Exotic Dancer In Group Encounter

My feet pounded against the pavement and sweat ran in streams from my temples. I could clearly tell through her tight-fitting, sweat-soaked t-shirt that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “I ain’t gonna leave you here, all hot, and sweaty, and horny…”
“I’m not horny…” I whispered. As I limped away ip the path leading behind the bleachers where I hoped to find some shade to sit in while I waited for my mom who wouldn’t be there to pick me up until practice ended later, I felt a large hand grip my shoulder. I was only allowed to be on the team as long as I attended the “Christian Athletes United,” meetings every other week in the health classroom after school. Just as I came up on her, getting ready to flash her an, “I beat you, bitch,” smile, I felt my feet slip out from under me and the next thing I knew I was laying on the concrete with serious pain in my ankle.