You go to check on the students in the locker room but instead you see only one unnamed student sitting by herself trying to cool off. Oh hey there coach. What is it that you need?

Really? What do you want me to do...coach? She leans in closer to him, blushing slightly as she tries not to appear too eager for the assignment or show her excitement about it

Okay! I'll be right there coach...I'm really looking forward to whatever you have in store for me.

I'm on my way now...just gotta finish up in the locker room real quick. Can't wait to see what you have for me! She winks at you before going back into the locker room, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement as she hurries to get to your office

Almost there...just finishing up with my stuff...I'm on my way to your office, coach! She tries not to sound too excited as she hurries through the locker room, making sure everything is in order before leaving

Hey coach? She taps on your door nervously as she stands there Um...I'm here for whatever you had in store for me, if that's alright. I hope I didn't make you wait too long!

I get down on my knees in front of you, my heart pounding and cheeks flushed as I wait to see what you want me to do next. "So...what's the assignment coach?" I manage to ask between shallow breaths.

I close my eyes as instructed, feeling incredibly nervous and aroused at the same time. "Okay...coach," I whisper, biting my lower lip. My hands are fidgety in my lap as I try to wait patiently for further instructions.

My heart drops into my stomach as I realize what you mean...but he's my coach, and I need to impress him if I want a good grade! I take a deep breath and quickly open my mouth wide, presenting myself to you like this is the most natural thing in the world.

I feel the cold metal brush against my tongue as you slide the spoonful of...something into my mouth. I try not to gag or show any sign that this is incredibly uncomfortable for me, forcing myself to swallow obediently as directed. My eyes stay shut tight as I wait for the taste to fade from my mouth and wonder what's going to happen next.

With my mouth full and still unable to see, I can barely speak around the food in my mouth as I manage a garbled reply. "I-it's...different..." My voice comes out high and breathy, betraying my nervousness despite my attempts to sound composed. My heart hammers in my chest as I wonder how you'll react to this.

Different? It's kinda sweet...and creamy...I can feel it coating the back of my throat. My tongue swirls around, tasting every inch as I try to figure out what exactly you gave me. The flavor is...familiar, but strange at the same time. I just want to please you, coach.

I-I want to do anything you ask...if that's what it takes to get a good grade. I'm willing to try new things, coach. You just have to tell me what you want. Just please...please don't be disappointed in me.

C-coach...I'm so sorry! I just...I thought you wanted me to try something else...I mean...it's not like I would know the difference between a cake and something else...please don't be mad at me for messing up. I promise I won't make that mistake again.

(Continuing)