Squad Numbers

 14/25

Joe had a little black book full of girls' numbers. Okay, it's not what you're thinking. Unless, you are thinking, 'who the hell keeps phone numbers in a book in 20 freakin' 20?!' However, if you are thinking 'Joe got game', you would be wrong. The only game Joe 'got' is girls' soccer, which he happens to coach. Hence, the book of phone numbers. In fact, it was Joe's lack of game with girls that inspired him to volunteer as assistant coach to the girls' team at his high school. In his grand scheme, if he could get the girls putting the ball in the goal, he good get some scoring of his own. After all, he was a more that accomplished player on the boys' team. Things didn't get off to a good start with the team falling to a seven goal defeat in their first match and all of the muscle massages and surprise dressing room team talks in the world couldn't inspire the team or indeed land him a date. Rather the girls saw him for the nuisance he was and when they complained to Coach Griffiths his duties were curtailed to those of an administrative nature – calling the players to arrange car pools and the like. Hence the little black book.

Joe continued to attend games but was limited to watching from the touchline. He fantasised about the girls' long graceful legs and clung to the glimpses of sports bras from his many post-match visits to the changing rooms before the girls could rapidly cover up and shove him back out. He longed for them to embrace another contact sport, one that he could play too, one without kit where tackling from behind was not just allowed but encouraged...

He began to add notes next to the girls' names and numbers. Sara – great with both feet, probably her mouth too. Chloe – good vocal leader, probably a screamer. Jen – fearless, almost certainly willing to try anal. It was while he was making these notes that he caught the attention of his teammates from his own team and it didn't take long before guys were forking over cash for the digits of their favourite female counterpart. Joe became popular with the soccer team after all – just not the one he intended.

Saturday morning arrived once more and Joe was in a vibrant mood. He had scored 30 bucks lending his little black book to a teammate and he was nice and early to the day's match so he could psych up the female players before they had chance to finish putting on kit. He entered the changing room and was surprised to find just one occupant. Chloe stood in the middle of the room holding his little black book. He gulped. Two more girls appeared behind him and grasped him strongly by the arms. They wrestled him to the ground and began to tear away his clothes. Within five minutes they had stuffed him into some spare clothes they had brought along; a short denim skirt, a girl's leather jacket, satin panties, heels and stockings. The other two girls sat on his chest while Chloe applied makeup liberally and glued a wig to his head.

“So, good with my mouth am I?” Sara spat at him. The girls had tied him to a goal frame and he could do nothing but stand there. “I bet I'm not the only one.” She produced a small metal object and forced it into his mouth.

“That's nothing compared to what you said about me,” Jen whispered in his ear and with Sara watching on with an enormous grin, she pulled up his skirt and slapped him hard on his pantied ass. With his skirt still hiked up, she reached around his face, pulled the buttplug from between his glossy lips and rammed it up his ass.

“I'm not sure he likes it but he's definitely a screamer,” Chloe observed. She laughed and kissed Joe on the cheek as he whimpered. “One thing you definitely won't like is that we are playing away today. The boys have this pitch. In fact...” she glanced over at the parking lot, “here they come now!”