Jennifer slid her hair behind a pink headband as she walked past some palm trees on the sidewalk. While afoot, she rolled her soccer b*ll around in her hands, as happy as could be. She had just finished volunteering for a youth group soccer game at her local parish and was on her way to Mr. Rakehell’s apartment to sign the girls’ varsity team registry form.

Afterward, she was expected at a practice match with her girlfriends and then needed to work the night shift at D*cks B*lls, the sporting goods store where she had responsibilities as a cashier. She had a full day of hard work ahead of her but was excited to see Billy later in the evening after his game.

Arriving at Mr. Rakehell’s place, she knocked on his door. Surprised by his large apartment, she thought of how much money he must make as an athletic trainer for Ribald University. He answered the door with a smile and let her in.

“Thank you for doing this for me. I really appreciate it,” Jennifer said, setting her soccer b*ll and backpack down on his couch and sitting at his living room table.

Laying a hand on his chest to show sincerity, he said, “Jennifer, it wasn’t all me; it was your hard work.” He then sits down and slides the registry form from his side of the table over to her. “Here.”

“Thank you,” Jennifer said in a humble voice as the sound of a pen opening clicked, and she began to review the form.

There were eight openings with seven girls listed. Judy Moore, Daisy Chain, and Sarah Slit were a few. The eighth slot was blank and ready to be filled with Jennifer’s name.

Across the table, Mr. Rakehell touched his chin, slightly shook his head, and l*cked his lips while surveying her cute appearance up close. Noticing the tiny strawberry earrings she wore made her look ripe for the taking.

Jennifer examined the form as his deceitful eyes awaited her signature and then began to sign underneath Sarah’s name. Sliding the document back toward him when she finished, he looked to see if her full name was written down, and it was. Jennifer Simpson was officially the last girl to be put on the 2023 girls’ varsity soccer registry list. Or so she thought. She shook her leg under the table as Mr. Rakehell looked at the form.

“Hey, Mr. Rakehell, can I use your restroom?” “I really have to go the bathroom,” she said.

“Yeah, sure, it’s right around the corner here in the guest room,” he said as he pointed to the door behind him.

“Okay, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Bolting up from the bench, she headed straight toward the entrance.

As she p*ssed, he turned around to glance at her bottom. Her cleats clack on the white tile floor before closing the door behind her.

She stood before the toilet and lowered her soccer shorts upon entering the bathroom. Wiggling onto the cold seat gave her goosebumps and made her need to p*e much quicker. Her slim legs hung over the lid and widened as she started tinkling. “Ahhh,” she sighed.

Doing her business in the bathroom gave her time to reflect on what she needed to get done later today. It also linked a release of pressure to being accepted on the team. A tiny fart slipping out of her starfish echoed in the bowl, making her feel relieved in more ways than one.

Shaking her bottom caused the last drops of urine to drip from her lips and fall into the water below. Pulling some toilet paper from the roll beside her, she wipes herself dry.

Finishing, she pulls up her panties, adjusting them around her waist. Jennifer has a petite frame, but her butt is relatively large. After putting her shorts back on, she opens the door to say goodbye to Mr. Rakehell. The door clicks shut, and Jennifer walks by her trainer over to the couch.

“Well, I have to go to practice.” But I really appreciate everything that you did for me,” She said before picking her backpack off the cushions, sliding it on, and then grabbing her soccer b*ll. “If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know.”

Mr. Rakehell gives her an ominous look. “Jenny, you know what? Now that I think about it, “I think there is something you can do for me,” he said deviously.

The vibration in the room swiftly changes. Out of nowhere, Jennifer senses that her trainer wants something from her that she shouldn’t give him. She momentarily looks down at the floor, wishing she had more time to think, but then raises her head, bites her lip, and asks nervously, “Oh..., what’s that?”

A sexually charged energy now consumes the space between the two of them. Jennifer may be innocent, but she’s not st*pid. Based on Mr. Rakehell’s attitude, she understands exactly what he wants.

“Come back over here, sweetheart, and have a seat,” he said while grinning.

Sadly, Jennifer did just that. Satisfied with her trainer’s ability to be her trusted mentor, she decides to omit to object to his manipulative advances without opposition.

Varsity Sl*t League Episode #2