Olympic athletes tend to have a fire, and Lolo Jones is no exception. The hot track star is serious about everything she does. She trains seriously, competes seriously, and enjoys herself seriously when she is not competing. Never more so than when she competes in international competitions such as the Olympics.
The Olympic Village is filled with young, hormonal athletes. When they're not competing, they have lots of energy to release. Sex is everywhere in the Village if you want it.
Lolo Jones looked around the Olympic Village. She walked slowly back to her quarters through the Beijing night. Now as she sat outside her quarters, some of the US swimmers passed by.
"Hi Lolo," said Ryan Lochte.
"Hi."
"You look down. "
"Yeah," said Lolo.
"We're having a little party at our quarters," Ryan said. "It might be just the thing for you."
"No, I'll be fine," said Lolo. She turned to enter her quarters. She plopped herself down on her bed. Lolo sat quietly for a few minutes, just contemplating the events of the day. Suddenly, she stood up.
"You know, maybe Ryan's right," Lolo said to herself. "Maybe I should go have some fun." She smiled. Still in her running shorts and sports bra, Lolo walked out her door and over to where the swimmers stayed. She knocked.
"Hi, Lolo," said Michael Phelps, still in his swim trunks.
"Hi. Came for the party."
"Welcome, Michael said. "Just one thing, though."
"What?"
"You're going to need to lose the sports bra."
"Huh?"
"You're going to have to take off your sports bra. It's the dress code. You might want to take off the shorts too, but that's optional." Lolo shook her head and turned away.
A few feet away, she turned again.
"What the hell?" Lolo said to herself. "I'm already signed up for a nude shot." She smiled. She walked back to the swimmers' quarters. She knocked again. Again Michael answered.
"OK," Lolo said, and she whipped off her sports bra.
"Come on in," said Michael. "Just drop it in this bin. It's where all the girls are putting them." Lolo dropped her sports bra in the bin.
"Welcome!" said Ryan. Lolo looked around. She looked around. There was Amy Acuff, wandering around completely naked. Lolo shook her head. She knew Amy liked to be naked. She had agreed to do a Playboy spread.
There was the softball team. All the girls were running around topless, and several were entirely naked. Many of the guys were naked, too. Lolo smiled.
"Hey, Lolo," said Ryan. "Go get yourself a drink." He nodded towards the corner of the room. Lolo smiled.
"Thanks." She got herself a drink.
Lolo danced to a few songs, her boobs bouncing as she did. She made sure her drink never ran out. After a few songs, she ran into Amy.
"Come on, Lolo, join in the fun," she said. Lolo slipped off her shorts and provocatively tossed them in the bin. Naked, she walked to the bar and got a refill.
As Lolo bellied up to the bar, she felt someone brushing against her. "Looking good, Lolo," Ryan whispered.