The neverending series returns in a new format (so we can push the story along faster. Just a wee bit faster we promise. LOL)!!
For a long, tense moment the young athletes in their prime stand in a line wearing nothing other than thin pairs of jocks and wait for the next instructions. Ms Lindstrom’s intense stare is making each of them incredibly self conscious. All of them desperately wish that someone would say something to break the heavy discomfort of this moment, but since they are now under this trainer’s control no one feels like they can make a move without her say so.
The guys nervously stand their ground in the silent gigantic room. The only sound is the occasional cough or clearing of the throat from one of the guys.
Dave’s fingers shake slightly at his sides, constantly fighting the urge to place them in front of his crotch, but knowing that this would be a sign of weakness.
The guys think that united together, this new female trainer shouldn’t be any kind of threat to them, but they feel less and less certain of themselves with each agonizingly tense moment that passes.
The boys shift in place, cross their arms and try to outmatch Ms Lindstrom’s penetrating stare. None of these competitive boys are the types to back down from a challenge and it’s now obvious this beautiful foreign trainer is turning this into a battle of wills.
The guys are so wracked with nerves that they forgot Ms Lindstrom originally asked them to tidy their clothes away. “Oh yeah,” Pete suddenly says.
“This is one hell of a workout,” Pete continues in a smart ass tone of voice. “Carrying our fucking clothes from one side of the room to another. Hope coach is paying big for this training session.”
Ms Lindstrom continues staring at him gravely serious, but Pete’s antics are lightening the tone for the rest of the guys causing them all to snicker appreciatively.
Dave chases Pete trying to snap his jock. Suddenly it doesn’t feel so bad standing out in the open in front of this strange women while wearing nothing but their jocks. It’s as if they are just fooling around in the locker room like usual.
She remains completely calm watching them charge about the room as if she holds some secret over them.
Dave succeeds in snapping Mike’s jock strap and receives a joking side kick in return. The guys laugh with their clothes bundled up in their arms.
They are certain that any minute now after they start exercising, the trainer will find it too embarrassing seeing their asses hanging out and tell them to get dressed again.
Ms Lindstrom shakes her head as if she’s seen all this before and maintains an air of supreme authority.
“We’re gonna get your ass Steve-o!” two guys shout charging after him.
The guys run after each other darting around the gym, smacking each others’ asses and shouting insults.
“Let’s see who can score first,” Pete says rushing up to shoot his clothes into the goal.
“Maybe coach shouldn’t buy any more uniforms from now on if this is the way drills are gonna go,” Dave says sarcastically. “It’d save the school a helluvalotta money!”
“Yeah, after all, we’re fuckin Greek Olympic athletes or whatever now right?” Pete says mocking Ms Lindstrom’s passionate speech. The guys fall about laughing.
Ms Lindstrom watches unfazed while they get back in line.
The guys continue chuckling while they face the imposing Swede again.
She doesn’t look that tough to them now. They can’t imagine why they found her so intimidating. When it comes down to it, it’s still six against one.
Steve smugly stares at her daring the foreign woman to challenge him.
She pauses for a few seconds till their laughter has died down and there is nothing but the droning silence of the huge gymnasium again.
“Remove that too,” she says to Steve looking down at his tight speedo.
Steve quickly looks to the other guys for support but is only greeted by dumb stares.
“All of you! Take the rest off.”
The sickening sensation twists their stomachs again as they nervously wonder what to do…
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