Wendy wasn't in a hurry to go downstairs. To leave and get to her first game, sure, but not to go downstairs. She had put on a comfortable pair of underwear and a sports bra under her deep purple tracksuit. The second to last thing she wanted that day was to wear something uncomfortable after the game. Going downstairs was the last thing she wanted. To waste time she unzipped her hoodie and looked at the piercing bumps on the bra and decided she didn't want to bother taking them out or hiding them. She figured she might as well be a walking scandal as always when going downstairs.
Waiting in the kitchen, not for her of course, just waiting, were her parents. They seemed to have been talking about something when she came down.
Wendy tried to engage with them. "What were you talking about?"
"Oh, nothing," her mother replied politely.
"Well, I have my first game today." Wendy tried to inject enthusiasm instead of sounding annoyed.
"That's nice," her mother commented, again in the same polite tone Wendy felt people used on visiting children they wanted to ignore.
"Whatever." Wendy just felt too defeated to engage anymore and turned to leave, pausing only to grab her equipment case on her way out the door.
****
Ceph was regretting having spent the night with Julie. Well, not so much the night, but waking up with her already dressed and raring to go four hours earlier than they needed to be. Now he had been dragged along to the arena without enough sleep thanks to how much energy Julie needed to burn with him the night before; he sat yawning in the hallway while she paced in the low gravity.
Julie was thankful Ceph had come over the night before. The few men in her building available at the time couldn't last long enough to wear her down enough for sleep that she finally called him over to finish the job. He had arrived while she was in the shower trying to at least show him the courtesy of washing the other men off or out of her. It had worked; she got to sleep, but the moment she woke up, she was back to full energy. She looked at Ceph feeling a bit bad about how tired he was going to be for his first game and thought about how she too might very well crash at some point.
"I should have just let you sleep, shouldn't I?" Julie asked.
"Last night or this morning?" Ceph joked with a smile. "Last night was a blast and the only thing I didn't like about this morning was you getting dressed before waking me up."
"Sorry." Julie smiled and decided he probably didn't need to know she had to get dressed to hook up with the neighbours who answered her early morning texts. "I'm just worried I'm going to be exhausted later."
Ceph looked at his device. "We got time. The medical room has cots, I bet. Let's go have a power nap."
Julie sighed; she knew he was right. "Just don't do anything to turn me on, or else I'm gonna ride you the whole time and not stop till the game starts."
The eyes on Ceph's face went wide open for the first time that morning. "Well damn, that's a tall order."
****
Kimiko powered off her vibe and relaxed. Slowly she turned the shower off and stepped out to dry herself off. She muted the playback of her girlfriend Mustang eating her out that she had made the night before but kept it playing. Getting ready early in the day was easier than normal because she was the only one not sleeping in. Her family would show up much later at the actual game time to watch her but at the moment she had the bathroom to herself.
She was sad to turn off the playback but knew she had to go. After getting dressed she grabbed her gear and went out the door to take the elevator down. It was exciting to finally be playing and not practising the game. She wondered what Mustang was doing with the video of her returning the favour between her girlfriend's legs.
Watching Kimiko leave her apartment, and the video of her slurping the ponygirl now pleasuring her in the same way, the woman smiled. Looking down at the leather pony mask as it moved between squeezing thighs, she imagined Kimiko doing it to her like in the video.
The woman pulled the head up by the leather ears. "Be sure to call her after the game and see what she is in the mood for. No pressure for sex, just keep your device on like usual, but if she's in the mood then take her to the viewing box. The Bull arranged for us to have it for the game and set it up so I can view things privately."
"Yes, Mistress. I will prepare her for you," replied Mustang before being shoved back into place as she too listened to the sound of her pleasure in the video.
"It's always tricky to transition a woman into service. We don't need a repeat of what happened when I made you get a divorce. If he wanted to keep you he should have let you breed at my command. This one will need to learn her relationship is with me, not you. All in good time. How are the rings?"
Mustang moaned in pleasure, playing with the wedding bands piercing her nipples and chained to the engagement ring pierced through her clit.
****
Lyta was rudely awakened by the maintenance workers fixing up the landscaping around her building.
Five minutes before her alarm was supposed to go off.
She grumbled and decided to get a sort of revenge by opening the blinds of her window and getting up. She was noticed almost immediately by the men milling about outside. Pretending not to notice, she stretched and stripped out of her nightwear before brushing her hair.
Diana shoved the man back into the bedroom as her daughter's door opened early.
"Why did they start with the hedge trimmers so early?" Lyta asked, holding her housecoat closed since it wasn't worth tying up.
"I didn't even know they had electric tools that loud. I will talk with the super." Diana was relieved that her daughter hadn't remembered how soundproof their windows were.
"You have the site where our game will be listed right?" Lyta asked as she cut through the kitchen to get a cinnamon roll.
Diana coaxed the man she had tried to get out the window behind her so he could get out the front door without being seen. "Of course."
"All right, I am going to have a shower before I go." Lyta came about since the kitchen wasn't on the way to the shower no matter how much she wanted to justify it.
Her mother was relieved at the swiftness of the man who had taken the opportunity of Lyta facing the tasty treats to get behind the couch so he was out of the hall when Lyta came back. "Enjoy."
As Lyta disappeared down the hall munching brekfast, Diana unceremoniously shoved the man out the front door and made a note in her device next to his contact information. 'Swift and stealthy, 8/10 Sex, Call again.'
Lyta didn't hear a thing as she went to the bathroom for her shower. It didnt take long for the workers to come around and watch some more as Lyta showered with the glass fogging turned off and did some basic makup. Only then did she get dressed and take her equipment case with her out the door.
Outside Lyta walked by the working men while she carried her case. They approached her smiling.
"Nice show, girlie. I got something else big and hard for you to carry," one taunted while referring to her case.
"Shame you woke me up early, now you have to carry your blue balls all day. Suck your own fucking dicks." Lyta gave them the finger as she got in a car and left.
****
Todd was watching Devona on her stream while she in turn watched Trissta on the big screen seeing a client. Of course, he was the only one who knew who she was watching. She had told everyone her friend was getting laid and set up a camera for her to watch but apologized that she couldn't show it. Nobody who mattered seemed to mind only seeing Devona with her larger breasts pleasuring herself with a toy in her bed.
It annoyed him that the bedroom Trissta had chosen had an ideal mounting point for a camera outside her window but it was blocked by a colourful stained-glass sheet designed to diffuse light into the room. He could tell things were moving but there was nothing he could make out; he brought back the camera once he realized she kept it there all the time.
Devona set up her own cameras so he never really needed to set his own for her. Besides, her window had nothing he could set his camera on to look through. So it was a moot point given the only time she wasn't streaming was when she was doing things that weren't worth seeing at any rate.
Regardless, the show was relaxing after suddenly having to fly three drones away from the house of the redhead when workmen showed up. The show her mother had put on had been fun but having to make sure nobody saw his drones leave was nerve-wracking even with the workers pausing to stare through the redhead's window. That didn't surprise him, he liked what he saw as well, but he had to take advantage of her distraction to move his drones. Now he was going to have to replace them at some point. Manually in some cases, since hiding in the shrubs is easier to get out of than get into when you are trying to hide them after so they wont be noticed.
****
Trissta slowly became aware of herself again. She laid on her bed for a few minutes before yanking off the sheets and tossing them in the cleaning bin. Leaving her room, she opened the door she had set up with Devona to separate the entryway from the main apartment. Her bedroom door was right next to the front door and it had taken some time to find one with a layout like it.
"That was fucking fantastic." Devona moaned, still laying on her bed as naked as her roommate.
Trissta looked at the tiny light on the wall that indicated she was offline. "Glad you had fun. What did he do to my tits? They are fucking sore!"
"After getting a good titty fuck from your hands squeezing them on his cock, he got you on your back and mauled them while pumping into you. I think mine are finally ready to be used as handles." Devona jiggled her breasts, still getting used to their new size.
