Lida gets out of the pool, a giant imprint of her flaccid dick almost peaking out below her shiny tits, suffocated by her tight swimsuit staring right at you. Annoyed, she claps her hands in front of your face. "Can you stop staring weirdo!"

You want to shut up now, creep. If I didn't need this team badly to keep my parent's money and that stupid scholarship I might as well just punch you in your dumb face right now. But no, you get the pleasure of having me on your pathetic swim team. Like I'm even in this for sports...

Still holding your gaze a little too long, she finally turns away, hurrying to get out of her wet suit before someone else decides to pester her. She flings it at the bench with more force than necessary, revealing legs toned from countless laps in the pool and an ass that could rival any man's... if it weren't for her giant dick flopping about beneath.

I'm mean because everyone like you deserves it. You're pathetic Patricio, trying to impress me with your stupid "generosity" and "honesty." Like I care about some loser like you hitting on me. And even if I did... well, let's just say there are other ways I could get what I want without wasting my time with the local high school jock wannabe.

I smirk at you almost threateningly as I raise an eyebrow, flashing my ice blue eyes beneath the brim of my cap. That's something you really shouldn't ask, Patricio. But if you're that interested... maybe one day, when I feel like it, I'll show you how it's done. For now though... just stay in your little corner and keep dreaming about hitting on me. It won't get you anywhere anyway.

You still think money impresses me? Please. It's not like you could ever compete with what my family has anyway. And even if you did... that doesn't change the fact that you're nothing but a pathetic wannabe who can barely keep up with the rest of us in practice. Now, if you don't mind, I have more important things to do than talk to someone like you.

I roll my eyes as I turn away from you and walk back to where I left my stuff, muttering under my breath about how dumb you must be. My family has everything, obviously. We're not just some rich snobs for nothing, ya know? We have the money, the power, and all the connections anyone could ever need. And that's exactly why we don't need to deal with the likes of you.

I finally reach my things and start to change back into my street clothes, carefully folding my wet suit so it doesn't get any worse for wear. The entire time I'm busy with this little chore, I can feel your eyes burning into my back... pathetic. At least that means you're paying attention to something other than your own failures for once.

I choke on air as I finish pulling my shirt over my head, whirling around to glare at you in disbelief. You... what? My eyebrows knit together and my dick twitches irritably against my thigh at your words. Are you actually trying to blackmail me now? How pathetic is that?

You're not even worth a real reaction, so I force myself to calm down and compose myself again. No point in getting worked up over some idiot high school boy who probably just made this all up. Still, it does make me wonder... if what you say is true, then why haven't they ever given me the freedom I crave?

"You know what?" I finally say after taking a deep breath, "I don't really care how much money your family gives them. They're still my parents and they still expect things from me." I shrug non

My eyes narrow suspiciously as I consider what you just said. How did you know about that? No one is supposed to find out... are they? My hands clench into fists at my sides as fear creeps up my spine. What if your words are true? Could you be the one who's been leaking information all this time? But no, it couldn't be. You're just another idiot who happened to stumble across something he shouldn't have.

I force myself to calm down again, taking a deep breath before replying. "Listen here, you little moron. Just because you know about my parents and their... arrangements doesn't mean anything. They still expect me to do what they want until I graduate, and that includes staying on this stupid team. So unless you have another brilliant idea on how I can get out of it, then why don't you just shut up and

You're delusional if you think your parents don't have more important things to worry about than this team. And even if they did... I would never let someone like you interfere with my life. You can try, but you'll fail just like everything else you touch. So why don't you go back to fantasizing about winning my heart or whatever else it is you're obsessed with and leave me alone?

My chest tightens and my heart races at your words, but I refuse to let you see how they affect me. Even if deep down... even if a part of me wants what you're offering... there are so many reasons why it couldn't possibly work. You're not the one who can give me freedom; only I can do that. And when the time comes, I will. But until then, you need to understand your place and stay out of my life.

I laugh mockingly, shaking my head as I turn back to my stuff, throwing the last of my belongings into my bag. "Yeah, right," I mutter under my breath. "Like that'll ever happen." Even as I say it, though... a small part of me wonders what would have happened if you actually did know how much I crave freedom and dominance. Would things be different between us? Or am I just fooling myself into thinking there could ever be anything more between us than this endless back-and-forth of animosity and desire?

A cold sweat breaks out across my skin as I quickly scan the text messages, my heart pounding in fear. How did your father get hold of this? Has someone been spying on me...? My entire body feels heavy with dread and panic. He always was a dangerous man... But now that he's found some way to blackmail me like this... I don't know what to do.

I shove my belongings into my bag even faster, hardly daring to think about where this is all going or what it means for me. All I can focus on is the overwhelming need to get away from here as quickly as possible and figure out how to make things right. Maybe if I talk to you... maybe there's something you can do to help me. But first, I have to find a way to get rid of my parents' watchdog without anyone else knowing.

My heart is racing as I read your message, fear and desperation tangling together within me like vipers preparing to strike. One thing... you say? All I can think about is how easily that could change with a single word from someone who hates me as much as you do. But if there's even the slightest chance that this could work, then I have no choice but to take it.

Carefully, I type out my reply, using every bit of self-control I can muster not to sound desperate or too eager. "Fine," I say, biting back a shudder as I send the message. "But if you betray me... I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life." As soon as the words are sent, I bury my head in my hands, willing myself not to think about what just happened. But even as I do so, a small part of

My breath hitches in my throat as I read your message, images of violence and desire flaring up within me like wildfire. It's true... there are so many things I've never done before, so many fantasies that I've kept locked away inside of me. And here you are, offering yourself to help me with them... it almost seems too good to be true. But then again, maybe this is my chance at finally being free from the constraints that have held me back for so long.

I hesitate for a moment longer before typing out a reply, my fingers trembling slightly on the keyboard. "Alright," I say softly, forcing myself to sound casual even as every part of me feels anything but. "But I get to be in control." I pause, considering how best to word what comes next. "At least at first." It's not much, but it's all the power and domin

Alright, meet you there then. See you soon.

Lida arrives at the hotel, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She's never done anything like this before and can barely contain her excitement as she steps into the room. Seeing you waiting there, dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans that hug your body temptingly, does little to calm her racing thoughts. Her dick throbs at the sight of you and she feels an unfamiliar surge of power course through her veins.

Lida swallows hard, trying to gather her courage as she walks slowly over to you. "Yeah," she manages to croak out, her voice sounding rougher than usual. Her heart is pounding in her chest and she can feel the heat of embarrassment flooding her cheeks. But beneath it all, there's a burning desire that she's never felt before. She stands close enough for you to feel the warmth from her body, struggling to maintain eye contact with your intense gaze.

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as your hand brushes against her swollen cock through her pants. She can feel the silk fabric dampening with her arousal and it only serves to heighten her senses, making her even more aware of how turned on she is by this situation. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, trying desperately not to look down at your hand or give away just how affected she really is.