The Captain's Girl part II
Author's Note: Welcome to the second entry to The Captain's Girl trilogy.
Thanks for reading!
XOXO,
Tails
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Katie Thompson grew up playing ice hockey, so it was a no-brainer to join the beer league team when she moved two years ago. Ben Hughes was the star forward for a smaller collegiate program. The team is on a road trip for a seasonal tournament when the consequences of their post-game hookup finally catch up to them.
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Katie was fuming. Two weeks. That's how long Ben had gone on like everything was normal. That's how long it had been since her captain had claimed her in the locker room. 'You're special,' he had said, just before draining his balls onto her bare chest. She hadn't been able to get the image of Ben out of her head since then, nor the feeling of his seed from her memory. She had taken a second shower afterwards and left the facility hoping to find Ben in his car, to talk about what happened, but the captain was gone.
Even more infuriating to Katie was just how good Ben had fucked her. He had brought her to a peak of pleasure that she hadn't experienced from any man before. Even worse? Katie couldn't replicate the feeling with her array of toys, and it wasn't for lack of effort. Nothing had been able to compete with her captain's cock. Her body's longing was nothing short of a betrayal.
Across two games, and the 6-hour drive they'd just finished, Ben had managed to utter only a single word to her: "Hello." Where he got the gall to ignore her was beyond Katie. Well, if he wanted to ignore her, that was fine. She would make him pay attention.
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It was tradition for the 99ers to have a team dinner and drinks the night before a tournament, and this was no exception. The team would be meeting in the lobby in a half hour, leaving Katie little time to finish dressing.
She stood in front of the mirror, considering her plan. It was a terrible idea, born of desperation and jealousy. Katie sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. Her fair skin was marked with bruises on her legs and scars from various occasions. Katie's chest was contained by an intricate violet bra, its lacy cups managing to give her a respectable amount of cleavage. A matching thong covered her slit. Katie sighed, beginning to reconsider her plot, as her phone buzzed.
Ben Hughes, to the team chat. "Car Assignments."
Ben had assigned them to different cars again. The captain couldn't bear to share a car with her. That pushed Kaite fully into her scheme. She swiped the messenger app closed, as well as the camera and camera roll. They had served their purpose over the last hour.
She pulled on a plain pair of black leggings and the off-white sweater that she had tossed to the bed earlier. "Puck off" was written in a curvy script across the chest. Thirty minutes later, she was on her way to dinner.
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Katie made sure that she had been sitting next to Pat in the car. The six-and-a-half foot defenseman towered over her, and looked downright silly sitting in the back seat of a sedan. They shared a car with three others, meaning one of them would need to sit in what the guys liked to call "Bitch Seat." Normally Katie would protest, but she volunteered to take the middle seat.
"It just makes sense," she conceded, feigning defeat, "I mean, I AM smaller than all of you."
It was true. Even among the other ladies, she was the smallest. Pat, on the other hand, was the largest on the team. Ironically, that didn't translate to skill. Katie was among the more skilled forwards, while Pat's biggest skill was his size. Well, that, and that he was Ben's best friend.
"Cozy," Katie remarked sarcastically as she struggled to find enough space between Pat and Josie, another forward.
"You're a better person than me, girl," Josie mused. "I would have fought tooth and nail to sit anywhere else."
Katie shrugged. "It's no big deal to me."
Pat grunted towards Katie. "Can you move over?"
This earned an eyebrow raise from Josie. "To where?"
Katie shifted, intentionally leaning towards Pat. "Sorry, Pat. At least it's a short ride."
"Hmph." Pat grumbled, returning his attention to his phone.
The seven minute car ride seemed to take forever. Five of six traffic lights were red, but it gave Katie more time to work. She made sure her leg was contacting Pat's the whole way. Whenever they turned, Katie made a point of 'falling' into Pat.
"Sorry," Katie said, "Nothing to hold on to here."
Pat barely acknowledged her, but that didn't matter. As they neared the diner, Katie rested a hand on Pat's thigh. He jumped like someone had shocked him.
"Whatcha watching?" Katie asked the defenseman, letting her hand linger for a moment longer than necessary.
"Oh, uhh, hockey," Pat angled the screen towards Katie. The man was indeed watching hockey. Some twenty-year-old influencer was demonstrating trick shots.
"Beers on me if you pull one of those off tomorrow," Katie laughed. That earned a smile from a normally stoic Pat.
"Hell yeah, I'll go in on that!" Josie cheered from my right.
"Let's shake on it, then," Katie insisted, offering her hand to Pat. The big defenseman shook her hand firmly. His grip was too tight, perhaps not used to handling something as tiny as Katie's fragile hand.
"Hope you're ready, girls," Pat taunted, "You're going to be buying beers all night."
Josie and Katie laughed, earning another smile from Pat.
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Katie's car arrived at the diner a couple minutes before the other cars. Once they were shown to their table, Katie made sure she was sitting across from Pat at the end of one of the tables, and watched for Ben to walk in. The captain sauntered into the diner with the remainder of the team shortly after. He claimed the seat right next to the defenseman. One of the team's couples, Wren and Gordon, sat to Katie's left. 'Good,' she thought. They'd be too busy with each other to notice her shenanigans.
The team engaged in the typical pre-tournament conversations, discussing opponents and making friendly bets. Katie did her best to contribute, but her mind was elsewhere. Ben, sitting five feet away from her, had once again failed to acknowledge her. Hand under the table, Katie sent a text that had been queued since the hotel. She heard the buzzzzzz of Pat's phone vibrating on the table.
Pat turned his phone over, glanced at her name on the screen, and met Katie's eyes curiously. Katie met his gaze and winked. Pat's face reddened as he opened her text under the table and viewed the selfie she had sent. The image started at her exposed neck, ending just above her navel. Katie had taken the hem of her sweater in her teeth, holding it high enough to display the violet undergarment that proudly supported her chest.
"You good," Ben scanned Pat's face. Pat nodded, hastily hiding his phone under his leg. Katie suppressed a smirk as she sent the next one: a shot of her cupping a breast in one hand. Violet lace peeked between her fingers.
"What's your favorite color?" Katie addressed Pat innocently, as her teammate dared to glance at his phone again.
"Oh, uhh, purple," he stammered. Ben turned, confused.
"I thought it was green?" Ben asked, the closest thing to a response she had gotten from him.
"I guess I don't really have one," Pat said nonchalantly, daring to glance down at his phone as it buzzed again.
No sweater this time, bra tugged down to expose her nipples. Pat shifted in his seat.
"Excuse me," the defenseman pardoned himself, "Gotta go to the bathroom."
Katie took the opportunity to fire off the next few pictures, a series of mirror selfies. Her phone in front of her face, Katie stood in front of the oversized bathroom mirror wearing nothing but her thong. One shot simply showed her standing before the mirror. Another had Katie's hip turned to exhibit the curve of her backside. The next was a selfie. Katie sat on the counter, her back to the mirror and her feet on the cold countertop. Her legs were spread and her free hand dipped just underneath the lacy waist of her thong.
Pat returned a minute later, still looking flustered.
Dinner went on without excitement. Katie would take a moment to send another tease to Pat, who would continue to sneak peeks at his phone. It was difficult for Katie to read Pat's face. Obviously he was intrigued, why else would he continue to glance at his screen every time it buzzed?
By the time they were ready to leave, Katie had sent a dozen surprises and caught Pat eyeing her with a strange look in his sharp blue eyes.
On the way to the car, Katie felt him slide into step next to her. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Careful, girlie," Pat warned. His voice was a low rumble, like the clap of thunder before a storm. It was powerful, yet not threatening. Katie side-eyed Ben's best friend.
"I know what I'm doing," she promised, her voice a smooth and practiced song. It left an unspoken question hanging between the pair.
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The bar across from the hotel was too loud for conversation in groups larger than two or three, so they ended up in several small clusters. After two drinks, Katie ran back into Pat at the bar.
"Hey," she called over the din. "I think that's one of the other teams."
