The third installment of the misadventures of the Domina FC football team.
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Relations between the men’s team and women’s had worsened since the loss of the teams three players. As far as the men’s team was concerned they had been forced out over the trifling camera offence and they bitterly blamed the women, even though all of the players involved had kept a well-held silence over the events of that night.
The loss had hit them hard, without three of their best players their form had slumped and they had plummeted down the league. Much to their chagrin The Domna’s had powered to another league victory and the historic cup victory had made them unbearable. They were the first local team, men or women to bring a trophy home and the whole town basked in their glory. The men had to sit back and watch the acclaim showered upon the girls in the sport they once owned.
To rub salt in the wounds the door to their shared changing rooms now read ‘Home of Domina FC’ and the insides were now a brightly painted pink with a large plaque proclaiming the Cup winners in pride of place. The Trophy cabinet held only the awards the women had collected, league winners medals, the cup obviously, and the recently acquired ‘Coach of the Year’ award for Cara. The previous holder of this award had unceremoniously quit his job leaving Cara as the figurehead for the local women’s league.
The crowds had also changed with the times, the ladies’ average attendance now dwarfed the men. A sea of pink now flooded the ground at home games, many of the girls having their own little cheer squad. Much to Emily’s embarrassment, hers was the largest and loudest, very partisan to their favorite. The men’s crowd dwindled away with each disappointing match leaving them in the position of derision and mockery that they once threw at the women.
To coincide with their new prestige their benefactor had released a brand new kit even brighter and more gloriously pink than before and the replica shirts flew out of the club shop whilst the men’s gathered dust. A brand new badge had been designed and passed by the owner and coach and now decorated all the team’s merchandise. The design had created a small storm, consisting of a woman judo throwing a man over her shoulder. A few male dissenters had brought up the issue with the image but it was passed without objection by the female league association. A few of the girls had preferred the other option which involved a woman wearing a strap on but Cara put a stop to that one.
To make matters worse the girls had recently been invited to play a tournament in France and the men were left at home to watch. They were to represent the league as the cup holders and had been ordered to be on their best behavior. The local press and TV covered it intensely, the girls became the real sporting stars of the area and the men couldn’t escape any news of them.
This would intend the ladies to play possibly two games against two french teams, one knockout game, and then if victorious into the final. What the girls did not know was the teams were from different areas of France and one very alike them, a rough working-class team who’d fought hard for their wins. Not the image of the classy sophisticated French women pushovers a few of the girls thought they would be meeting.
For Cara the work had started early, caroling these girls into behaving like grown-ups. Getting them to the coach on time, complete with luggage, passports, and tickets was a herculean task. Several return drop-offs along the way had to be taken for emergency pick-ups.
Making them behave like civilized women grew even harder, in fact at times it felt like an older, hornier version of St Trinians. Cara was acting more like a school teacher by the minute and slowly losing her patience. Constantly confiscating booze and contraband from her petulant hoard ending in quite a collection for the home trip.
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When the team arrived at their rather palatial hotel a stunned silence finally struck the girls to Cara’s immense relief. The team acted demure and ladylike for the waiting Football Association welcoming committee, men of various ages who had organized the competition, and the invitation to participate. A few of the younger men were definitely seen as eye candy by the girls and flirtatious smiles were exchanged.
As soon as the team checked in they reverted to type, the noise levels grew and they ran to their rooms. Most of the girls shared rooms with connecting doors and Cassie and Emily made sure they were together if only to be away from Rhiannon. As much as everybody loved her she was insane, twenty-four-seven of constant activity, and Nadia drew the short straw. Cara slammed her door shut, turned off her phone, and prayed for some vital tranquillity. Not so for the hotel staff who now had to handle the screaming banshees that spilled through the hotel corridors.
The first match had been against a nice middle-class provincial team who spent most of the game crying to the referee for the Dominas strong-arm tactics, as per instruction from Cara. She had commanded strong tackling from the outset claiming they would wilt under the pressure and she had been found correct in her assumption. A four-nil victory had been more of a cakewalk than they had imagined, barely straining them from an average league game.
Most of the French crowd booed the confrontational style but many of the men in attendance were more than impressed by the ladies. The competition administrators congratulated the team on its victory and for gaining a place in the final, shaking the hand of each player and staff member, now satisfied with the invitation offered to the girls.
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Romaine had worked in amateur football since he graduated but had switched to the female association due to the obvious alluring extra-curricula activities. With his hard work, he rose through the ranks and this brought regular contact with female players and he took full advantage of any opportunity. It was also through work that he met his good friend Pascal and their mutual interest in women’s football and more importantly the players.
Neither of the men had ever thought they would ever be in such close contact with so many beautiful athletic women in their life, never mind in such a privileged position to take profit from them. But take advantage they did, they had cut a swathe through many of the players they came across and today they looked forward to the English team. British girls came with quite a reputation for being sexually rapacious and not hard to get, the main reason Romaine had put in the idea of inviting them over to compete.
The boys were not disappointed when they admired them on arrival, checking the ones of interest with each other. The little blonde and the cute short-haired oriental for Romaine and the pretty brunette for Pascal ticked off. Watching them in action made both eager for the final celebratory party where they could make their move.
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So it was into the final against an inner-city team from the suburbs of Paris nicknamed Les Chiennes or as Emily translated the Bitches who had made short work of their semi-final opponents, and the reports back from Cara were they were very strong. When they arrived the girls were surprised to see the all-black team stare them down as they tried to do to them, no lacking in confidence.
The final itself was a brutal affair, fouls, and bookings aplenty and a mass brawl towards the end of full time. Karina had seen one too many fouls on Emily to allow one more and at the next high ball, their center-half took an elbow to the face. As the blood started to flow both teams piled in punches flying, ending with the defender and Karina both sent off.
The game finished level at one-all and the game had to be settled by penalties. When Rhiannon had her penalty saved the game was lost and the girls had to applaud begrudgingly the opposition girls. There was no love lost between them but some amount of respect had been earned by both.
As the girls simmered down in the locker rooms, administering medication to their cuts, bruises, and damaged egos. Cara clapped to get their attention, “Girls don’t be down, we played well. We just came up against a team who did to us what we usually do to them.” Looking them deep in the eyes, “they were hard but they played well so suck it up.”
Karina apologized for being sent off but not for the foul, she had that coming. Even Emily thanked her for that one, her legs a mass of bruises. “She kept on pinching my arse all through the game too, ” which gained some whistles when she showed the proof.
The girls had a few hours to simmer down their resentment before the closing party, none really felt up for interacting with the opposition again but it was part of the invitation. Cara calmed them down again, “the footballs over, it’s time to relax and let your hair down.” Some faces started to regain their smiles, “but not too much, you don’t want to go home being banned, so behave yourselves.”
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The transformation from the sweaty bruised fighters to the glammed-up temptresses was astonishing and they sparkled in their party gowns. They turned plenty of heads when they arrived, male and female. Many of the locals made a beeline towards them and the girls reciprocated the appreciation gladly.
Before Cassie had made the bar she had a suitor, a very handsome Frenchman from the association behind the tournament had taken her hand. His deep brown eyes and dark wavy hair entranced her, his accent toying with her rising emotions.
“My name is Romaine and I will be happy at your service for tonight,” he kissed her hand never losing eye contact. “To fulfill your every desire.”
For a second Cassie was lost for words, her brain whirled in excitement. “I have some very strange desires.”
Romaine produced his winning smile, “I’m sure such a beautiful woman craves and receives whatever she wants.” Playfully stroking her smooth small fingers, “ah and this is my good friend Pascal who works with me.”
Cassie turned to see another very attractive man, a little more feminine in his features but certainly desirable. The attention from both was even making her blush and she scanned the crowd for assistance, mainly for Emily.
Emily had spent the party politely knocking back the advances of La Chiennes center-half Marieme who had taken a shine to her. Over six feet of pure muscle followed her every move with a hungry demeanor.
“You really are catnip to the lesbians aren’t you babe,” teased Cassie.
“Oh god, don’t joke, she’s really after me babe.” Emily signified her huntress with a slight nod.
Cupping Emily arse with a strong squeeze Cassie shouted to Marieme, “This bitch is taken, OK?”
With a stern defeated glare, the girl turned and melted back into the throng. “Thanks, babe,” Emily’s face dropped in relief. “But you can take your hand off my arse now, she’s gone.”
Cassie slapped her butt, “when I fucking feel like it bitch.” Pulling Emily by the arm she walked her back to the admiring glances of the suitors, “and this is my friend Emily.”
Both men stepped forward and kissed the blushing girl’s hand, who stood practically speechless. “This is Romaine and this is Pascal,” Cassie introduced both men to the dumbstruck Emily. “She’s not usually like this, just a bit shy.”
Romaine wrapped a hand around Cassie’s waist, “Unlike you.”
Cassie grinned back, “Oh you’d be surprised what she’s really like.”
Pascal looked deep into Emily’s eyes and softly laughed, “I think I’d like to find out.”
None of this was helping Emily to stop blushing, the accents of both men working their magic upon her. She looked desperately for help from Cassie who cupped her bottom with a grin. Luckily it was Romaine who broke the tension.
“Excuse us ladies for a few moments but we will return shortly with drinks, please don’t go away,” Romaine implored his besotted prey. Both men bowed goodbye for now and kept eye contact as they left.
Emily spun to Cassie, “Who the fuck are they?”
“Work for the football, all I know but who cares. Their fucking hot babe.” Cassie squeezed both of her hands, “have some fun, free drinks maybe more if you want.”
Emily’s face looked worried, “I don’t know Cassie, I don’t trust them.”
Cassie held Emily’s face, “I trust no one babe but I’m here so don’t worry. No one will fuck with you with me around.” “Now I’m busting for a piss so stay here till I come back,” and she gave her a leaving spank on the rump.
“You should watch those two,” Marieme tapped Emily on the shoulder making her jump with shock.
Staring up at the imposing figure, “Jesus you gave me a heart attack.” Emily tried to regain her composure, “Who Romaine and Pascal? they seem ok.”
“I’ve heard some stories about them, not good ones, ” Maritimes eyes burnt into Emily. “If they get you drinks, don’t drink them, be careful.” She gently stroked Emily’s face and left.
Cassie skipped away laughing to herself, pleased with how the evening was progressing. Only to be disappointed by the size of the queue at the ladies and the looks of disdain from some of the opposition players in the line. With a quick move, she slipped into the men’s toilets and locked herself into a cubicle.
It was the not first men’s cubicle she had been in, although one of the few times her name wasn’t plastered all over it. As she sat the relief pouring out of her she listened to the voices laughing loudly outside. Most of the voices were French and she understood nothing, though her ears pricked up to her name a few times.
She peered over the top of the cubicle to see her Romaine and Pascal gesticulating wildly, obviously pleased with themselves. She lifted her phone to record the conversation until they slapped each other on the back and left, then ran to the only person she knew who spoke French.
As Cassie came panting towards her, Emily grabbed her by the arm. ” Those two are dodgy babe, just been told not to trust them. Spike your drink dodgy.”
Cassie settled down Emily, “OK Babe but firstly what does roti de Broche mean?”
“Why? who the fuck said that to you?” Emily looked shocked. “It means spit roast.”
“Think you better watch this and give me the gist of the conversation,” Cassie passed the phone to Emily and watched her face for a reaction.
From Emily’s slowly dropping mouth it was obvious it wasn’t complimentary, “well basically were all slags and begging for some French cock, is as distinctly as I can put it, especially you.” She waited for this to sink in for a moment, “and we’re not in danger of being spiked as we’re begging for it anyway.”
Cassie was taken aback for a second before her devious mind clicked into gear, “I think we might just do as to them as they would do unto us.”
“Oh funny, what are you up to?” Emily always felt unease when Cassie got that glint in her eyes.
Taking Emily in her arms she kissed her on the lips, “Trust me, babe, trust me.”
Seeing the boys approach Cassie regained her poise and took control, “Hey boys why don’t we have a quick dance and then take this party up to our rooms.” She winked towards Emily to take the boys out to the dance floor. “I’ll be there in a second.”
Both boys grinned delightfully from the news, like taking candy from a baby and followed out the delicious brunette by the hand. Cassie joined them mid boogie with their drinks, “one for you, and you and Emily.”
“Right boys, we are in room 31, give us half an hour to prepare ourselves but don’t be too late. I can’t wait to see you.” She laughed as she spun away with Emily wrapped tightly on her arm, both girls waving over their shoulders as they disappeared.
As soon as they left the hall Emily spun, “what if they come up early? what if we’re not ready?”
Cassie calmed her again with a kiss on the lips, “Calm yourself, I just slipped them an enema each, they’ll come when they’re ready and we will be waiting.”
“Do you just carry these things all the time,” Emily puzzled.
“I’m a girl scout, always prepared,” giggled Cassie. “Now call Nadia and Rhiannon, tell them we have some fun for them.”
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Romaine met Pascal by their floor lifts, both of them running late and neither wanting to give the true reason. Some out-of-date buffet food was not going to ruin their sexual adventures and bringing that image up would not help matters. When they reached the girl’s room they sized each other up and smiled confidently in their irresistible appeal.
One deep breath and Romaine tentatively knocked on the door and waited, the wait was worth it when the visage of both girls feasted upon their eyes.
“Well what took you, we thought you might have changed your mind, ” Cassie took both of the boy’s hands and walked into the room. Stroking Romaine’s face she placed him down on the edge of her bed. “You stay with me and Pascal you go with Emily.”
Pascal’s face beamed with joy as Emily forcefully gripped his sweating palm and led him away to her adjoining room. Both boys missed the quick wink between the girls in their excitement.
Romaine undressed, displaying his smooth firm physique for an admiring Cassie only to be halted in his underpants by a knock on the door. “Don’t worry, I hope you don’t mind but I did invite a friend to join us,” and she unlocked the door and beckoned Nadia into the room.
As Romaine’s eyes ate up Nadia he was more than pleased. The cute oriental had been his second object of conquest for the night and he had never imagined they would come as a package. “Oh no, this is never a problem, two beautiful English girls, my dreams come true.”
Both girls giggled almost charmed by his accent but they both had their own goal to deliver. Nadia sashayed towards him and kissed him on her tiptoes while her hands slipped down his pants, Cassie was now kissing down his spine tenderly towards his firm buttocks, then pulled him naked onto the bed.
She slipped down her dress exposing her tiny black see-thru bra and panties to the obvious enjoyment of their prey. “Roll over big boy,” flicking her long blonde hair as she teased him.
“Oh yes mistress,” he joked unknowingly. “I heard you English girls could be demanding.” Rolled onto his front, his eyes locked onto the girls.
“Oh you have no idea,” Cassie whispered in his ear as she pressed her body against his prone naked bottom. Her tongue toying with his ear as his eyes never strayed from Nadia’s slow striptease, her perfectly pert breasts and trimmed pussy enticing his sight.
As Nadia edged closer to him Cassie grabbed his hair and lifted his face in line with her glistening cunt. “Be a good boy and lick that pussy.”
Romaine dived in hungrily, burying his face between her smooth warm thighs into her sweet wetness. Her intoxicating musk filled his nostrils as he lapped deep into her lips, driving soft moans from Nadia. His hands had been tightly gripped behind him forcing him into pleasuring this eager playmate, His senses spun as the wetness grew against his face until he realized too late the handcuffs locked on his wrists.
Pascal had had a similar encounter but his extra partner to his slight disappointment had been Rhiannon. Not that she wasn’t attractive but he’d always found redheads too volatile and unfortunately this prejudice was about to come true in many folds. The sight of Emily stripped down to her underwear was more than enough to appease this slight upset, her firm round ass even more impressive in barely there sheer panties.
The scenario played out as before but with Rhiannon’s bright pink pussy beckoning him in and both girls forcing him in deep. As with Romaine, it didn’t take long before he was lost in exhilaration, oblivious to the clicking of the handcuffs. When he finally realized his predicament his struggle was stopped as Rhiannon leaped upon him pinning him with her body weight.
As hard as he struggled Romaine failed to move either of the girls, his brain couldn’t comprehend how these two little girls could pin him down so easily. As hard as he tried to kick out his legs the blonde held them tightly, then roughly pulled him towards her. Letting his feet touch the thick carpet of the floor then bending him over the edge of the bed.
As Cassie spanked his bottom with short sharp slaps, both girls giggled as he whimpered in pain. Nadia’s wet pussy grinding along his back as he struggled helplessly to escape. “Don’t struggle, babe, I thought you wanted to fuck with us.”
Romaine’s shouts of obscenities echoed around the room before Nadia positioned her thighs against his head pushing his face into the bedsheet. Stroking his hair as she gyrated her dripping excitement down his neck. Cool wet lubed dripped teasingly over his smooth ass crack and an eager finger pressed it deep into his tight hole.
Pascal whimpered under the weight and muscle of Rhiannon, who took undue pleasure in spanking his firm bottom. By the time Emily had adjusted her strapon in place, his ass glowed a deep red. When the lube hit his virgin hole he pleaded loudly for mercy and then pathetically begged for help. When they both heard the unmistakable groan from the other room Emily knew she was playing catch up.
As she pushed in, he repeated the forementioned groan of a man who just lost his cherry. Each inch made him cry out, audibly increasing till she held him at the base of her cock. Releasing the cock delicately till it was almost fully out, she re-lubed and drove it back in deep. Rhiannon bounced against him as Emily picked up her pace and started to fuck him for real.
Romaines muffled groans could still be heard through the bed as Cassie increased her pace and voracity, the pain and shame brought tears to his eyes. With each thrust the fight ebbed away from him, being overpowered and used by women was too much for him to bear. The squeals of laughter and the constant mocking hit him like a dagger to the heart.
When Nadia slid off him he had no more fight to give, just grateful to be able to breathe without her weight on him. His brief respite was ended by another rubber cock now being pressed into his mouth, his eyes bulged as the cock toyed over his lips. “Open up for Daddy,” Nadia teased her pink cock before him.
Cassie brutally pulled his head up by the hair, “open up bitch, don’t make us force you.” Both girls grinned as his mouth dropped open in defeat, allowing Nadi to push her cock into the pretty boy’s mouth. “Don’t you bite on it, it’ll only be jagged when it slides up you”
Nadia gently fed her cock into his mouth, her smile beaming down at her conquest. “Not sure if this is his first cock, he’s taking it very well.” Feeling no teeth or resistance she pushed in deeper and faster, face fucking him.
Both girls leaned forward to kiss each other, their cocks still deep in their appointed hole. “So glad you invited me up, much more fun than the party,” Nadia smirked back to Cassie.
“Are you enjoying your spit roast? bitch boy,” with each word Cassie drove her cock in hard. “Is it all you dreamt of?”
The pain in his ass had subsided but to his confusion and embarrassment his cock grew hard under him, each deep thrust brought a perplexing mix of lust and shame. The words spit roast fell mockingly down on his ears, he was being used by two women as he had often used them.
Pascal had not been treated quite so gently, his ass throbbed and his throat was sore from the constant deep throating. Somewhere along the way, the tears had stopped and he had grown accustomed to his humiliating position. When he thought he was at his most demoralized he found his eyes locking on another girl. A tall athletic black girl grinning with a beaming white smile was filming his debasement on her phone, and gleefully narrating every piece of the action.
“You go girls, show this french pussy boy what we stand for, ” Alison bounded about the room. “Plenty of footage of that ass movement Emily, something for the ladies.”
“Just keep the phone still, wanna watch this back later,” the shy girl Emily had long left the building. She even blew kisses to Alison as she rode his ass, much to the admiration of Rhiannon.
“Just one suggestion, can we not have both of them in one room,” Alison appealed to Emily. “I’m getting knackered running back and forth.”
All three girls laughed at the obvious answer and poor Pascal found himself being walked towards the connecting room, the strapon cock still deep inside him. Upon entering came the dawning realization that his friend had been suffering the same misfortunes as him, although seeing it in front of him made it stark and clear in his mind.
The sight of poor red-faced Pascal waddling into the room impaled on the grinning Emily’s cock, brought peals of laughter to the girls. Alison gleefully announced his arrival, “fuck them side by side.”
As Pascal hit the bed his eyes locked with Romaine and they both understood completely their shared humiliation. Romaine desperately tried to plead for help from his friend but the plastic cock deep in his throat made only gurgles splutter out. Their moment was shattered by their heads being lifted to smile into Alison’s phone. “Smile bitches, you sexy little French boys.”
Both Cassie and Emily pounded their prey in unison, rhythmically bouncing the boys on their thick cocks. The Dominas chant started up from the girls to the tune of the Seven Nation Army. ‘Ohhh Ohh The Dominas.’ Rhiannon dove into her purse and returned with a marker to scrawl ‘Dominas bitch’ on each boy’s back and then begged for her turn.
Reluctantly Cassie agreed and Nadia and Rhiannon lunged to the prone figures. “Turn my bitch over,” Rhiannon ordered the girls. “I like to see the face of the bitch I fuck.” Pascal got the fucking he knew was coming, as rough and unforgiving as his throat fucking but Romaine was shocked by how hard and powerful the petite cute Nadia took him. Never judge a book by its cover.
“Whose bitch are you boy?” Rhiannon bellowed into his face. She pulled his legs tight against her to get in deeper, his feet dangling over her shoulders.
He barely managed a whimper of “yours,” before a sharp slap hit his face.
“The Dominas bitch boy, the Dominas.” Amazingly she seemed to increase the energy of her fucking from his reply. “Fucking shout it bitch.”
As Alison brought the phone close to his face he screamed. “I’m the Dominas bitch.”The tears had returned, not from the pain but the sheer regression from the man he had been.
Nadia had spun Romaine to match the position of Rhiannon and his long legs seemed enormous against her tiny body.” You too bitch, who’s bitch are you?”
Desperately trying to look anywhere but towards his friend, he cried out, “the Dominas bitch.” Even in his moment of desperation, Nadia looked gorgeous grinning down at him.
Cassie and Emily climbed on the bed and peered over the prone faces, “I think we should give you a little of what you came for, as you’ve been such good boys.” Even after the ordeal, she’d put him through Cassie still looked angelic, like butter wouldn’t melt. Finally, both men received the pussy they thought they would own as the girls ground themselves on their faces.
The tongues automatically went to work, a last vestige of manhood. As the girls moaned happily, smiles plastered across all their faces, the men lapped enthusiastically below. Nadia and Rhiannon picked up their rhythm as they stroked the hardening cocks of both men, steadily milking them with each deep thrust.
Pascal was the first to explode, a muffled noise from Emily’s thighs confirmed the result and Rhiannon spread his load all over his chest. Annoyed to be beaten Nadia tightened her grip on Romaines cock and drove relentlessly until he pumped out several vigarious spurts.
When the girls eventually let the boys breathe, their faces shone bright red and glistening with the girl’s juices. As they tried to stand their legs buckled, painfully stiff and sore. The constant throbbing pain was a reminder of the fucking they had been subjected to, they stumbled towards the door and eventual freedom.
Spanks met them as they faced the door, “turn and face the wall.” Cassie was back in charge and in her element, unlocking the handcuffs and pushing both out into the hotel corridor naked. She threw their keys towards them, “If anyone sees you, just tell them you spent the night with the Dominas.”
As soon as the door closed and the shrill voices of laughter hit their ears they ran, hands covering their shriveled manhoods. How many people they passed they didn’t care, judging by some laughter and mocking shouts some had recognized them. The sanctuary of their rooms was all that mattered to them now, to close the door forever on this nadir of a night.
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By the time the Dominas team collected in the lobby the word of the night’s fun had got around to all, most were happy to keep the legend alive but some were grumpy they hadn’t got an invite. Noisily singing the Dominas chant to the obvious annoyance of the hotel staff, they eagerly awaited the delegation from the football association. Would the boys had the nerve to show their faces or would they wait till their only witnesses had long gone before they would resurface.
The triumphant french team also started to assemble and sing their song for Les Chiennes, but now there was a more respectful attitude towards the English. Smiles and nods of appreciation came towards the Dominas from their final nemesis.
Marieme stepped forward towards Emily, her bruise still large from the match fight. “I’m not sure what happened last night but we saw two naked men with Dominas bitch written on them cowering down the corridors, so we guessed you had something to do with it.” Her gleaming white smile broke the stern visage of her face for the first time. “I think both our teams would get on greatly.”
“Well, sometimes you have to show these men who’s the boss don’t you?” Emily beamed up at Marieme. “I’m sure you won’t take any shit from those two anymore.”
“Oh we certainly won’t, maybe you can show us what went on,” Marieme towered over the blushing girl. “Here’s my number, maybe we can keep in touch if your girlfriend will let you,” she nodded over to the glaring Cassie.
“Maybe,” Emily coquettishly returned to her team, looking back to Marieme over her shoulder. As she faced Cassie she tried to drop her smile and recover her composure, “just congratulating us on last night, they saw them running back to their rooms.”
Cassie pulled a doubtful face, “that all, not still after your body then.”
Emily forced an incredulous laugh, “No that’s all in the past babe.” She gave Marieme a wave goodbye and followed the girls out to the coach.
Cassie gave one last stern stare towards Marieme and mouthed ‘mine,’ picked up her luggage, and ran after the girls.
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As the coach flashed through the French countryside the girls finally started to quieten down, the buzz from last night’s antics subsided. Cara made her way to the front of the coach to get their attention, “Girls as we have quite a way to go I thought we could watch the game and take some pointers from what we did well and what we did not do.” A slight nod in the direction of Karina made her slide down her seat uncomfortably.
“Then once we hit merry old England maybe we can watch a little film Alison has made entitled Dominas on Tour,” Cara burst into laughter as the bus erupted. “I’ve heard very good things about it.”
Alison stood up, “there are defiantly some award-winning performances on there and Emily’s arse is the star of the show.” The whole bus cheered towards the blushing figure of Emily who tried to hide behind the seat.
Emily and Cassie giggled away in their seats watching the clip Alison had sent them, quite impressed by their own starring roles. “I think I might send a copy to Marieme, I’m sure her girls would enjoy the boy’s performance.”
Cassie gave her a knowing look, “think she’ll be happy with yours too.”
“Oh shush,” and sent the message on its way. Emily leaned her head against Cassie who wrapped her arm around her and pulled her close. “Aren’t I meant to be your bitch babe?”
“Damn right you are,” squeezing her tighter. Cassie kissed her forehead and for the first time meant it without any joking intent.
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It was several hours later that with Romaine or Pascal appeared much to the annoyance of their superiors, the excuse of overindulgence brought little sympathy. They packed hurriedly and scurried from the building glad the teams had already departed, diminishing the chances of further degradation.
Pascal fled from the hotel with a curt nod towards his once best friend, neither wanted to make eye contact. The memory and recollections of last night’s humiliation flashed constantly through his mind and his friends shared abasement was the last thing he wanted to remember. Overnight he had resumed to quit his position and return to the men’s game, away from temptations and the shame associated forever with women’s football.
Normally they would leave together and swap stories of the night’s escapades but those days had ended. The friendship was over, neither could look the other in the eye as they bade farewell silently on the hotel steps. Romaine cursed himself as he drove home sore and alone. It was his idea to invite an English team and he prayed he would never hear that accent again, the mocking laughing voices still ringing in his ears. His brain still failed to comprehend how those beautiful girls had so easily overcome him and violated him repeatedly.
But at least none of the French teams really knew what happened, maybe they had seen them running naked in their panic but not the knowledge of the events that had preceded it. A few weeks to let things settle and he would be able to return to his all-conquering ways, leaving his debasement to history. To never have to think or hear of The Dominas ever again and never ever to invite another English team.