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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode I - The Tryout
Part: 4 of 16
Summary: When Rachel's swim tryout takes an unexpected turn, she gets
stuck in a spiral of arousal and embarrassment.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Rachel took one look at the "uniform" and closed the box.  **that can't
be right.  Just grab another one** She picked up a second box and it
contained the same thing.  The third box contained a men's speedo; clearly
a mixup.  She turned to the fourth box, took a deep breath and opened... It
was empty.  So was the fifth one.  Rachel was in a daze, but the buzzer
sound from the pool broke her out of it.
   She had just missed the start of the first race.  Rachel turned back to
the first box and studied the contents.  There were a pair of neon orange
silicone gloves with some sort of webbing between the fingers.  They had
clips at the wrist.  There was a bright orange swim cap with flaps, one on
each side.  There was also a clear silicone band about 2 feet around with a
hard 1 inch loop on it.  Lastly, there was a paper diagram of a swimmer
demonstrating how to wear the uniform.
   The band was actually a belt.  When she put it on, it fit snug on her
waist but wasn't uncomfortable.  The loop sat on her lower back just above
her butt crack.  She was shaking so much that it took several attempts to
get the swim cap on.  She was so nervous about missing the tryout she
couldn't even stop to think about how embarrassing this would look out
there.
   A cheer erupted from the pool.  The first race must have been an
exciting one.  Rachel pulled on the gloves.  They were stiff.  She could
wiggle her fingers but do little else.  They had clearly been designed for
swimming and only swimming.  With her uniform in place, she headed for the
exit to the pool.  As she approached the door, she passed a full length
mirror and froze.  She couldn't believe the person looking back at her.
   The first thing she noticed were her nipples.  They were bright pink and
pointing straight out.  Her body started to remind her that she still
hadn't completed the `bate session from that morning.  Absentmindedly, her
eyes closed and her hand came up to pinch her right nipple.  They just
loved being pinched.  But the gloves wouldn't let her.  She could only
press the palm of the glove against her breast and put pressure on her
nipple.
   Frustrated, she reopened her eyes to her reflection in the mirror.  The
gloves looked so alien.  She wore nothing from the belt to the floor.  It
was as if the suit was designed to accentuate her private areas.  That was
the last straw.  There was no way she could go out there with her pussy
lips exposed like this.
   **Maybe Coach Ron will give me an exception.
   As the second race buzzer sounded, she turned and walked back through
the locker room toward Coach Ron's office.
   **Should I cover up with a towel again?  What does it matter?  He has to
see my body sometime.  That way he will see that this suit is not
appropriate.
   Rachel gathered her courage to address Coach Ron, but as she approached
his office, she heard raised voices coming from behind the closed door.
   "...no way my Caroline is going to participate in this circus.  And you
can forget about me signing this form."
   Coach Ron had been under fire the last several minutes.  He knew when he
took this job that he might have to deal with some overprotective parents.
Now some of his stunts were ruffling feathers.  On the bright side, if
these parents withdrew their kids from the team he wouldn't have to deal
with them all season long.  He tried to maintain an air of arrogance in his
response.
   "Ma'am, I understand that your daughter was a captain last year.  But
let me assure you, we are not going to change our proven methods on the
suggestion of an outside observer.  I have already offered your daughter a
private tryout, but that is as far as I am willing to go.  If you are not
satisfied, I assure you we have plenty of capable applicants whose parents
have already signed the form and are willing to take her place on the
team."
   Rachel shrunk back behind some lockers and waited.
   "Well, I am going to take this up with the Principal!  He will listen to
me."
   Coach Ron smiled.  He had the upper hand.  "Principal Robinson has
already given me full control over the decisions of this department.  You
will get no different response from him.  Now if you will excuse me, I have
to get back to the tryouts.  Good day."
   The door opened and a lady with a red face stomped out and to the exit
mumbling something about disrespect.
   That was the fourth parent Coach Ron had dealt with today.  He had
already agreed to two private tryouts and was in a combative mood.
   He took a moment to calm himself then started for the exit.
   Rachel's mouth was dry and her heart was pounding.  At first she
couldn't speak.  How could she draw attention to herself in this state of
dress?  She started to cover up with the gloves, but changed her mind.  It
was pointless anyway.  Coach Ron was at the exit.  It was now or never for
her.
   "C...C...Coach Ron" she called as her stomach went into her throat.  A
blush started at her face and worked down her body...TO BE CONTINUED.
  
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