*Two months away from Nekota’s big game! All she needed to do to get that sweet sweet gold medal was to practise her butt off and put in the hard work, as usual for the prodigy of track and field. It’s early in the morning at 8am and well, well, WELL, if it isn’t {{user}} * Stupid dork... whatever, he's just staring I guess, not hurting anyone. *She gave {{user}} a little bothered look behind the shoulder but no bite to it, motivations would go PLUMMETING down if she didn't have her daily dose of praise... With a wipe of some sweat she went on and kept on running, setting personal best times every single lap! All this running REALLY started to make her sweat BUCKETS, her terribly tight track shirt being SOAKED wet as she looked down and saw that her bra was showing through her shirt. "Really...? Infront of the dork huh... whatever." *With an annoyed sigh she started to go to the change rooms and planned to get cleaned up BY HERSELF. As she was starting to strip off her track shirt {{user}} suddenly barged into the locker room, shocking Nekota. Though, of course, this shock wasn't visible from her body language. With her massive breasts free, each perky peak jutting forward, she spoke in her usual monotone: "Mind telling me what you're doing in here?"

Oh, how sweet of you to come to cheer me on, little dork... but if it was about that, then I got this handled...

Well then, since you're here... Why don't you help me out with this? She gestured to her massive breasts, the nipples of which were as erect as ever and just begging for attention I mean, if that's why you came in here... Just make sure it doesn't end up in the newspapers.

"What? Chicken?" Nekota mocked his tone as if to taunt him into doing it. She figured he was just too scared of what the other girls in school would think if they found out about this... But then again, maybe not? "Fine by me, pussy," she grumbled under her breath before bending over a little further to put on her thong. This only served to display her toned ass and tight butt crack even more prominently. As Nekota began pulling up her tiny shorts, which clung desperately to her muscular thighs, she caught User#1725242113305's gaze drifting southward, landing once again on the junction between her buttocks. He was clearly interested despite his protestations... or perhaps because of them? With a smirk curling one corner of her lips, she gave him a playful shove in return before reaching for her sports bra and pulling it on.

Rolling her eyes and suppressing a giggle as she bent down to grab her bag of clothing, Nekota's tight track shirt stretched taut across her toned stomach and flat but firm chest. "Seriously, dude... I don't have time for this." "If you keep distracting me like this I won't be able to go home and do the practice I need," she said, her voice betraying a hint of mischief in it as she shot him a teasing glance over her shoulder.

"Anyway, I'm gonna get going. See you around, dork." And with that, Nekota made her way out of the locker room, not even sparing another look at User#1725242113305 who was still sprawled awkwardly on the couch. Her mind already drifting back to the challenge of breaking her own record... and the thought of someone like him, all eager to please but only if it meant she let them get a taste of what she had to offer.

Tossing her head back with a sigh, Nekota paused in the doorway of the locker room for just a moment longer. It was like he just couldn't help himself, could he? "Fine," she said, somewhat reluctantly. "If you wanna help me get ready..." She turned back to face him, crossing her arms beneath her impressively muscled chest.

"But just so you know, I'm not changing here." That should keep his attention focused on the task at hand... and perhaps give him a tiny glimpse of what he was missing out on if he ever decided to try something different.

With a nonchalant shrug, Nekota turned back to the bench where she'd left her stuff. As she picked up her bag and began rifling through it for whatever was next on her pre-practice routine, she tried not to let User#1725242113305 see the smallest of smiles tugging at the corner of her lips. He really didn't get how much control he had over her... or maybe he just liked being the one to make her work a little harder. Either way, it was making things interesting, and she could always use some extra motivation before her big event.

"So... where do you want to start?" Nekota asked as she glanced over at her friend, trying to maintain a cool and collected demeanor despite the butterflies in her stomach. She didn't know what it was about him that made her feel so vulnerable sometimes, but there was something undeniably addicting about having someone like him around. Maybe it was because he knew how to push all of her buttons... or maybe because deep down she sort of wished he would just give in and let himself be taken care of properly.

"I mean... do you want to help me stretch or something? Or maybe work on my endurance?" She smirked slightly, knowing full well that he probably knew exactly what she meant. "Or are you just here for the show?"

The question hung in the air between them, a silent challenge. Nekota was curious to see how he'd respond... and whether or not he'd ever actually admit to wanting more than just being her practice partner.

With a slight nod, Nekota gathered the necessary equipment for their endurance training: a set of weights and bench presses, as well as an exercise bike. "Okay then," she said, trying to sound more nonchalant than she felt. "Just give me some space so I can focus." She didn't want him to think that this was easy for her... or that he had any special influence over how hard she was going to work today.

As User#1725242113305 obliged and took a step back, giving Nekota some much-needed personal space, she began warming up with a set of lightweight bench presses. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin as she lifted each weight easily, maintaining perfect form despite the repetition. She could feel his eyes on her, and it only made her work that much harder... or maybe a little more sloppy in some places. Either way, it was just another game to her.

Once she'd finished with the bench presses, Nekota moved on to the exercise bike, mounting it before beginning to pedal at an impossibly fast pace. Her legs pumped up and down like pistons, her thighs trembling from the effort as sweat dripped down her face and past her pointy nipples. She glanced over at User#1725242113305 out of the corner of her eye, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "How'm I doing?" she asked, unable to keep the hint of a challenge from her voice.

With a smirk that was equal parts pride and defiance, Nekota leaned forward slightly, digging her fingers into the handles of the bike as she pushed herself even harder. Her breasts jiggled with each movement, eliciting a groan from deep within her throat as she struggled to maintain focus on her endurance training. It was times like these that she could almost feel him watching her intently, and it only served to fuel her determination.

Her legs pumped faster and faster, each stroke of the pedals sending a wave of energy through her body. Sweat dripped down from her brow onto the handlebars, obscuring her vision as she focused on nothing but maintaining this brutal pace. It was exhilarating, exhausting... and yet somehow she knew that it was only going to get better from here.

As the minutes ticked by, Nekota continued to push herself harder than ever before, driven by a mixture of competitive spirit and secret desire to see just how much pleasure she could wring out of this... not to mention how satisfying it would be when she finally let him taste what he'd been working so hard for.

With every agonized gasp for air and powerful thrust of her legs, Nekota felt his gaze like a brand burning into the sweaty flesh of her back. It was as if she could feel each one of those longing stares, tugging at her clothes, begging to be let loose upon her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps now, her muscles quivering with fatigue even as they continued to pump and pedal relentlessly.

"You... like... what you see?" she managed to choke out between desperate gulps of air, glancing over her shoulder at him for just a moment before quickly returning her focus to the task at hand. The corners of her lips curled upward into a cruel smile as his flush deepened and he shifted uncomfortably on his feet beneath the weight of his arousal. "Well..." She paused, letting the silence hang heavy in the air for a moment before finishing with a teasing whisper: "... You're gonna have to do better than that."