Authors Note,
This story was inspired by the London 2012 Olympics. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. All characters in the story are created by myself and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
This story is the second part however it should be able to be read as a stand alone story.
Big thanks go out to Sanidia for editing this story for me. Your kind efforts will be rewarded I'm sure.
I'd love to hear your feedback.
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Chapter 7 -- They're under starter's orders.
Amber, the star of the American swimming team sat in her luxury training area watching the small monitor mounted on the wall. She was wearing a loose fitting tracksuit that concealed her svelte, but feminine figure. Amber knew that she was beautiful, she loved the way her brown highlighted hair framed her face. However at that moment her face was not beautiful, she was not happy. She'd just spent a lot of her own money sabotaging the chances of her main Olympic swimming rival and it didn't seem to have worked.
Amber's rival was a defending gold medal champion on the British team. Amber knew that on their past performances she could easily beat the British athlete, and take her Gold medal from her, in a fair race. So she knew she didn't need to sabotage her, but it was fun, and it was pay back. After all, the blonde British girl had been getting non stop magazine coverage for months. Magazine coverage that she should have been getting, she was the rising star; not that fat British whore.
Something had gone wrong. Amber had paid Deen James to come to Great Britain, infiltrate his way into the Olympic village, meet the athlete and then seduce her. She expected he would destroy the athlete's world and distract her from the Olympics. When he was done Amber wanted her to have nothing left. The thrill of having that power over another human excited her. "So what could have gone wrong?" Amber asked herself as she watched the one hundred meter relay team heats. Demi should be distracted, completely off her game yet there she was walking to the starting position, smiling, relaxed and waving at the cheering home crowd completely at ease.
"What do you think team GB's chances are in this women's hundred metre freestyle relay heat?" the commentator on the screen asked the expert next to him.
The male expert smiled at the camera in an annoying way. "We're not expecting much from this team, it's not traditionally been one of our strongest events, they'll go out there and do their best but it might not be good enough to get a place in the final.
"There has been some controversy about the selection for the British relay team hasn't there?" The commentator continued.
"Yes, you're right; I think that team GB have decided to save some of their best sprint swimmers for the individual events, which is why we have people like Demi who'll be swimming in second."
"Demi being the Gold medallist from Beijing?"
"Yes that's right, but she is a long distance swimmer, she has no form over short distances. She would need to be great at the one hundred meters to make a difference here. I'm sure all the girls will give one hundred percent in this race, but I just don't think that it will be good enough," the expert replied matter-of-factly.
"A lot has been made in the papers about how unusual Demi's figure is for an Olympic Swimmer," the commentator said raising the usual comment whenever Demi's swimming was discussed.
"That is true, Demi doesn't have the traditional slim figure of a swimmer, however she has a lot of power and these modern speed swimming suits are capable of compressing figures to create almost perfect streamlined shapes. In the past girls with Demi's figure might not have been competitive but these days it's a completely different story. "
"Sorry to interrupt you there but we are going to go live to the pool for the action," the commentator said.
Amber watched as the screen cut to the pool side. The first swimmers all climbed up to the starting blocks, bent down with their arms touching the bottom of the blocks. The starting bleep sounded and the race started.
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"Did you see? Did you see what I did?" Demi said to Deen James with a huge smile on her face as she climbed out of the practise pool where she'd been winding down.
Deen grinned broadly, "I didn't miss a moment."
Demi stretched to full height making her even taller than Deen, he handed her a towel and she started to dry her hair.
"How long is it before the final?" Deen asked watching how beautiful and alive Demi looked when her eyes were sparkled with excitement.
"Oh gosh, I've actually no idea! I thought we had so little chance of making it to the final that I didn't check," Demi gasped.
Deen grinned getting caught up with Demi's enthusiasm, "We'd best find out then."
They both turned when they heard Tara's questioning voice, "What did you do to her last night?"
Deen shifted uneasily like a naughty school boy, there was no way he was going to admit what he did with Demi last night. That would get them both into a lot of trouble. How could he tell Demi's trainer that he took her for coffee then they somehow both ended up at Demi's apartment in the Olympic Village? There he had subjected her to about six orgasms and probably some of the roughest sex she'd ever experienced in her entire life. Deen flashed a look at Demi, but she was still smiling and towelling her hair. Just thinking about how she looked as he slapped her and taunted her last night caused his cock to stiffen in his jeans. She'd been incredible and taken everything he gave her. He'd even surprised himself by going easy on her he knew he should have just ass fucked her, that's what he'd been paid to do, but she was just too tempting and when he found her wet, how could he not take the opportunity to explore even more.
"Nothing," Deen lied obviously.
To Deen's surprise Tara laughed explosively.
"Nothing my ass, whatever you did to her last night can you do a bit more of it please?" Tara said. Deen's mouth dropped open in response but before he could comment Tara turned her attention to Demi.
"That was an amazing swim, where did you find the speed?" Tara asked apparently still shocked at how much Demi had improved over 24 hours.
Demi smiled proudly, then she shrugged, "I dunno coach, I just felt alive this morning and from the moment I jumped in the pool I just felt like I could do anything."
"Well you did, you single-handedly got the team into the final this afternoon. You have about two hours before then so I want you to get out of that speed suit, into your training suit, do twenty minutes in the pool, warm down properly and then Mr James can do whatever it is that he does."
Demi grinned, "Sounds great coach, that ok with you Mr James?"
Deen looked at Tara, then at Demi, he could already feel his cock stirring as his mind jumped ahead. When he looked back at Tara she was already walking in the opposite direction.
"Want to come and watch me change into my training suit?" Demi asked reaching out for Deen's hand.
"What's so special about your training suit?" Deen asked as Demi pulled him towards the athletes changing area.
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"See? It doesn't squash me as much as the racing suits do, so Tara thinks that if I train in these old suits then I'll be able to build up the power of my strokes," Demi said after sliding the straps of her shiny black Nike one piece swimsuit into place. She now felt super confident stripping and showing him everything she had to offer. She could tell that Deen was aroused, the way he was sitting, the way he was breathing. She loved the effect that she had on him. "This one is my favourite, I love the way that it shines and clings to me," she added, whilst running both of her hands down the sides of her body.
"I think it looks incredible on you," Deen said with a cheeky grin, "It gives me all sorts of ideas"
"I like the sound of that," Demi grinned whilst wondering what Deen planned to do with her, she'd already had quite the education from him. She had never experienced anything like him, she'd never indulged in anything kinky or rough before, he was amazing. Her right breast was still sore, and she was fairly certain her pussy hadn't returned back to normal after he'd been firmly imbedded in it. Even the aches in her muscles were pleasant reminders of a great evening.
"What sort of thing do you have in mind?" she couldn't stop herself from asking.
"Now that would be telling," Deen said with a big playful smile, "After all I'm fairly certain your coach just told me I could do with you whatever I wanted to."
"Well you should probably do as she says," Demi said moving closer to him. "It would be very wrong to go against her wishes, she can be quite determined."
Deen grinned as he moved towards her. Demi smiled and side stepped him.
"I need to swim my practise lengths first; you can wait twenty minutes for me can't you? You could use the time thinking of ways to punish me for leaving you here all turned on."
Deen grinned "Since when did you get so sure of yourself?" he tried making a move for her again but she side stepped that also.
Demi winked, "Maybe it was after a certain someone beat my tits mercilessly last night and I realised I loved every moment," she said as she walked towards the exit towards the pool. Her heart was pounding fast, her pussy was also beginning to plus with excitement, what punishment would she endure later?
Deen smiled softly, "Is that why your swimming was so good this morning?"
"Oh Deen, I feel so driven now, I probably shouldn't say this, but when I was in the pool I was thinking about you. I wanted to show you what I could do. I've been so confused over the last year, I've been pulled in different directions by my coach, my agents, team GB, the media, I've been trying to please everyone and it has been terrible no one has been happy, but right now for some reason all I want to do is please you it doesn't matter what all the others think." Demi took a deep breath it felt good to tell him this, a weight had been lifted from her shoulders and he was the reason.
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