Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep. Her hand swung over her head and slapped off the alarm. She turned her head on the pillow moving as little of her body as possible and slowly opened her eyes. It was seven o’clock. In her drunken stupor the night before, she’d set her alarm for PM.

She flung off her sheets and moved like a blur to the bathroom. As she furiously brushed her teeth she calculated in her head whether or not she had enough time for a shower. She decided she did not.

Instead, she violently brushed out the tangles in her hair, put on a fresh coat of mascara and red lipstick, grabbed her clothes and skates and headed out the door.

Changing into a new tank top while driving might be tricky for some people, but not Brittany. Not anymore, anyways. And while other drivers did not especially appreciate she was momentarily distracted from driving, they did appreciate seeing whatever she was wearing underneath her shirt. Today it was a black leather bra.

Her tires screeched to a halt as she pulled into the parking space outside the practice rink. She killed the engine and ran inside. Frantically running was not usually her style, but today she deemed it necessary.

“I’m here! I’m here! I’m sorry!” she yelled out of breath as she burst through the door. But the practice rink had already emptied, save for a few straggling teammates who were catching up on each other’s lives. Their conversations stopped and eyes narrowed as she shuffled past with her head down.

“Oh good,” his voice boomed sarcastically. “Our jammer has finally decided to grace us with her presence.” She turned around to see her coach standing up from his chair in a dark corner. “Except—wait—yes that’s right, practice is already over.” Even in the dimly lit room, she could see his dark eyes flashing with anger.

“I’m sorry,” she said, although the apologetic tone was quickly fading. She had already said she was sorry. What more did he want?

He was now so close she could feel this warm breath on her face when he spoke. “This is the third time you’ve missed practice this MONTH,” he barked. “How are we supposed to compete when our lead jammer obviously doesn’t care about anything but herself?”

She stared at him long and hard with a cold stare, then turned to grab her things. “I don’t need this,” she hissed as she headed for the door. “I don’t need ANY of this!”

He met her at the door before she could storm out. In their fury, neither of them had realized until now that the entire place had emptied out. He locked the door from the inside and his tone softened. “I think we need to talk before you make any brash decisions.”

But the fire of fury had already been ignited inside her. And it would take more than a softened tone to cool her down. “Get out of my way,” she said curtly, “Or I will kick you so hard in the balls you’ll—“

With this, he cut her off with a deep sensual kiss. Her first instinct was to bite his tongue and push him off, but she resisted her gut reaction and instead kissed back.

He rubbed his hands down her back and lifted off her tank top. They kept kissing as she tugged off his T-shirt and undid his jeans. He pulled off her shorts and soon they both found themselves with their clothes off alone in the roller rink.

She smiled at him, suddenly and possibly for the first time, feeling vulnerable. He smiled back and his small dark eyes became even smaller. “So is this what you normally wear to practice?” He asked, noticing her black leather bra and thong.

She took a step closer, touching her chest to his. “Why?” she smiled and asked coyly, “Does that mean you like it?” He nodded. “Well in that case,” she said as she took his hand and wrapped his fingers inside the thong along her pelvic bone. “I think you’d like them a lot better if they were on the floor.”

He followed her lead and proceeded to slip the leather thong over her hips and onto the floor. She stepped out of them and pulled off his boxer briefs. He was hard and it was making him hard to resist.

She wrapped her arms up around his neck and kissed him as she pulled him down to the floor on top of her. The rink floor was cool on her back. His breath was warm on her chest. He kissed her all the way down her chest and down her stomach. He continued down, kissing between her legs, with one deep lick that made her thighs shake. She stared at the ceiling and smiled as she felt him thrust himself into her.

That night after “practice” she made a vow she would always come.
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