The laps lasted forever. Ten rounds around the outer track. Sun beating down. Dust kicking up with every heavy step. My lungs burned. My thighs chafed raw. Sweat poured off me in rivers. It soaked the robe completely. The fabric clung like a second skin. Heavy. Transparent in places. My breasts outlined clear. Nipples hard from the friction and the wind. Stomach rolling with each stride. Ass bouncing loud enough I could hear it over my own gasping.
The others had finished ages ago. They sat on the bleachers now. Watching. Pointing. Laughing every time I passed.
"Look at her go!" Delan called. "Shitcake's training for the goblin buffet!"
Stellite leaned back. Legs crossed. Smiling slow. "She's glistening. Like a glazed ham."
I kept my eyes forward. Jaw clenched. Didn't answer. Didn't slow.
But inside.
Inside the rage was building. Thick. Hot. Sticky like the sweat running down my crack.
Every bounce of my body felt like a reminder. Every jiggle. Every wet slap of skin on skin. They mocked it. They hated it. They feared it.
Your weight is power.
The notes echoed in my head. All three of them. Pressed against my chest. Damp now from sweat. The ink probably smearing. But the words stayed sharp.
I finished the last lap. Stopped at the edge of the track. Bent over. Hands on knees. Breathing hard. Chest heaving. Sweat dripped from my chin. Splattered on the dirt.
They were still watching.
Voren blew the whistle. "Dismissed. Showers. Clean up."
The group moved. Chattering. Heading inside.
I waited until they were gone. Then I followed. Slow. Legs shaking.
The showers were in the lower level. Steam already rising when I pushed through the door. Tiles cold under my feet. Echoes of water and voices bouncing off the walls.
Most stalls were taken. Girls laughing. Soaping perfect bodies. Thin waists. Perky tits. Smooth skin.
I took the farthest one. Corner stall. Curtain half-broken. Didn't matter. I just wanted the water.
I stripped slow. Robe peeled off like wet paper. Underthings next. Everything stuck. Had to tug. Breasts spilled free. Heavy. Sweaty. Nipples dark and tight. Stomach unfolded. Rolls soft and glistening. Ass cheeks parted slightly from the chafing. Thighs red where they rubbed.
I stepped under the spray. Hot water hit like needles. I groaned low. Let it pound my shoulders. My back. My breasts. Water ran in streams down my body. Carving paths through the sweat and dust.
I closed my eyes.
Let my hands move.
First over my breasts. Cupping them. Lifting. Feeling the weight. The way they overflowed my palms. Thumbs brushed nipples. Electric.
Then lower. Over the soft mound of my stomach. Fingers sinking in. Tracing the folds. The way it gave under pressure.
Lower still.
Between my thighs.
I was soaked. Not just from water. Slick. Hot. Swollen.
I rubbed slow. Circles over my clit. Bit my lip to stay quiet.
The fantasy came fast.
Stellite in the next stall. Curtain open. Eyes wide. Watching me touch myself. Her perfect mouth parted. Breath fast.
I imagined calling her over. Voice low. Commanding.
"Come here."
Her stepping in. Water hitting us both. Her silver hair darkening. Plastering to her skin.
Me grabbing her wrist. Pulling her down.
Forcing her to her knees on the wet tile.
Her face level with my pussy.
"Smell it," I whispered in my head.
Her leaning in. Nose brushing my folds. Inhaling deep. Eyes fluttering shut. A small whimper escaping.
"Lick."
Her tongue flicking out. Tentative at first. Then hungry. Lapping at the sweat and slick mixed with water. Tasting me. Moaning into me.
My fingers moved faster now. Real fingers. Real pressure.
I pictured Delan watching from the doorway. Hard. Jealous. Unable to look away.
Kael too. Frozen.
All of them seeing what I really was.
Not garbage.
Not Shitcake.
A storm.
A queen.
I came hard. Knees buckling. Hand braced on the wall. A choked gasp slipped out. Water drowned it.
I stood there after. Panting. Water still running.
The rage didn't fade.
It sharpened.
I turned off the spray. Dried rough with the thin towel. Dressed in the spare robe from my bag. It was clean. Dry. But it still felt wrong. Too tight. Too exposing.
I stepped out.
The showers were emptying.
Stellite was at the mirror. Combing her wet hair. Perfect again. Untouched.
She caught my reflection. Smirked.
"Enjoy your little alone time, cow?"
I met her eyes in the glass.
Didn't answer.
Just smiled. Small. Slow.
She faltered. Just for a second.
Then turned away.
I walked past her.
Close enough our arms brushed.
She stiffened.
I kept going.
Out into the hall.
The notes in my bra shifted with every step.
Warm.
Promising.
I felt eyes on my back.
Maybe his.
Maybe not.
Didn't matter.
The hunger was awake now.
And it wanted more.