Lucy puled her self together, and made her way to class. Throughout class everyone she saw just added a little more to the excitement she was feeling. The athletes she saw caused her to burn with desire. She wished she could go get Angie, and have a little fun, but she was busy, and while Lucy could just use the Dictaphone she didn’t want to get into the habit of using it for ever little thing. She would rather use it for ether big things or in case of emergencies and try and solve the smaller problems herself. So she was stuck with only eye candy, not that that was a bad thing, and wait for after tonight’s game to have her fun with Angie.
As the day passed everywhere she looked Lucy saw nothing but walking wet dreams. Throughout the day she became more and more excited and horny. She had itch she had to scratch. She tried to ignore it, but it seemed as though she had a never ending motor inside her, and with each piece of flesh she saw attached to another beauty of the school the more it revved up. By lunch time there was no fighting that inch anymore. She was going to have to take care of it herself. She only needed something to push her over the top. As she was thinking of what she could use for inspiration a sudden idea came to her. This was a sports school now they surely had just about every sporting event this school probably ever competed in. She just needed to find a archive of sorts, then she could not only she her Angie in action to get ready for tonight’s game but also be able to get rid of this itch.
Somewhere in the back of her mind it was telling her in the trophy room be a place for her to watch old footage. She went across the campus to where she knew the trophy hall to be. When she arrived she saw it looked more like a stadium then a little hall. The place was huge. As she walked in she saw that the entrance room and most likely every other room was full to the brim with trophies, awards, poster, pictures, plagues and all sorts of other memorabilia. As she walked in she wondered where to go when she was interrupted. “Hey Lucy. I wondered if you would be stopping by today. Video room five down the hall is already setup for you. Have fun.” A well dress woman said as she walked by. She had the school’s team logo embossed on her business suit.
“Um..thanks” Lucy said as she walked towards the indicated room. She realized that this is obviously something she does regularly. When Lucy got to the room she found a nice size room with a projector connected to a computer and a VCR/DVD/Blue-ray player. All around the room was all sorts of team posters from various years. In a nice stack was a stack of disc and tapes. There was also shelves across the wall holding many more tapes and discs. Lucy sat down dropping her skirt ready to enjoy the show. An few hour into the show had her calmed down enough to wait for tonight’s fun with Angie. Watching the videos showed her two things. First that Angie starred for more then just the basketball team but also for just about every other team in the school. Included in the tapes was a few highlight reels that showed that. The second thing she learned was that it wasn’t as exciting as she thought it would be. It still excited her, and she hit her peak a more then a few times over the last few hours. But it wasn’t as good as she expected, and she knew what was missing. There was no competition. As exciting as it was to watch the domination, it was like watching adult’s playing with kids and not holding back, and that was just the rest of the team. When Angie played calling it massacre would be putting it gently. She may not know everything about sports, but even she knew that getting shut out in a basketball game was beyond sad, and it happened more then once. There was one game on the tape that had the game called in the first half. Going by the short intro before the very short game. The blow out came from a combination of the coach letting Angie not hold back on her strength combine with some not so smart remarks made by the other team before the game started. By the end of the first minute the score was 42 to nothing. Whoever even touched the ball on the other team was bummed rushed by Angie. It wasn’t long before they just gave it to her to keep from getting hurt. When a timeout was called after 7 minutes it was hard to tell if it was embarrassment by the score, 155-0, or fear of being hurt after watching 1 teammate limp off the court and five being carried off that led to the whole team refusing to get back on the court. While all the games hadn’t been that one sided, all of them were one sided. It excited Lucy for a little while but seemed to taper off after a while. She had the perfect idea of how to throw a little more excitement and energy into this and that was to create a rival. Not a rival school but a rival school of equal standing with this one. It was the perfect plan. Lucy pulled out the Dictaphone and said into it...
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