Coaching college club lacrosse isn't glamorous. The pay is negligible, the hours are long and you are essentially working for your players who can turn on you and fire you. I made the best of it by creating a few unofficial perks for myself. I asked a few influential parents and alumni to start a stipend fund for me, broke the club sport guidelines and attended some of the players parties and generally tried not to take coaching the team too seriously. I like to have fun also and used to party pretty hard when I played college club lacrosse. However, the absolute best perk I have is our team scorekeeper, Wendy.
The players paid a team manager and a scorekeeper each season. By tradition, they were girls who hung out with the guys, affectionately termed lacrossetitutes. I decided that the team should advertise the scorekeeper job in the student newspaper to boost our potential pool and then I talked to two trusted players and told them that I hoped that they would select some hotties and that I wanted to meet the 4 or 5 finalists and make the final selection. As the sport has grown at the college club level in recent years, fan attendance has also grown and now our team gets hundreds if not a thousand fans out to big games. That helps create more celebrity on campus for our team and the players definitely benefit socially. In simple terms, there are a lot more hot chicks who want to get some lacrosse dick in their tight crease than when I played.
I let the two captains do all the initial scorekeeper screening. For a student, being the lacrosse team scorekeeper is a sweet gig. The scorekeeper gets a $5000 stipend and travel paid for. The captains did everything, interviewed the applicants, picked finalists and then explain to the finalists the expectations they had for the scorekeeper. All five turned out to be lax chicks, and all were pretty cute or hot. The guys gave me a list of the five, complete with rankings and Facebook head shots.
I met with all five in the rec sports center and couldn't decide right away. The guys invited Amber, Traci and Krista over to their house for a party the next night and I decided to show up for a while. When I attended these player-hosted parties, I got there early and I usually left before it got too late and I might be a witness to late-night team rule violations or generally dumb things that college students do when drunk. As the guys finalized the party set up and tapped the keg, Amber walked in to pre-party with two of the players. She was dressed up for the party in tight-fitting skinny jeans, a one-shoulder yellow and white top and 6" high yellow ankle boots. The guys poured her a big solo cup of donkey punch - nicknamed because it has a kick you don't see coming until too late, and left us alone to talk.
Amber and I struck up a conversation and she quickly turned it to the score keeper position.
"I really hope you guys pick me to be scorekeeper. But they said you haven't made a decision yet." She said. "I really want to do it. I told the guys I would do a great job as the score girl. I did it in high school. They said you get to make the final decision and that you might need convincing." Amber said quickly before finishing her cup of punch in gulps. "I know a lot about lacrosse, and I know how to keep score and collect all the stats." Amber repeated as she reached for the plastic pitcher and poured herself another donkey punch.
"If I get picked, I have a friend, Megan, who wants to help too and she doesn't expect to be paid or anything. She just likes being around the team." Amber said as she quickly drained half of her second glass.
"How many girls is it down to?" she said as she looked at me.
"You have good odds, I think the captains narrowed it down to five." I said. "We are meeting tomorrow, so tonight is your chance to impress us with your indispensable skills."
"What do you mean, my indispensable skills? I want to keep score and stats for the team, so me and Megan have a reason to hang out with hot guys."
"Do you know Kendra and Wendy? They are are coming tonight also." I said.
"Yea, I know them. Wendy comes to all these parties. She is the brunette with the tiny lax sticks around her ankle. Someone said each one is for a lax player she's fucked, but it's not true because her whole calf would be covered." Amber said with a laugh as she downed the last of her second glass and refilled her red solo cup with more.
"She has a reputation?" I said, trying to keep the conversation going. Amber took a big gulp of the punch, then leaned in close, to share a secret
"She's a total laxtitute." Amber declared, "A much bigger one than me." she said into my ear
"Amber, how much do you want to score on our lacrosse team this season." I asked.
"A lot. I could use the money and I want to be your score girl.", she said, looking at me sincerely, "Don't pick Wendy, she won't do as good a job. I'll take it seriously. I want to do it bad." she said.
"Let's see just how badly you want it. If I made the final decision, would you show me your tits to get picked." I asked.
"Sure, for $5 K. Yea, you could see my tits."
"Would you peel off your jeans and undies?" I continued.
"Yea, for 5K. I'm not wearing undies though, these jeans show panty lines." she said.
I took the opportunity to put an arm around her waist and feel her ass. "Nice."
"Thanks. I like a clean look." she said. I was buzzed from the shots I did when I first arrived so I was a little bold.
" Would you blow me Amber?" I said into her ear, "To be the score girl, would you give me head?" I said and gave her ass a firm squeeze and caressed the bottom curve in her jeans. She didn't pull away.
"Once? Or like all the time." She said as she looked up at me.
"All the time, Amber. Anytime I tell you to. For 5K, will you do what I tell you all season long?" I asked.
"I don't think so. I don't think I can do that." she said quietly with disappointment in her voice.
"Then you probably won't be the score girl this year, Amber." I said and walked away. I liked to mess with the girls that hung out a lot with the team. They usually knew I was messing with them. In this case I was half serious. As a first year coach and a horny guy in his mid 30's, I really would like to fuck Amber's sparkling, pink-glossed lips with my cock. She had a pretty face, smallish nose and bright green eyes and kept her long hair medium blonde and lightened up with lots of highlights that gave it depth and made you want to run your fingers through it. A few of the girls that hung out around the team really were DTF with just about any of the players, others were loyal girlfriends or not really anything more than girls who liked lax. I didn't really know where Amber fit, but I didn't think of her as a hardcore laxtitute. I left her, with her mouth agape and walked into the kitchen.
I found the team captains talking to Kendra and Wendy and Roxy. All three were looking hot in little minidresses. Roxy looked the sexiest in a skin-tight blue dress that showed off her slim, tight body and shimmering silver, party-girl heels that must have been 6" high with 2" platforms. I stood up right next to her toned body Roxy looked like she was already buzzed from pre-partying with Wendy. Roxy put her hand on my shoulder, kissed my cheek.
"Hi coach!" She said. I put my hand on her ass as she kissed me and since she didn't move away, I kept it on her slim hip.
"Have you picked a score girl yet? Is it me?" She said?
"Not yet, soon." I said.
"Who should I blow to be picked?" Wendy joked, not aware of what I had just said to Amber.
"Wendy, you already HAVE blown everyone. If that was the way it worked, you would be score girl already." Mike said as we laughed.
"Not true, I haven't blown coach yet and tried blowing you but I couldn't find your tiny dick." Wendy said, teasing.
"Wendy, your throat was full of my cock on Tues, in the library. Remember?" Mike said, teasing her or maybe recounting a real event as we all chuckled.
Roxy took hold of my arm, lets go coach, I'll give you a good one and be your score girl." She teased.
"Just one? Roxy, with this team, coach is going to want regular relief of his frustration. Better plan on wearing knee pads." Wendy said as she giggled.
"I'd offer to be your score girl, but you know you can have me anytime coach." Wendy said and smiled. I couldn't tell if she was serious or making fun with me so I left it there.