the long, hot practice, he went over to Sally who was packing up the bags to take inside. Grabbing mits, bats, and balls, he threw them over his shoulder. "Told you I would handle Carlie. She'll drop the complaint and lawsuit soon. Then you and Barry can stop take the sticks out of your asses until next season."

She looked at him stunned, mouth half agape unable to think of anything to say. "You got lucky this time. Taylor isn't one of the ones you can push around. She doesn't know you and all it takes is her to go to the news or the police and then we're all fucked. You think you are the only one who would go down? Everyone knows how you are. We'd all be complicit. Find yourself a nice woman, marry her, and put all this immaturity behind you. Please."

It boiled his blood that people thought what he was doing was immaturity. Sure, he was thirty now, sleeping with those who were up to ten years younger, but that wasn't even close to the why. It was power. It was knowing he could do whatever he wanted to these little sheltered fucks and nobody could do anything about it. And that didn't even touch his darker side, the side he hadn't let out since high school but to this day his name hadn't even come close to being a suspect in that.

Soon. Soon you will need to get that frustration out. Once the situation with Carlie is done with, you can find your next little play thing.

Closing up the equipment room, he made his way down to the training room. Stepping inside, he looked around and saw it nearly empty, his mark a short distance away with her back turned. Walking up behind her, he folded his arms. "You did the right thing Taylor. Now I owe you one."

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Taylor spent the rest of the afternoon tending to patients. Between the sprained wrists, concussions, and a fracture, she didn't have time to think about Carlie and how she might do tomorrow. After her last patient, she went through her therapeutic routine cleaning up, wiping down surfaces, and putting everything away. It's all going back to normal. She finally sat down to start filling out paperwork.

His voice behind her made Taylor jump, and her face flushed as she turned to meet his eyes again. She cleared her throat. "You don't owe me anything. Consider it..." she paused a moment, searching for the right word. "A favor," she said at last. It still wasn't the right one, but hopefully it would get him off her ass. Taylor turned back to her paperwork, hoping that would be enough to dismiss him.

 

[Chynya]

He chuckled and while it was supposed to be fake, it did turn into a real laugh as he couldn't hold it back. "You. Did me a favor? That's a good one," he said, leaning down, placing one hand on the back of her chair, the other on the edge of her desk. His eyes locked onto one of the young women who was packing up, about to leave, giving her a smile and a wink as he whispered into Taylor's ear.

"If you did me a favor, then, being the gentleman that I am, am obligated to repay you a favor. All you have to do, is name the time and place. Maybe once big tits over there is gone?" he said, keeping his eyes and grin aimed at what looked like a track athlete by her clothes. "Or we could even invite her to join us, hm?" His voice was low and he said the words as overtly sexual as he could without outright saying he wanted to fuck them both right then and there.

Then he took in a deep breath through his nose, sniffing in her scent as he closed his eyes and got as close as he could without touching her.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

It seemed that every muscle in Taylor's body tensed as he stepped closer. She held her breath, doing her best not to look at him --don't give him the satisfaction-- but she glanced at the girl that his head was turned toward, tossing her one helpless glance. She shivered as he spoke, each word another worm crawling across her skin. She opened her mouth to speak, closed it, and instead slid the strap of her bag onto her shoulder.

Taylor could hear her heart beating rapidly. She had to get out of here, go home, wash.. all of this off of her. She glanced at her desk, the pens and pencils that could easily be used as weapons- but she couldn't kill him, and with the kinds of lawyers he could afford, there's no way she could convince the cops that it was self defense. She took a deep breath, almost in time with him, and shivered again. She tensed her legs, ready to leave, then caught another glimpse of the girl across the room. Taylor couldn't leave her alone with him, not after what she dealt with today. She bit her lip, stayed her fear, and turned to look at him.

"Considering the position you're in right now, I don't think that's a good i-idea." She kicked herself for stuttering, but her breathing had already begun to slow down.

 

[Chynya]

"And what position would that be? I can almost smell your fear right now Taylor, its almost as intoxicating as your scent. Speaking of that, what IS that delicious smell on you? Shampoo? No. Perfume?" He took in another breath and raised the hand on the desk and waved at the pretty little thing walking towards the door, giving her another wink.

"You're still a student and a failing grade would put such a damper on your future, don't you think?" He chuckled in her ear before standing up and walking away, not wanting to risk her raising an alarm. He opened the door for the girl and followed her out, closing the door behind him, never looking back. Admiring the sway of the girl's hips in front of him, he had the sudden urge to hit on her, but thought otherwise. His little home movies would have to do for tonight. Another coupled days and he could have his fun again.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Taylor stood doe-eyed in front of him, appalled by his confidence. Her lips parted slightly as she watched him. He was obviously serious. She held her tongue as he spoke, and as soon as the door closed behind him, Taylor snapped. She collapsed back into the chair, the tears that had threatened finally spilling until she was sobbing in the training room. Her body shook and shuddered for a few minutes, the shaking made more violent as she did her best to keep quiet. There was no way she wanted to even try to explain this.

After she calmed herself down, Taylor slipped into the bathroom to wash her face. The rush of the cold water immediately eased the heat in her cheeks. She looked in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes and everything. She laughed suddenly, more of a bark than anything, and decided to simply go home and shower this off. Whatever comes of this tomorrow will come.

 

[Chynya]

The next few hours were boredom and a few texts with friends. He got invited out for a few beers but he didn't want to risk even a small hangover for tomorrow, a ten hour bus ride overnight for the game on Friday was not going to be comfy, even if it was on a coach. He elected for a glass of whiskey in his house and texting back and forth with a couple people, one of them a potential future fuck buddy he had met the other day near the science building. She was a freshman and oh boy did he love them.

His night was less than stellar, sleep came and went as he couldn't get comfortable, even with the little meditation he did nightly. Horny didn't even begin to describe his mood, his little talk with Taylor earlier working him up into a tizzy in the intervening hours. Perhaps Carlie would be up for a little fun on their road trip, something to ease her pain. Probably have a better chance with Sally at this point, but he was not one to turn down second or third helpings from one of the girls, especially if they were on the team.

Getting up in the morning, he packed his go bag, everything he would need on the trip and then drove himself to school much earlier than he normally did. Parking in the long-term parking he was supposed to use when they went on road games, he walked the half mile to his office and made sure everything was taken care of before he left. None of the emails were important, just boring memos about behavior, not eating other faculty members' food in the lunch rooms, etc. Sometimes the dean could be a real bore, but the man kept him around after everything so he wasn't hopeless.

Sally popped in around noon and sat down across from him and didn't look all too happy. "Carlie says she doesn't want to be on the team anymore. Says she is getting behind on her homework but I checked with all her teachers. If anything, she is ahead of schedule with her classes. We need her Stephen, otherwise we might as well forfeit the next two games and pray for a miracle in the playoffs. Why did you have to fuck our best outfielder and hitter? Sheri or Tanya would have been a better choice, they are barely bench players."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, forgoing his coffee today he agreed that they needed her. "Because I only fuck the best, Sal."

"Bullshit! I know you've fucked walk-on tryouts, hoping they would get a spot on the roster if they sucked your dick. Fix this. Now! And next season, you are banned from sleeping with anyone on the team. I should extend that to any student, but I know that will never happen."

She tossed him a new hat and whistle, their logo having undergone a renovation recently, before walking out. Picking up his work phone, he dialed Carlie's number and waited for her to answer. He didn't know what he was going to say, but it would involve a lot of promises and probably a few bribes. Some jewelry or a nice dinner out somewhere usually did the trick, even if that was completely against NCAA rules.

 

[lilbreadstick16]

Taylor woke the next morning groggy. She rubbed her eyes, brows furrowing tighter as the events of yesterday flooded back to her. Her stomach flipped as she realized that she'd have to face him again today. I need this. And if I owe Carlie a goddamn thing, it's to be there when this bites me in the ass. Taylor groaned and rolled out of bed.

Though she had scrubbed herself more than clean the night before, she turned on the faucet and tested the water. Warming up, slow as ever. She double checked the bag that she had packed the night before, stuffed her phone charger in a side pocket, and then slipped into the shower to rinse off the broken sleep.

Taylor was out the door ten minutes later. She bit into the bagel she had snagged, chewing as she hurried to campus. She knew she wasn't quite late, but role had to be called and she hoped to find a decent place to sit on the bus, ideally distanced from Mr. Torbel. In a few minutes she was approached the bus, a few bites left of the bagel and a cluster of people still milling about outside of the bus. She scanned the area for Sally, hoping to check in with her before finding her seat.

 

[Chynya]

Carlie didn't answer, but he left a message that they needed to meet and that he wasn't going to let her throw away her softball career over a misunderstanding. He hoped it would work and knew Sally would be in contact with her as well throughout the day. A few promises of laying off her in practice and during games should appease her for now. His alarm went of that the bus would be pulling up soon, ready to start loading up gear and passengers. Grabbing his bag, he locked all his drawers and his door behind him, going to help grab the big, heavy bags out of the equipment room.

A couple girls were already there, helping grab extra cleats, uniforms, and helmets. The bats, gloves, and balls were the coaches responsibility per league rules, something about less chance of doctoring those items. It was all nonsense. Sheri, one of the benchwarmers, saw him and started blushing as he grabbed a couple bags and walked towards the door nearest the bus. "H-Hi Mr. Torbel!" the buxom young blonde said, holding herself back from giggling.

"Hey Sheri. Thanks for helping, appreciate it," he replied, straining under the weight as he barged through the door, not making eye contact with her. Sally was right about one thing, he should have fucked Sheri instead, she was one of the ones who clearly wanted to.

Tossing his loads into the underside of the bus, he hopped on board and took off his bag and placed it in the second seat from the front, his usual place, directly behind where Sally sat. Stephen walked down the aisles and checked all the seats to make sure nothing was torn, broken, or anything else that the company might use as an insurance claim against the university. The restroom was last, at the back of the bus, and it was your standard tiny bathroom that was barely big enough for him to squeeze into. When that was all done, he exited and leaned back against the bus, right next to the folding door. Twenty-eight members on the team, plus four coaches and two athletic trainers.

And he had to keep track of every single one.

"Let's get this show moving ladies!"

 

[lilbreadstick16]

After she spoke with Sally, Taylor climbed into the bus. She kept her eyes straight ahead as she brushed past the first few seats, and Mr. Torbel, and found an empty seat within the middle. She slid in, tucking her bag beneath her seat, and settled in for the ride. She hoped to get at least some sleep before the game, but her nerves were rising again.

Once the bus finally roared to life, Taylor allowed herself to relax. She put her earbuds in, settled into the seat (now next to one of the bench warmers on the team) and closed her eyes.

 

[Chynya]

The ride was long but it was almost all freeway so it wasn't bumpy and the seats were fairly comfortable. Stephen just wished they would recline or that there was enough room to lay down without being all balled up. Placing his head against the window, the drone of the road soon put him to sleep. It could have been an hour or twenty for all he knew, but the bus soon pulled to a stop in front of their hotel and Sally woke everyone up with a few blips of her blowhorn. Bleary-eyed and stiff, he got out and half way watched as everyone got off the bus and filed into the lobby. It was 4am and they had to be at the stadium in a little over eight hours, so he was in no mood to deal with anyone's shit. Luckily, everyone found their proper rooms without any hassle.

Opening the door to his suite, he threw his bag on one of the chairs and fell onto the bed face first. Despite him sleeping most of the way there, he was exhausted and glad to have a soft bed. His phone rang, Sally on the other end letting him know it was time to get everyone rounded up for breakfast before heading to the game. They had warm-ups and all the pre-game shit to deal with so it would be a long four hours. The saving grace was that he also got to see some new eye candy on the other team, perhaps being able to have an overnight visitor in his hotel room afterwards.

The girls were excited, singing, listening to music, stretching and getting dressed while he took everything to the dugout and small locker room they were to use. It was barely bigger than a rest area bathroom, but it served its purpose. Soon, the national anthem was playing and the teams started the game to cheering and whistles common on the softball field. They cheered for each other, yelled advice, and even yelled at each other when mistakes happened. Being an assistant coach, he really didn't have any responsibilities during the actual game. So he wandered up and down the bench, giving small tips here and there, but otherwise just doing as everyone else did. At the end of the third inning, he looked at the very end and saw Taylor, watching the action but otherwise seeming like she was on another planet.

Sitting next to her, he kicked his feet out and leaned back against the wooden wall. "So, have you come to a decision on our little talk from the other day? I'm on a different floor from all you females. A little midnight elevator ride and nobody would even know."