Huge clouds of steam bloomed and swayed in the air above her. They formed strange, floating continents that were in a constant state of flux and reform. Meena stared at them, her mind empty, her body boiled free of sore muscles and aching bruises. Only when the waterlogged corpse of a paperback floated past her head did she realise that she had fallen asleep in the bath again.
She shrugged, noting with delight that the dull pain in her shoulder from when their big number four had dragged her to the ground in the penalty area was already beginning to abate. Oh well, another trashy novel lost to the waters of the hot tub - she had to learn to stop reading in the bath. She fished the book out with two fingers, which was mostly unnecessary since it wasn't going to get any wetter, and dropped it over the side onto the tiles.
This new sports centre wasn't all that bad, she reflected, resettling her washcloth over her eyes and reclining once again. As the star striker for her team if she had been a guy this bath would have been five times the size and she'd be driving a Porsche home. But despite her team climbing up the league, she was still on a semi-pro level; and while occasionally they played games at the huge stadium across town, most of their games took place in this newly constructed sports-centre-cum-mini-stadium. The team couldn't all climb in the bath together after a match, they had to do it in shifts, and while the council had laid on exclusive changing rooms and showers for them, there were still some no-mark non-league teams who were allowed to play here and use the other facilities. It had been mostly built to support their team though, and that was a nice advance in attitudes.
The disparity between men's and women's football did annoy Meena at times, but never to the point of distraction. Women's football was getting more popular, she got paid to play it, and she got to relax in this bath long after everyone else had gone home. Nothing to complain about there.
Meena shifted the washcloth slightly and peered into the clouds around her. She couldn't see the clock for all this steam, what time was it anyway? She couldn't have been sleeping long considering how hot the water still was. Then again, it had been virtually scalding when she got in. Probably whatever time it was, it was time to get out. She was properly cooked.
Meena sat up in the water, stretching her arms up and out, before bringing them together and wringing out her washcloth. She stood and stretched again for a moment, letting the water run off her slender, trim physique. She was in perfect form right now. She needed to be. Barely an ounce of excess weight clung to her frame, although happily the heavy curve of her large breasts remained undiminished. She worked out every day, building muscle mass; and ate a strict diet dictated by the team's nutritionist (also their reserve goalie, but hey! They had a nutritionist!).
She couldn't resist a little vanity over the way the water found its little routes down her body: over the round swell of the breasts that made a sports-bra a must, down the flat belly that had just the faintest trace of muscle definition and into the tiny, trimmed wedge she had left of her bush. All she needed was the time to meet a guy, she thought with a chuckle.
Meena reached for her towel and as she turned, arm outstretched, reaching up to the hook, the door opened.
The room had felt so warm, enclosed and safe with all the steam. But the steam had only been waiting for an escape hatch, and as the door was firmly jerked open it fled out into the hallway, giving Meena nothing to hide behind. She froze, one foot in the bath, one on the ledge, astonished, stark naked and dripping wet as two pairs of eyes stared back at her. This was so ludicrous, so unbelievable that she couldn't even move to cover herself.
The faces of the two men (almost naked but with the advantage of towels knotted around their waists and no breasts to worry about) were equally stunned. They weren't leering, or lecherous, they were just as astonished to see her as she was to see them. Their eyes however, couldn't help sweeping over her dark caramel skin; trying to cover her slim, sporty body, her perky, succulent breasts, the black hair that lay above her hidden opening, as quickly as possible.
"Oh my God!" Meena broke the silence, with a shrill yell, "What the fuck?! What the hell are you guys doing? Get out!" Her body came back to life and she snatched her towel from the hook and pressed it to her body. The two men - one a brick wall with a lantern jaw hung on it, the other lean, athletic and unshaven - span around, not quite obeying her order. They faced back into the corridor, but didn't exit, filling the door. They both started apologising as fast as they could.
"Oh God, I'm sorry, we just..."
"We weren't trying to spy on you or... We honestly didn't know..."
"... Can't apologise enough for..."
"... Sorry that we saw what we... well not sorry but... I mean so sorry!"
"Shut up! Just... you guys don't knock or anything?" Meena cut their stream of apologies off as she hopped out of the bath and quickly started drying herself, staring sorely at their bare backs. Her white towel scrubbed quickly between her legs, then over the smooth, brown skin of her perfect backside.
"We thought all you girls had gone home! Your match finished hours ago, everyone else left!" the big guy explained, one hand on his towel, the other running through his sandy hair in a kind of panic. They were scared? Of course! If Meena kicked up enough fuss about this then whatever crappy Sunday League team they played for could be banned from using this place!
"So?" she cried, half dry and already pulling on her thick, white robe, "We have priority in this stuff, someone should have checked we were done here!"
"Someone... did," the smaller guy answered uncertainly, "I guess he didn't do such a good job."
"No shit," Meena spat, "and why are you still here? Fuck off already!"
"Hey!" the big guy's shoulders tensed a little, "C'mon, it was an honest mistake."
Meena took a deep breath, counted to ten, and released it. This was good practice for that 'attitude problem' her coach was always telling her about. Release, forgive, don't seek vengeance. Especially not with your studs showing. These two seemed apologetic, they weren't pervs. She tried to return to her zen-like bath-state. "Ok, ok, I believe you."
"Thank you," she watched his muscular back relax and couldn't resist spending a couple of moments perving herself. Boy, was he built! 'Broad' seemed somehow inadequate when it came to that granite slab of a back.
"Yeah, we cool?" the short guy's stubble was longer than the buzz-cut on top of his head.
"We're cool," Meena conceded, gathering her things, "Now get out of here for fucks sake!"
The little guy (he was still taller than her, Meena realised, it was just that next to that hulk everyone looked 'little') started to leave, but the big, blonde-topped mountain paused.
"Hey... you aren't Jag's sister, are you?"
"Sorry?" Meena stopped, surprised.
