Erin hadn't been in many girl's locker rooms, but she could tell this one was nice. Someone had been writing the university some very generous checks. She checked her watch and thought for a moment. She had ten minutes until her 'guest' arrived, and maybe thirty before Stace might show up. Plenty of time. She disrobed casually, tossing things about in a way that could be thought of as "carefree".
Despite being a newer facility the ladies shower lacked for private stalls. It was just one big communal shower. If she had to use this shower on a regular basis it might have bothered her, but for what she planned to do it was perfect.
The air was chilly and made her nipples stand to attention. Turning, she faced the entrance and covered her breasts with one arm and genitals with another. She made a face, practicing, and tried to make her voice sound both surprised and afraid.
"My goodness Coach! I didn't realize you would be here!"
She dropped her hands and expression. Erin had never liked Theater and was worried that he wouldn't buy it. Well, he might seriously scare her by accident. Maybe she wouldn't have to act. Well, she'd try if she had to.
She walked around the room, turning shower knobs as she went. Only eight knobs, but that was plenty. The room quickly filled up with steam and moisture. It quickly chased away the chill that had aroused her nipples. Stepping under one of the streams, she began to soap her body, making everything nice and slippery.
Erin wasn't a knock-out, but she was incredibly cute. A short pageboy haircut had given her a newfound innocent look which she liked, since it was a lie. Her chest was capped by a respectable C cup, and her butt. Mmm, the butt was nice. She gave it a slap now to hear it accompany the rushing water.
(She really wanted a shirt with WHO NEEDS TITS printed on the front followed by WHEN YOU HAVE AN ASS LIKE THIS?" on the back.)
She hoped he'd go for the butt. From what Stace had said, he was violent, but not unnecessarily cruel. Erin had pitied her for that; Stace was understandably trying to rationalize her experience. Erin's thoughts on the matter were that given time, he would and probably was unnecessarily cruel. Was there even such a thing as necessarily cruel?
Thump.
It was a small sound, not at the edge of hearing, but thought. She listened. The sounds of the shower dimmed as she tuned her senses. She heard it again, several times in fact. It was the thump-thump-thump of an excited human heart. A heart that was pumping blood towards an erection that would, with luck, be buried inside her within the next few minutes. Erin let her extrasensory perceptions dim.
She slipped a few fingers into her sparsely furred cunt and moaned in a way that wasn't fake at all. The water pounded into her body for a few minutes, untying the vicious knots of daily life, relaxing her, making her feel centered and-
"What the fuck are you doing here? Who the fuck are you?"
The voice was distinctly male and angry. Angry was good, it was stupid. She gave a surprised sounding gasp and jumped, turning to face him, barely remembering to cover herself and look helpless.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" the man asked. He was naked and middle-aged. His hair was on the thin side and he wore the expression of a man who was used to receiving answers when he asked questions; being listened to when he gave a command.
She decided to take a different tack with this. Rather than being the 'oh so helpless naked female', she would just be herself. Belligerent, confident, annoyed at the interruption.
"Um. Taking a shower in the girls locker room? What are you doing here, GUY?"
"I'm Coach Hall, this is my gym, I can go where I want," he said with a smirk. "And you're in my shower. You're in my shower instead of Stacy, did she send you in her place? If she thinks she can wriggle out of her "extra credit" you can tell her she's mistaken."
Erin's eyes had drifted down towards Coach Hall's bobbing cock. Decent looking, like the rest of him. A decent thing put to an ill purpose. A disgrace to penises everywhere.
He looked her over too.
"Though you're not bad, I suppose you can count towards her final grade." He smirked again. The "extra credit" shtick made her want to gag.
"If you lay a hand on me," she warned, uncovering her breasts with one hand to raise an admonishing finger, "you'll be sorry."
He laughed this time, a big throaty laugh that wouldn't have sounded out of place around a dinner table full of jolly relatives. It made her feel dirty despite the cleansing jets of hot water massaging her back.
The laugh ended abruptly as he lunged for her. Powerful hands gripped her wrists and pushed her against the shower wall. Wow he was dumb.
What about my legs you idiot? What stops me from crushing your balls with my knees?
This was almost insulting. She felt perfectly comfortable handling a rapist, but the fact that he had not covered this obvious point of attack against his own person was annoying. If she didn't need his cock and balls intact, it would have been gratifying to kick them up into his intestines. But as things stood now...
Erin stood on tip-toe, braced herself against the wall, and head-butted him on the chin.
Hard.
He gave a "Mwuh?" noise, let go of her hands, and fell backwards onto the shower floor looking dazed.
Erin's head was clear. The impact was jarring, but the pain had faded within a second. She stood over him and pressed one foot against his ball sack in a threatening manner.
"Move, and I crush them." She said, her voice flat. "This can be fun, or it can be painful. Not both."
The Coach's face was distorted in pain, and his hands held his bruised face, eyes firmly locked on her in shocked surprise.
"I'm sorry! Listen, lets just forget this ever happened, OK? This was just a big understanding."
He moved his hands away from his face and spread his palms wide in the universal gesture of someone trying to mollify a crazed psychopath.
She applied a small amount of pressure with her foot. His face contorted in pain and his hands leapt downward to aid his balls. Unfortunately, the sudden contraction of facial muscles was painful, and it confused the hands sufficiently that they hovered for a moment in a kind of protective limbo. They eventually settled on the face, muffling a few reedy cries of testicular pain.
She relented with the foot, stepping off entirely and resting her hands on her hips. Then she began to sway back and forth, sliding those hands over her breasts. Her gaze became lustful, and the coach's cock responded quickly to the girl's change of heart.
Erin's body was covered with water and the room was wreathed in steam. The coach had an excellent view of everything she had to offer. She took a few fingers and spread her lips wide for him to see how pink she was, and then slid a digit inside herself.
His hands had left his face and one was tentatively stroking his engorged cock.
She smiled.
"See? It can be fun when we both play nice. Nice being the key word here Coach."
Erin withdrew the digit and promptly stuck it in her mouth, sucking off her juices quickly before the shower could wash them away. Mmmm, tasty!
