Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 6 Chapter 237/ 31: Friendly Match

Alex and Sarah were looking at me now with a look of pity as I told them about the argument that I had with my father. I didn't know how else to explain things other than the facts of what happened in the most basic form. I knew I was partially in the wrong, but I wasn't about to let my father off with that.

"So your dad never did it for you?" Sarah asked suddenly in the relative silence on the bus.

"Nope, Never made me breakfast or Lunch for me to wake up to. There are no times that I can remember if I am being honest. But after Elana," I shrugged, "When I asked if he was making me some," I shrugged again, "I kind of don't want to talk about it too much at the moment if I am being honest."

Sarah nodded, and Alex looked at me for several seconds, "If you would like to sleep at my place, I believe you can," Alex suddenly told me, much to my surprise, "They should be more than willing to let me have my friend sleep over after meeting you this Sunday if we are still doing that," Alex told me.

I smiled, "I will probably be staying at Crystal's place mostly, but I see no reason not to sleep over a couple of times. Might even make a couple of videos if you wanted to," I replied.

Alex blushed, and Sarah blushed even more as she pictured it. I leaned back and stared out the window as the trees passed, "Honestly, I am already looking into potentially purchasing a house; that was what I was talking to my lawyer about," I told him, "I am not sure yet, though."

"You make enough to purchase a house?" Sarah asked incredulously.

"Mmm."

"Wow, I didn't know that type of work would pay so much," Sarah replied.

"It's not normal from my talks with the club manager," I said, thinking about Samantha, "An attractive, young, Intersex woman with all parts is not common. It is a niche and an experience for my customers, plus, I have a long waiting list," I added in, "A really long waiting list that I am told people would like to skip. Then, I have good reviews from those who have played with it. All of it allows my club manager to charge more." I stopped looking outside and looked at Sarah, "It is the circumstances I am in. So I am incredibly lucky."

"That is still a lot of money," Alex joined in, seemingly less interested, "But if you were to charge us what you charge customers, how much would you have made?" Alex asked, her voice deadpanned.

I could tell they were both curious and I chuckled, "I don't know," I replied, "For you, Alex, this week was a slow one with us; if I were to talk about a single session with me, twenty-six grand, plus the fees to my club," I told her, "So probably about third grand a session with me," I finished. "Oh, plus tips."

Both looked at me, shocked, and I shook my head, "Don't let that travel around," I said sternly, "Don't betray me on this."

Sarah and Alex nodded, looking shocked still. I looked out the window, and I tried to relax. I was still slightly surprised that Sarah accepted my profession when I told her. Her Christian background was something that I was worried about in a long-term relationship. She seemed to believe in the faith, which was normally fine genuinely. That being said, I heard the local denominations of Christianity in town were the more strict types when it came to young women.

Some of the research I had done had me really worried for Sarah's future if she continued to be with me. I didn't want her to get disowned by her family for her sexual orientation, but that was something that she and her parents would have to talk about. I would never be able to control other people's actions. I could manipulate them in my favor, but that was about the best I could do.

I sighed, looking out the window, stopping my worry about Sarah, and I wondered how much longer the trip would take. I pressed my head against the window, feeling the cold glass, and let my eyes close softly.

"Angela, Angela," I suddenly heard, and I was shaken a little, and my eyes snapped open. I looked out the window, and we were parked. I looked to see the street, cars moving, and a parking lot. I groaned, and I realized I had fallen asleep without meaning to. Sarah and Alex must have stopped talking to me at some point, and I passed out. I was a little tired, got up stretching, and yawned a little. Alex and Sarah smiled, and I looked at them both,

"Where we at? Hotel or the school we are supposed to play the tournament at?" I asked bluntly, "I kind of forgot to ask where we are going first."

"We are at the school. The hotel is the next stop, but everyone was told to have their uniform ready in something other than their luggage for the night." Sarah replied as Alex was holding a bag, and I nodded, joining them as I grabbed my backpack and started to head out with them. I yawned one more time, the nap making me feel sleepier than I had felt before taking the nap.

Stepping out of the bus with most of the other team members already off the Bus; I saw Mrs. Grendier talking to a couple of parents and maybe a teacher from the other school. I looked around, and I could hear and see our teammates talking as they grabbed things out of the bus and headed toward a group holding smaller bags. I walked over but did not join the group as Sarah and Alex went to get their stuff out of the bottom of the bus.

Looking around, I could tell that this school had much better equipment and funding. I am ashamed of the American education system, but I didn't say too much. When I looked into how things were the way they were a couple of years back, it got me a little depressed. I knew that the town I was living in being what it was and funding our school as good as it was, was a damn blessing.

Ah, I love my country, but depending on the state you lived in, you were as poor as someone in Africa with less opportunity to shine or be privileged to no end. I fell squarely on the more privileged side, but looking at a school in much better condition brought the inequality straight to my face.

"Ladies, everyone got their uniforms?" Mrs. Grendier called out, gathering all our attention. It seemed that I was zoning out more often than I should have because Sarah and Alex were standing with me, and I had not noticed. Then again, I was looking at the school and not my surroundings.

"No one said no, and I see all of you here," Mrs. Grendier continued as she looked around, "Let's get going; I will have a parent walk around and confirm. Let's go, ladies!"

I started to follow her with the rest of the team, and it felt weird as we walked into the school. You could see students filtering out as we walked with our bags toward the gymnasium.

The condition of the school and the lockers seemed much better than ours and less run down. I could tell that everything had to be under five years old, which was surprising as I did not know anything in our school to be updated besides the football gear and field. I wondered if I was completely correct on that, though, as there might be things in the background that I didn't know about.

"Wow, they have so much newer-looking stuff than us," Sarah noted, "I hate that a lot of these schools look so much newer than ours. It is like they are boasting without saying anything." I turned to see her expression, and I could see that she was pouting a little.

Alex, on the other hand, looked like she didn't care and walked around as if we were the ones who owned the place. She had a remarkably similar posture at this moment I realized and wondered if I looked the same to others while I walked around with a stoic face.

Looking around, some of the students from the school were still around, and I could see some of them chatting. I could not help but think more about how I looked from the outside inside our group. I stood tall, and I ensured that despite my large breasts, I kept my back straight. It was something my sensei taught me to keep my posture good; otherwise, they might weigh on me even more with a slumped back. With my muscles, too, it did not bother me too much as I heard other women complain about large breasts.

Before I knew it, we were herded into a locker room with Mrs. Grendier following us in. I moved toward a locker. Alex and Sarah followed me and put down their stuff in the lockers beside mine before Sarah moved back to the center of the locker room. "Okay, team," Sarah suddenly started, "We are playing a friendly match with Baker High tonight to get us in the mindset. Mrs. Grendier talked to their coach, and they are quite happy with the setup. They got just a place below making it to the nationals last year. They are serious competitors, and we came under them last year in the regionals. So, again, Serious competitors for the tournament tomorrow; I want all of you out there having fun but, most of all, taking them seriously," Sarah finished, and I saw everyone nodding along, "Mrs. Grendier is going to talk about our strategy for tonight now."

"Alright, ladies," Mrs. Grendier began, and I listened intently to everything she said as she went over who was starting and doing what. "Alex, you know your position, and Angela," she said, pointing me out. "If we get the first ball off the coin flip, I want you to start serving. I know that you are having some aiming issues in practice, but you have shaped up quickly. I want you to prioritize aim over power, though. Don't show them your strength till tomorrow, okay? Keep it light," Mrs. Grendier told me, and I frowned.

"Yes, Mrs. Grendier," I replied, and she turned to the other starters, telling them what was to come up. I listened intently, but I also thought about the reason why Mrs. Grendier told me to hold back, and I quickly came to a conclusion.

My weakness was the aim of my power at this time. I knew I could pack a mean hit down with the volleyball when spiking, and my serves showed that power as well. But I did not have the experience playing volleyball and the muscle memory like I do with fighting. So, it was not instinctual to hit the ball in the right place. So, I couldn't hit accurately with a full power swing of my arm. It was a bit shameful to admit, but I was a realist.

"Alright, ladies, Get changed, and then you can head out and warm up a bit. Make sure to stretch and get a light jog in, Angela. No sprinting," Mrs. Grendier shot toward me, and I looked at her surprised.

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask, "That is how I warm up."

"Then sprint," Mrs. Grendier shook her head, "Don't you want to conserve some stamina for the long game ahead?" She suddenly asked, looking at me.

"It would take more than me sprinting once around the gym to wear me out, Mrs. Grendier," I replied with a smile, "I will just do a half lap, though, if you're worried and run another two laps to warm up," I finished with a smile.

I loved running, and I was really good at it. I saw a lot of the other ladies looking at me oddly, and I turned, opening up my bag and digging into it for my team shirt and the volleyball shorts that I got with the uniform. They were short shorts, but that was fine with me, and I grabbed them out with the sports bra I used this morning. I wanted to save the fresh one for tomorrow.

I stripped everything but my panties and started to change like every other team member, and it felt odd to me. I have never been surprised by other girls changing into uniforms. I bet Mrs. Grendier had a conversation with the team about my extra addition, but they seemed fine with it. Alex looked very serious, as did Sarah, as they were getting ready, and there was no blush or sneaking a peak at me as they changed.

It didn't take us long to finish, and there was no flirting, and I liked that. For some reason, I thought they might, and now that they hadn't, I was pleasantly surprised. I liked that they separated something we took seriously from our lover status. It separated the worlds, and I finished changing quickly and turned to them as I finished first stuffing my bag into the locker.

"Do we need to worry about the lack of locks on our stuff?" I asked.

"Nope, they lock the rooms for us when we leave for the game, and no one can enter. Then they unlock them just as we are finished. We show up in our uniforms tomorrow for the game," Sarah said, looking serious, and I nodded.

"Perfect, thanks," I replied, "I will see you two out there," I finished.

I didn't stand on ceremony and headed out to the gymnasium, and damn, was it much larger than I expected. It was a full-sized volleyball set up with lots and lots of space around it for you to chase balls, unlike our much smaller gym. This was at least half the size of our gym, plus they had raised the viewing area for people to watch, and I could see parents in the seating chatting. I shook my head and started to stretch instead of gawking anymore at the difference in wealth.

It didn't take much for me to get into the mindset and finish stretching, and I started my warm-up laps. I wanted my body nice and ready for any speed of movement. I would have to chase balls, after all, and I wasn't the only one doing some laps. I moved up into a full sprint, letting my hair trail behind me, and I remembered that I would have to tie it up a bit. I had to keep it contained so it didn't get in other people's way.

I sprinted around the gym before returning to a run and doing another lap, slowed to a walk, and joined the other girls. I saw some looks from other team members, and I smiled in return. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail that I folded once back into itself. It didn't look that great, but it did its job. it was either that or a fat bun, and I didn't know much about that style.

Soon, Mrs. Grendier walked over after talking to the other teacher, and she smiled. "Sarah, you get to go do the coin flip," Mrs. Grendier said, "Remember, we would like the ball," She said with a smile, and that earned a chuckle from the older team members, and I realized that there must have been a story behind that.

"Yes, Yes, I will be back with the ball," Sarah said offhandedly, walking towards a spot with a ref and a person from the other team. I saw the coin flip, and Sarah soon came back triumphantly with the ball.

Seconds later, Mrs. Grendier looked at me and said, "Angela, show them how to serve," She said with a grin.

I took the ball, and the starters were all out on the court, with me getting ready to serve the ball competitively. Maybe this was a friendly game but I would never not take the chance to be competitive. I looked over toward the other team and grinned. It was time to start, and I bounced the ball once and forward, tossing the ball high into the air. I jumped at the perfect time to intercept the ball and hit it, ensuring accuracy over power.

Watching that ball shoot fast over the net and come down right where I wanted it between their libero and server put a smile on my face. I saw the surprise on the other girl's face, and the libero jumped for it and barely got the ball before it hit the floor with her fist. I watched it shoot up into the air, and then the other girls started to react.

I could tell that my serve surprised them, but it didn't stop them, and I wanted to click my tongue as they sent the ball over with a bump. They couldn't quite get a handle on themselves for a spike, it seemed, and I watched as a teammate easily recovered it and sent it up to another girl I never bothered to learn the name of before she volleyed it perfectly, sending it across the net for spiking. I ran forward, and another teammate leaped but feinted the ball before I was there on the ball and hit it hard down toward their center, uncaring if they tried to recover it.

Then it happened: the ball went straight down into the middle of their court, and one of the girls moved to bump it as she was the closest. The ball hit her arms and didn't go in the direction she expected as it shot up and smacked her right in the face hard. With a yelp of pain, the ball hit her nose and bounced back to the floor a second later, earning us a point.

I shivered as I saw the girl fall back and tear up, and I could not stop the smile on my face. I could see the slight tears in her eyes and the look of pain before she looked at me as her teammates surrounded her to see if she was okay. I met eyes with the girl, and I couldn't help the smile on her face. I saw her look of fear as she looked at me. I felt it then and there, and I loved it. I almost shivered in ecstasy that I could never achieve in sex.

Amazing, that look; I didn't know what it was called, and my emotions soared, But there it was. I loved that look as she looked at me with fear. All I could do was smile and walk back after being given the ball once again. It was my turn again, and I realized that I loved this game already. I wanted more of my competitors to look at me like that.

The one girl was subbed out quickly, and it took some time before the game restarted after just the first point. I took my time for a moment before I started to run up, and I tossed the ball up into the air again. I looked toward where I wanted the ball and felt it at that moment. I wanted it, and I needed it. I hit that ball right where I wanted it, and I watched the ball as I spiked it and shot it over the net and toward the other team in the exact same spot as last time.

All I could think as the other team barely recovered the ball again was, 'If this is their best, then I could take them on myself.'

Shaking my head at that thought as they once again didn't recover the ball well enough. They sent it over with a bump. So I was already moving as Alex easily recovered the ball and sent it over to Sarah, who was in front of me this time. She volleyed it, and I smiled as it went up into the air, and it was perfect for me again. It was so quick, and I leaped as the other team leaped into the air to block my shot. I saw their arms coming up, and I smacked that ball, this time to ensure my aim. it soared between the two girls' arms as they tried to move at the last second.

Hearing it smack against the floor made me smile even more. Walking back, I returned to get to serve once again. Getting thrown the ball once more, I felt a sense of pride in my initial serves. I would do it again and again. I let the ball bounce on the floor before taking a deep breath and felt the smile on my face as I ran forward and leaped in the air. I felt my body move to hit the ball hard, and I looked where I wanted that ball, and I couldn't help the smile on my face.

Right where I put it before, That was where I wanted it. I wanted to smack them in the same spot again!

I hit the ball aiming for that spot, and it shot quickly over the net. I could see the astonishment on some of the girls' faces again. It seems my serves were strong despite the lack of me using all my strength. It shot, and the Libero leaped and barely caught it again, and it was just a few inches from where I served it the last two times. I could see them struggle with it again, and they had to bump it back over to us instead of spiking it.

Alex recovered it easily, sending it to another teammate who volleyed it to set up for a spike. I was already moving and leaping for the ball, and I could see the other team watching me. And I was so happy when my teammate, who leaped just before me, smashed that ball deep into their court, grabbing us another point. I looked over to the girl on the bench who was showing that look of fear, and I smiled, and we met eyes once again. I almost shivered again in pleasure as she showed me that look of fear, and I noticed she was still holding her nose.

The game had to continue, and it took another two serves before I hit the net twice in a row, giving the other team their first shot at serving, and the game went on. They served, and I felt it was much slower than I served at my half-strength. Our team continued to play, and the enemy team started to get their wits about them as we continued, and I was no longer the one serving each time.

We took the first set, though, swapped sides of the court, and moved on to swapping out some teammates. I got benched for a bit, and I was motioned over by Mrs. Grendier, "Good start, Angela," Mrs. Grendier said seriously, "Your serves are honestly at a more professional level than they should be today. that was a shame with your double serve into the net." She told me, and I couldn't help but nod. I hit the ball slightly wrong, misjudging my jump, and was slightly late. I hit the ball weirdly and too high. "That is okay, though this is a friendly match, and those girls over there," She pointed at the other team, "Are not easy. You scared them at the start with such a serve, and tomorrow they will be filming, and someone will have a speed gun for the crossing of the net, I hear. So we will hear the speed your serves are at," Mrs. Grendier told me, and I nodded and watched the other team a little. I could tell that they were more coordinated than our team, but I also noticed our members, like Sarah and Alex, were more individually skilled.

"Our formations need work," I said honestly, "I need to get better at them, too," I told Mrs. Grendier.

"You're right; they are better at formations and coordination, but you, despite your lack of experience, are good individually. In fact, I think our average skill level is higher," Mrs. Grendier wrote a note on her clipboard and looked at me, "You ready to be subbed back in?" She asked.

"Whenever you want me out there, I am good to go; I guarantee that I can go a whole five sets without a problem."

Mrs. Grendier gave me a side eye but didn't try to fight my statement.

Mrs. Grenedier did not send me back out right away, and I watched as the enemy team took a set from us. I pouted as Mrs. Grendier was mixing up everyone but Alex and Sarah. Sarah went around and talked to the girls who were not doing too much, and I could see what was happening. Mrs. Grendier wanted all the freshmen and the other team members to get some time on the stage. Alex and Sarah were keeping us in the game, and a lot of our older teammates and seniors were keeping us in the fight.

I could respect that they were thinking about the long-term team planning right now in this friendly match. I hated it, though. I know that I needed steady teammates to play, but I wanted to be up there and completely destroy the other team. It was a bad mindset for the long term, and that thinking would technically be against me, too. But I could tell that Mrs. Grendier was already looking at making me an Ace for our team.

At the start of the third set, I was still on the bench, but I was sent up soon after taking over for smaller freshmen, and I instantly took a point from the enemy team. At this moment, I felt like a protagonist in a sports drama, and I couldn't help the smile on my face as it started to reappear.

Then I was given the ball for serving once again, and I started a new reign of terror on the enemy team. I apparently was much better at serving than I thought, and I even got an Ace with them not being able to recover the ball.

I lost my streak when I missed and the ball went out. I didn't stop playing, though, and I was in the midst of it, and we took the third set with a score of fifteen to eight. Then I found myself on the bench once again frowning as other girls were up there. Sarah was breathing heavily beside me while Alex remained stoic playing and recovering balls like a boss. She was a solid influence on the rest of the team.

The game continued and the enemy team took a lot of points from the other girls as. Sarah recovered and she turned to me, "Don't worry about it. This is a friendly game, and we will play to win in the tournament tomorrow. That is when we go all out. Enjoy the game," Sarah told me with a charming smile. With that smile and genuine happiness, I could see the strawberry inside her as she competed.

"I enjoy winning," I replied flatly, "I hate losing friendly matches or not," I told her truthfully.

I could see her chuckle but nod, "Same here, but there are other considerations in mind."

"Angela, go back in. You can use more time on the field, and I think you might go crazy on the bench with how much energy you have," Mrs. Grendier told me, and I nodded.

I got up, replaced another girl, and got back into it. But the set was over and we lost it to the other team after a couple of points. I hated losing the set but we had another set. Not long later, the next set started, and we continued to play till the last point, with Sarah jumping back in at some point. We went into overtime, and finally, we won seventeen to fifteen. It was a short overtime, but I could only smile as we beat one of the top teams I was told about.

Then again, I didn't research any of the schools we were going against.

Maybe I should change that for the next tournament.