INICIAR SESIÓNBailey POVTwo weeks later, it happened.I walked into the USTAF Academy on a Monday morning with a coffee in one hand and my training bag over my shoulder. The sun was out. The air was crisp. I had spent the weekend putting together a new sprint program for my group, and for the first time in a while, I felt something close to normal.Then I saw the envelope on my desk.White. Sealed. My full name typed across the front in bold letters.No stamp. No return address. Hand delivered.I set my coffee down and picked it up. Something about the weight of it made my fingers go stiff.I tore it open.The first line hit me like a fist.~Dear Ms. Bailey Adams, we regret to inform you that your position as Assistant Coach and Sports Trainer at the USTAF Academy has been terminated, effective immediately.~My eyes read the words three times before my brain caught up.Terminated.Effective immediately.I kept reading.~Following a review of staff performance and professional conduct, the decisio
Bailey POVA week passed.Seven days of showing up early, coaching my groups, and going home to an empty apartment. Seven days of avoiding Mark's side of the track, eating lunch alone in the staff room, and pretending the hollow feeling in my chest was nothing.The whispers had died down. Or at least, I stopped hearing them. People moved on to other gossip, other drama, other things to talk about behind closed hands.But the damage was already sitting in places I couldn't see.It showed up in small ways first. I forgot to log my weekly training report on time. Mixed up two athletes' sprint times on my clipboard. Zoned out during a staff meeting and had to ask the person next to me what was said.Tiny slips.The kind most people wouldn't notice.But Coach Mercer wasn't most people.He found me after practice on a Thursday afternoon. I was stacking cones by the equipment shed when his shadow fell across the grass in front of me."Bailey."I straightened up and turned around.He stood wi
Bailey POVI made my decision Tuesday morning.The whispers hadn't stopped. If anything, they had gotten louder. I caught two more glances in the hallway before lunch. Another conversation that went quiet when I walked into the staff room.The walls were closing in, and I was running out of time.So I texted Mark after practice.~Meet me at the college track. 6pm.His reply came in seconds.~Everything okay?I didn't answer.The drive to the campus felt heavy. My hands gripped the steering wheel too tight. My chest ached with something I couldn't name. Or maybe I could, but naming it would make what I was about to do even harder.He was already there when I arrived. Sitting on the bench near the starting blocks, elbows on his knees, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when he heard my footsteps and smiled.That smile almost broke me."Hey," he said, standing up.I stopped a few feet away from him. Kept my bag on my shoulder. Didn't sit down.His smile faded."What's wrong?" he a
Bailey POVSunday crawled by in a blur of restless energy. I cleaned things that didn't need cleaning, ran a route I don't remember finishing, and checked my phone more times than I'd ever admit.Mark didn't call. Didn't text. He gave me what I wanted. Space.By Sunday night, my nerves were already building.Tomorrow was Monday.Monday meant the academy. Monday meant pretending I hadn't let my student between my legs two nights ago.I told myself I could do it. Told myself nobody knew.Then Monday came.And I was wrong.I didn't notice them at first. I was too busy running drills with my group, too focused on keeping my mind off Mark and the mess I had made of my life over the weekend.But by midmorning, something felt off.Two coaches standing by the equipment shed stopped talking the second I walked past. One of them smiled at me. The other looked away too fast.Strange.I shrugged it off and kept moving.During the water break, I caught one of the female athletes glancing at me, t
Bailey POVI woke up before he did.The room was still dark, early morning light barely creeping through the curtains. The sheets were tangled around us, twisted from everything that happened last night.Mark lay beside me on his stomach, one arm draped across my waist, his face turned toward me. His breathing was slow and steady. Peaceful. His lips were slightly parted, his lashes resting against his cheeks.He looked young.Too young.The thought hit me like a punch to the chest.What did I do?I lay there, frozen, staring at his face while last night replayed in my head. Every kiss. Every touch. Every moan. The way I pulled him into me like I needed him to breathe. The way I rode him like nothing else in the world existed.The way I screamed his name so loud the neighbors probably heard.My stomach turned.I slept with my student.My nineteen-year-old athlete.I let him put his mouth on me. Let him inside me. Let him fall asleep in my bed with his arm around my body like this was s
Bailey POVHe kissed down my neck. My collarbone. Took each nipple into his mouth again, sucking slow, making me squirm beneath him. Then his tongue traced a line down my stomach, slow and wet, making my muscles tighten with every inch.He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down my legs, tossing them somewhere behind him.Then he spread my thighs apart.His eyes dropped between my legs. My pussy was swollen, wet, glistening from the orgasm I just had."Look at you," he murmured. "So beautiful."Then he lowered his mouth."Oh God," I gasped.His tongue was soft and hot, sliding thick against me, licking slow from bottom to top. He tasted my juice, groaning against my skin like it was the best thing he'd ever had."So sweet," he breathed. "Like peaches."A whimper fell from my lips.He found my clit and circled it gently, then sucked it between his lips. My back arched off the bed."Mark... oh my God..."He ate me like he had all the time in the world. Slow, deep licks
Maya POV.It was 6 p.m. when I finally settled into my room.I lay on the bed gazing up at the ceiling and fuming with anger.I might have just been swindled out of 50 dollars in cash.This motel was the absolute worst!After I went over to the store, I met a lady chewing a bubble gum at the counte
Maya POV."I didn't know you were such a scaredy-cat," Mr. Jonah said as he set the test kit on the table and swabbed my thumb with a sterile gaze pad. "Press down on it to stop the bleeding.""I'm only scared of needles," I grumbled as I did as he instructed, pressing down on my finger."If you ca
Maya POV.7 p.m.on the dot, I walked into the lobby of the hotel.I looked around the place.From the outside, it looked like a normal hotel, but once my feet crossed the threshold, I had a weird feeling.This was no ordinary hotel.While outside was painted white with a nice sign: Welcome to Parad
Maya POV. Immediately, the words left my lips... I knew I had fucked up. I saw him give me a mischievous smile as he rose to his feet. "You asked for it," he said pointedly, and started to unlock my collar. In my head, I interpreted it as; It's your fault, whatever happens next. My heart hamm







