Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 283/ 33: Working up a Sweat

"Okay, that house is in our neighborhood? Holly shit," I scoffed, and Ms. Granger nodded.

"I know, right? Who matches those colors together? Bleh," Ms. Granger agreed.

"Purple and orange just don't go together like that, seriously. To make it even worse, the purple is dark, and the orange is bright. It's an assault on the senses!" I chuckled, "I can think tying someone up in that room is pure torture."

"You're a sadist even to think of doing that, Angela," Ms. Granger chastised.

"It's okay; I am a Sadist. But I think class is about to end."

"Oh? We were having fun, though."

"And you have a job to do while I have school work to do."

"Fine, I will talk to you later, Angela," Ms. Granger finished, and I waved as I left the library with a smile on my face.

There were some fine houses in the area, but nothing beat the location of the one we made an offer on. I had not realized how expensive this town was, too. The average house price was around three seventy to four fifty, which was insane for a small town, I thought. Our town was a bit larger than a small one, but I remembered that Hilda and Samantha were there. The twins and a bunch of rich people showed up here. It was like there was a secret of this town no one spoke about, and I did not know what it was. 

The bell rang, and I picked up my pace. I quickly arrived after pushing through a crowd to get to the gym. I spotted Trevor talking to Mrs. Grendier by the office door, and I walked up to them with a smile. "Mrs. Grendier, Trevor," I greeted.

"Ah, Angela. Mr. Trimmers has taken the ladies into the weight room today, so we are going to film you both on the sand and inside. Do you mind?"

"I'm good with that. I am a bit tired from the day so far, and my breasts are a little sore from the fight. But," I shrugged, "I am good to go."

"I saw that fight," Mrs. Grendier said, smiling. "It's Good to see that you can defend yourself even against a man."

"Thanks!"

"You left me at your gym without saying goodbye," Trevor said with a smile on his face.

"Ah, that is because I told you I was returning for lunch." I shrugged. "You got what you needed, and I got a fight I wanted. So it's all good. So we're going to do this?"

"Take off the weights, Angela. We can do weights another day. We are starting in the gym with some training modules that Scouts like, then outside, and we will practice after showing off our best at this time. Let's go."

So, we started.

I got to warm up a bit by running around the gym while Trevor and Mrs. Grendier got the gym ready for me, and then it was time. I started off with spike serves into bumps, volleys, spikes themselves, retrievals, and so much more. My defense was rapidly becoming a strong point, and there was not one ball that I failed to at least hit into the air before it hit the floor. 

Was my accuracy perfect? 

No, but I excelled in showing stamina and determination. I was lost in the movements and doing what I needed to do when Mrs. Grendier called an end, and I ran around collecting with them before we took everything outside that we needed. Then Trevor helped set up the camera equipment, and I was back out on the sand doing the same routine as before, but in the sand.

Honestly, I loved the soft ground of the sand. I liked the beach when I was a kid, and I enjoyed the difficulty of running on the beach. I wished there was a closer beach for me to run on in town. Instead, I got myself a little patch of sand, and by the end of doing everything, my calves were screaming at me once more. I was getting exhausted, and I was breathing heavily. Sweat was pouring off of me, and sand was all over my body. I would need a shower or at least a hosing off before anything else. 

"Okay, Angela, take a rest. We are going to get a couple of the volleyball team members to assist you in the next part. You and Alex against another two seniors on Beach Volleyball and another team. We will be recording all of that for you."

I looked at Mrs. Grendier and realized I had completely forgotten about Volleyball practice. I nodded as I tried to regain control of my breathing. It had been a long time since someone had been able to wear me out like this.

So I took a walk, sat down in the grass for a bit, and sighed, relaxing till I heard the bell ring. I let my mind drift for a few more minutes before getting up and joining the team. They were all warming up in the gym, and I joined stretching. I noticed Sarah looking sad in her workout outfit, and when our eyes met, she looked away quickly. I shrugged and continued to get my body ready to move again. I regained control of my breathing in my brief respite, and Mrs. Grendier went over a bunch of things with the team. None of it was directed toward me. 

Basically, she was pointing out things for people to work on and their positions for today. Then Mrs. Grendier picked out two girls and Alex, and she told Sarah to control the group in the activities she had just laid out. Suddenly, six people split off, heading outside while the rest of the team worked on their formations and teamwork.

Back at the sand pit, it was Alex and me versus two other seniors who did very well at the tournament with us. They were both starters, and I saw them do a couple of incredible spikes and saves. They were no joke and had more experience than me. Mrs. Grendier even gave them the first ball, and I got to play my first game of beach volleyball.

Which was INCREDIBLY fun. 

Alex and I worked together and quickly started spiking the ball at the other girls, which is when I learned that Alex was actually a good spiker on her own. She usually played libero and did not spike because it was not allowed. Not now, though. She was with me as we worked together to demolish the other two girls.

Back and forth, those girls did not give Alex and me a clean win. My spike serves were something that they actually could collect. It seemed that they were very practiced, and I remembered that this team had gone pretty high in the tournaments before. So we got into it and made some great plays on each other, all while being filmed, and Alex and I made an excellent team.

My spikes and her saves made us a menace to the other two girls, who were scrambling a lot, as I would not even need to control the ball after Alex dug it out. I would just time myself and spike it over the net. I smiled as I got a couple of points like that. 

Typically, the person who dug it out would spike it, so Alex and I were setting each other up for great shots. We were having a blast when Mrs. Grendier suddenly called it after I smashed the ball into the enemy's court.

"Great work out there, ladies. Pamela and Janet, great work out there. You did great, Alex and Angela. Perfect! We have everything we need for this. Let's head back inside and recruit more girls to play a skirmish."

Heading back inside, I was then subjected to yet another game and had a blast. I was a terror on the court, and I was having a great time. It seemed that because of how tired I was and because I was moving slower, my accuracy went up instead of down. I was used to being this exhausted and having these muscle pains. It was something I had done again and again when I was younger, and now I did so again.

It had been a bit since I had gotten this tired, and the sweat-slicked down my back and drenched my sports bra. As I continued, the more I just kind of did things. It was something I had gotten used to—just doing something and not really thinking about it as I got more tired and allowed my body to react to the outside stimuli.

Then it all ended, and I collapsed to the ground in a heap, breathing heavily. "You can get this tired?" I heard Alex ask.

I nodded and gasped after losing control of my breathing. It was rare for me these days, and I knew I would feel this in the morning, but the smile on my face betrayed my feelings. I struggled to keep up my breathing and regain control back to measured breaths. Mrs. Grendier dismissed us, and I grabbed my bag as I continued to struggle. 

Mrs. Grendier and Trevor no longer talked to me and went about cleaning up as I joined the other girls in the locker room, stripped out of my clothing, and stumbled over to the shower, slowly regaining control of my body. After stripping, I got into the hot water and let the water pour down over me. I saw Sarah looking at me as she joined me and the others in the shower. I could tell that she was looking at my cock as I finished hosing myself down and making sure that I was at least not going to dirty my car after I walked to Crystals to go meet Sophia.

I walked out feeling better and in control of my breathing. I put on a fresh workout outfit and panties. I wrapped my panties in a separate bag and my socks, as they were bad. Then I left the locker room without talking to anyone, really. There were a couple of times I acknowledged that someone talked to me, but I was not in a talking mood, so I quickly started to jog back to Crystal's place.

My hair was slightly wet with some water and sweat. One of the things with naturally straight hair though was that it just dried out in the air as I moved. I had really long hair that I just let sit most of the time, and it was getting time for me to trim it up to keep it healthy. That was the nature of long hair. in order for it to grow nicely the tips can get damaged especially with how little I care for my hair. 

My mind wandered about my hair and whether I should go short, which always had me rejecting that thought in my mind. Sure, it would be easier, but I just like my hair as it was, even if it was a pain in the ass when I went to wash it. 

I got to my car, and much to my complete non-surprise I found no ticket on the front windshield. "Next time I meet that bitch I am going to fuck with her and make her regret her actions," I promised myself as I tossed my bag in the front seat as I, got into the driver's seat, and buckled in before heading out. I opened up the window and let the air lovingly lick my face as I drove down the roads.

The roads were a little busy, and I just moved with the flow of traffic. Once again, I wished for a better public transit system in the United States. Imagine a high-speed train from coast to coast to each state. I could visit the entire nation without issue. 

I let my mind wander and wished for better things in the world, even if I knew that I had a better chance of seeing that by smoking crack. Maybe Meth would be a better choice if I was going to use drugs to see an ideal world. Ecstasy?

It was a stupid thought that carried me into the club's parking lot. I quickly took a spot and yawned. My legs were hurting in a familiar soreness from exertion. I was going to enjoy a nice nap later after I got to enjoy an older woman once more. Sophia was going to be cute as I put her in place. 

I walked in and saw Howard again looming. I walked past and headed upstairs. Minutes later, I was at the door for Samantha's office. I almost turned to go to the dressing room but decided against it. I knocked, and I heard Samantha say for me to come in. I opened the door, and Samantha turned to me with a massive smile. "Angela, good work on Tuesday. They are two happy, very happy customers. Apparently, you are too scary," Samantha chuckled at my distaste.

"So Sophia tonight?" I asked.

"Yup, she is very excited that she will get to see you again. In fact, I got a request from her; she wants me to convey it so it will not be awkward if you reject it." Samantha then got up from her desk and handed me a piece of paper, which made me confused. "That is a medical report from a test taken a week ago. STD-free and everything. She said that she has not even been with her husband. So, only you have been a recent sexual partner. She wants you to go raw on her today. She wants to feel you filling her up." 

"I am getting a lot of requests lately."

"She is a pervert and obsessed with Futanaris. Honestly, I think she would give anything to be your permanent harem member. She would take Alex's spot or Crystal's spot in a moment. Even that little cuck you had. Um, Jake, right?"

"Ah, that piece of shit. You're probably not wrong." I said with a sigh, "Is she on her safe days?"

"Um," Samantha sighed, "Look, I asked. She said this in return, and I quote, "It would be nothing short of the happiest moment of my life if she impregnated me. A futanari Impregnating me would be a life dream reached. If she did, I would pay her a hundred times the usual amount." End quote: Sophia, when it comes to you, is near stalker levels. Now, I realize that this does not answer the question, but it was her reply. Your choice," Samantha said with a shrug.

"Fucking needy women," I sighed, leaning back on the couch. I was torn, "Fuck, this is a harder choice. Raw feels so good, but you know," I said, bringing my gaze to Samantha, "I already have a kid on the way. Do I want to risk it?"

"To be fair, I think it is the same for her. A risk, she might want it, but there will be a huge issue for her if she does. She still has a husband and kids. She might not even be able to get pregnant."

"Whatever," I said, finally getting up. I will see how I feel at the moment. You might even talk to her. But I am going to get my revenge on her for not making this easy on me," I snarled, and Samantha looked at me surprised. Then I snarled, "A suitable revenge for making her mistress worry about something useless. Either ask me to impregnate her or not. Becky never asked, but she also never asked me to go raw. It was an accident because a fucking condom broke. But this might not know shit bores me. I am in control; if I want to impregnate her, I will decide after I know if she wants it."

"Angela, Do you need another kid?"

"Does she want another kid?" I asked in reply, and Samantha instantly understood. I shrugged, "It doesn't matter if she doesn't want the kid now, does it?"

"I get it," Samantha said. "That punishment, though. Those socks should be a biohazard."

"Agreed," I replied, "What room is this bitch in?" I asked.

"You're borrowing another room," Samantha said and told me, and I headed out.

I had a rich bitch to put in place.