Training Camp, Pt. 01

Alex wheeled her suitcase across the bumpy pavement of the parking lot. Everyone warned her it would be hot here but she didn't expect to be sweating already. She'd barely walked a block and had already wrinkled her shirt. So much for a good impression on her first day.

She opened the door to the training facility and was immediately greeted by a blast of cool air. She caught her reflection in the mirror near a dumbbell rack and sighed at the sight of her flushed face. Smoothing her hair flat, she looked around.

A group of men were standing around a squat rack, whispering to each other and patting each other on the back. There were championship banners on the wall, more than she could count: the team had won the last seven years in a row. Each sign proudly read MEN'S BASEBALL CHAMPIONS.

"Oh no," she thought to herself. "I must be in the wrong place."

Before she could turn around and leave the building, a tall man in a suit came to greet her.

"You must be Alex!" He spoke so loudly that the men at the squat rack turned to look at him.

She shook his hand. "Hi, that's me. I think I might be in the wrong place though--"

"Don't be silly," He said, cutting her off as though he knew what she was going to say already. "You came very highly recommended, you are absolutely in the right place! I know you must be intimidated by our sterling reputation, but we are thrilled to have you here."

He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "Now, let's show you around!" He clapped.

She wheeled her suitcase along beside him as he walked through the gym.

"Training camp lasts one month. The Titans have been state champions thirteen times and national champions ten times, most of these victories in the last few years. I may be biased, but we have the best team in the country, and our trainer Jason is a big part of that. You'll be working closely with him and the other athletic staff. He's out running drills right now, but you'll meet each other shortly."

He opened one of the doors at the back of the gym. "There are three offices here: one is mine, one is for you and the physiotherapy staff, and the other is for the trainers. You're the first of the physios to arrive, so feel free to choose whichever desk you want."

Alex finally released the handle of her suitcase. She hadn't realized she'd been gripping it so tightly. "Tom, I, uh... I don't know how to say this." The bag fell loudly to the floor.

"I know, I know, you're impressed and speechless, right?" He said, grinning, already checking his phone and tapping away at an email.

"Uh, yes, I am... but I also think there's been a mistake. I usually only work with women's teams, and I'm actually a soccer physio."

He looked up from his phone, into Alex's eyes, and then back at his phone. "Well, the company we contracted sent you so I don't think there's been any mistake. Did they not tell you where you were going?"

Alex sighed and shook her head. This was the last thing she needed after the month she'd had. First a messy breakup, then losing her apartment, and now this. Great.

Outside of the office, the gym was getting noisier. Someone was playing loud hip hop music and a man's voice was yelling out the names of various exercises.

"Well, I'm not worried. You'll figure it out. And it sounds like group workouts have started! Come meet Jason and the rest of the team." Tom put his phone into his pocket and left the room before she could follow.

The gym was loud and warm already. Men in ripped shirts were using the equipment and yelling at each other in support. In the centre of the chaos stood a man in a striped tracksuit holding a whistle and clipboard. His clothes hugged his body tightly and he stood with quiet confidence. Periodically, players would look over at him and then back at their machines. He was in full command of the room.

Tom cut a path through the gym right to Jason.

"Jason," He said, patting him on the shoulder and (somehow) still grinning, "This is Alex. She's our new physio, she comes very highly recommended from women's division 1 soccer."

Jason looked at Alex and sized her up. He paused, looking in her eyes, and then looked back to Tom. "Soccer?" He asked incredulously. She could feel herself blushing.

Tom nodded. "You bet! The best of the best. I'm going to take some calls, you two get acquainted."

Jason looked at Alex again and then back at the gym. "Do you have any experience with shoulder injuries?"

Alex caught herself looking at his biceps and forced herself to look at the floor.

"Yeah, they're pretty common in goalkeepers."

Jason nodded, frowned slightly, and said nothing for a few minutes. "I think we're also roommates."

Alex looked at him in shock. "What?"

"I got to the apartment this morning and Alex was written on one of the doors. I checked the roster and you're the only Alex on staff. I think they thought Alex was a guy and made a mistake. There aren't usually many women at camp."

Alex felt a tear well in her eye and willed herself not to cry. Could this day get any worse?

"Don't worry," he said in a tone of voice that did nothing to soothe her worries. "Living with me will be easier than learning a whole new sport, Soccer."

Jason blew his whistle and the gym was immediately silent. Even the music had stopped. Alex felt a pang of confusion, or maybe attraction, in her stomach and wished it away.

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The clock on the oven read 1:08 am. Alex had to be up at 5:30am for morning training and her body was still confused from the time change. The apartment for training staff was a three bedroom unit with a shared kitchen; Jason and their coworker Phil were both snoring quietly nearby. She wished she could sleep as soundly.

Somehow she'd gotten into this mess and she had no choice but to stick it out. The company that had contracted her told her she was under obligation to be there, and she had no apartment to return home to. On top of all of this stress, she had to be up in four hours and couldn't sleep.

She rolled from side to side and found her mind wandering. She couldn't stop thinking about Jason and it made her uncomfortable. He was her coworker and she needed to be professional. But she kept thinking about the way his arms bulged in his clothing, his quiet confidence, and the way he absolutely commanded the room with nothing other than a whistle.

Alex felt herself growing wetter thinking about him in the next room. She started to slowly touch herself, telling herself it was only for the purpose of sleep.

She thought only of Jason, the same scene played over and over in her mind:

Alone in the gym with Jason, nobody else around: he touched her on the shoulder and her whole body lit up with desire. She turned to him and looked into his eyes; immediately she noticed the same desire in him.

He kissed her softly at first, then he gently parted her lips with his tongue. She opened her mouth for him and pulled his body into her. Her pelvis searched for him him instinctively and found his length growing harder between her legs.

As Alex imagined this, she grew wetter and felt her clit throb between her fingers. She bit her blanket to keep herself from moaning as she rubbed faster and faster.

In her fantasy, the scene changed: she straddled Jason on a gym bench and felt his cock push into her firmly with want. He pushed into her, making her moan, as the feeling of his cock on her clit sent shock waves through her body.

The thought of his cock on her clit made Alex rub herself even harder, not realizing that the moans from her fantasy were quietly spilling from her mouth as she neared climax.

She imagined how he would feel in her mouth, the taste of his sweat and his salt and his precum. Thinking about his cock made her even wetter and she felt her pussy pushing up into her hand, desperate for more touch and completely out of her control. Her fingers moved even faster as she pictured his cock pulsing in her mouth, the swell of his tip on the grooves of her tongue, his cum spilling down her throat as they came together. She felt herself fall over the edge and came for a long time, barely managing to breathe until a few more soft moans fell from her mouth.

Alex couldn't remember the last time she came that hard and was relieved that she was finally tired. As she started to drift off into a warm sleep, the last sound she heard was the bathroom door open and close: someone else had been awake, after all.