LOGINBailey POVThe next few sessions followed the same pattern.I pushed. He performed. We kept things professional.Or at least, I tried to.Mark showed up on time every morning, warmed up without complaint, and followed my program to the letter. He didn't flirt. Didn't cross any lines. Didn't mention the lounge.He was the perfect student.And that somehow made everything worse.Because when he wasn't being cocky, when he wasn't testing me, I had nothing to hide behind. No anger to shield me. No irritation to keep my walls up.Just him.Working hard.Sweating.Breathing.Moving.And me, trying not to notice.By Thursday, I decided to push him harder than I had all week. Not because his training needed it, but because I thought he'd get tired and give up.I felt like a woman standing too close to fire. And I hated that feeling. "Repeat sprints," I announced as he finished his warm-up. "Two hundred meters. Ten sets. Ninety seconds rest between each."He looked at me."Ten?""You heard m
Bailey POVI didn't sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. That stupid, cocky grin. Those pale blue eyes dragging over my body like he had every right to look.Mark.My student.My athlete.The boy who now held the most the humiliating secret of my life in his hands.I rolled over in bed and stared at the ceiling, my chest tight with frustration.How did I let this happen?One decision. One reckless, emotional decision, and now I was trapped.Phillip's words still echoed somewhere in the back of my mind, but they felt distant now, buried under something heavier.Fear.Real, suffocating fear.If Mark talked, my career was over. Everything I'd built since retiring from the track, every late night, every sacrifice, gone. Just like that.All because I danced in a lounge for five thousand dollars I hadn't even collected yet.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.I grabbed it.Unknown number."Tomorrow. 6 AM. Lincoln Park track. Don't be late, Coach."My jaw clenched so
My stomach twisted so hard that I thought I might faint.For a second, I couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t think.Couldn’t move.This was one of my students. Oh God, what was he doing here?Mark stood in the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, his athletic frame filling the space like he owned it. His black jacket hung open, his hair slightly damp like he’d just come from training.His eyes moved again.Slowly.Deliberately.From my face to my body.Heat flooded my body instantly.I yanked the robe tighter around myself.“Mark,” I snapped, my voice sharper than intended. “Turn around.”He didn’t.Didn’t even blink.Instead, one corner of his mouth lifted into a slow, crooked grin.“Well,” he said casually, leaning against the doorframe like this was the most normal thing in the world. “This is definitely not how I expected my night to go.”My pulse pounded violently in my ears.“What are you doing here?” I demanded.His gaze dragged down my body again, completely unapologetic.“Same question, C
Bailey POVBy the time I parked outside the lounge, there was no turning back.The building looked nothing like the cheap club I had imagined. Soft lighting spilled from the entrance, and the place had an expensive, quiet feel that made my nerves twist tighter.I walked in, gave Lola’s name at the desk, and was pointed down a hallway toward a dressing room.No fuss.No questions.Just business.Inside the room, Lola’s bag sat waiting on the table. I unzipped it and stared at what she’d packed.Tiny black straps. A platinum wig. An eye mask.I let out a short breath.“Lord help me.”Getting dressed didn’t take long, but it felt strange, like putting on someone else’s life. The outfit barely covered anything, hugging tight in places I wasn’t used to showing.When I finally looked up at the mirror, I stopped.Not for long.Just enough.Phillip’s voice echoed in my head.Tiny breasts.Flat ass.Too masculine.My gaze moved slowly over my reflection.He was wrong.Completely wrong.My body
Bailey POVI pulled into my apartment complex a few minutes later and grabbed my keys, jogging up the stairs two at a time.Get in. Grab the stopwatch. Get out.And in the process, try not to jump in bed with Philip.He'd complained earlier about me being so busy with work. So I figured I would surprise him with a movie date tonight, after my class.A small smile tugged at my lips as I reached the door.We hadn’t seen each other in weeks before he flew in. Vegas to Indiana was a long stretch, but we made it work. We never let the distance break us.I unlocked the door and stepped inside.“Phil?” I called.No answer.That was strange.Usually, he answered right away, even if he was half asleep.I shut the door behind me and slipped off my shoes, setting my keys on the table.“Phillip?” I called again, a little louder this time.Still nothing.Then. A sound.Soft. Faint.I froze mid-step.At first, I thought it was the television.Or music.But then it came again.Low.Breathy.A woman’
Chapter 1: The GigBailey POV“On your mark…”The stadium roared around me, loud enough to shake the air, but inside my lane, everything felt strangely quiet.I crouched low, fingers pressed against the track, spikes digging into the red surface beneath my feet. My muscles tightened, every part of my body coiled and ready. The smell of heated rubber and dust filled my lungs as I took a slow, steady breath.This was it.National School Championship finals.One race left.One chance to make history.“Get set…”My hips lifted slightly, weight shifting forward. I fixed my eyes on the white finish line stretched far ahead of me, bright against the track.If I crossed that line first, the gold would be mine.Again.Third time in a row.“Ready…”My heart pounded hard against my ribs, but my breathing stayed steady. Controlled. Focused. Years of training had taught me how to shut everything else out—the noise, the pressure, the fear.There was only the race.Only the finish line.Only the mo
Steven POV.I sat here gazing at him, helpless to do anything but watch with my pants down to my ankles.He'd parted my legs and was kneeling between them with my dick in his hand. What would he do now? I wondered, my heart thudding in my chest.Was he going to suck me or fuck me?I felt anticipat
Steven POV. His eyes were trained on me –dark, hard, daring me to look away. I wanted to. I needed to. But somehow, I was rooted to the spot, my eyes fixed on that massive flesh as I watched it slowly begin to harden in his palm as he stroked the length. Maybe I was just surprised to see a
Steven POV.The storm had turned the morning gray.I sat on my bed, not venturing out. Outside, the rain hammered the windows, wind rattling the glass, the pressure of the storm had grown exponentially from last night.I'd assumed it was a simple shower, turns out it was a heavy downpour. The may
Steven POV. 6 a.m. The Next morning. Gardnerville Health & Rehabilitation Cathedral. I sat in the third pew from the front, spine straight, and palms clasped together. The sun had barely risen in the sky when the church bells rang six times, jarring me awake. Although I hadn't really slep







