“Champion Annais…  Are you even listening?”

Annais was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of her name.

“S-Sorry, you lost me for a second…  Could you repeat that?”

Oleana sighed, rolled her eyes, and folded her arms.

“As I was saying…”

Truth be told, Annais wasn’t going to hear her this time either.  She knew if she could just follow along for just a few minutes, she’d be out of here soon…  But she couldn’t.  She couldn’t focus on anything other than what had happened moments ago.  Her cunt was oversensitive.  Her panties were soaked with slick and clinging to her in the most uncomfortable way. She wondered if the woman briefing her could smell the fresh scent of sex permeating off of her and that’s why she was so annoyed.  Well, Oleana always seemed annoyed by her, probably because of the part she played in Rose’s incarceration, but her current state probably helped matters none.

Annais was trying so very hard to comprehend the words that were coming out of Oleana’s mouth.  It had to be pretty damn important if she herself ventured into the stadium locker rooms to fetch her before she left for the afternoon.  But the more she tried to focus, the further her brain drifted away.  The more she told herself to push it out of her mind, the more it backfired.  All she could think about was what just went down in that same locker room not even ten minutes ago.

It had been a close call. Had Oleana made her entrance a minute or two sooner, Annais would have been caught with Piers’s hand beneath her skirt, pumping in and out of her cunt, rolling her clit between his nimble fingertips.  His other hand was clasped over her mouth, keeping her silent.  His erection, neatly tucked in his waistband, teased her from behind as he whispered such awful things in her ear.

Her breathing hitched as she thought about it.  Had Piers not demanded her to cum when he did, this conversation could have been a whole lot worse.  She could have got into big trouble.  She could have been put on suspension or lost her title completely.  The mere thought of being caught in the act, at the complete mercy of Piers made her squirm in her seat.  Oleana may have suspected they were together, but Annais had never come forward about it.  Why would she?  Her relationship was the only thing that kept her going.  She was already under constant scrutiny; she didn’t want to put that on the radar.  Why would she risk it?  She’d rather continue risking her career.  If it came between being Galar’s champion or being Piers’s personal whore, the choice was easy.

“… Are you okay?” Oleana stopped mid-sentence.  “You look… Flushed.”

“I…” Annais started.  Was she okay?  She didn’t even know at this point.  “I… I don’t know.  It was hot on the field today.  Maybe I’m just dehydrated.”

It was hot on the field today.  Hot and heavy.  Piers had surprised her with a visit.  He said he was going to be in Wyndon to watch her match that evening, but she didn’t know he intended to meet her for lunch.  It had been such a dreadfully long week apart and just seeing him watching from the sidelines set a fire within her.

Truth be told, Annais asked for it.  The moment she caught eyes with Piers, her friendly banter with Leon ramped up to a point it could have been seen as flirting.  She wanted it to be seen as such.  It was obvious her only goal was to get Piers worked up.  Of course, she wouldn’t do anything she thought would really hurt him.  Piers knew that she had no real interest in Leon.  And Leon was close enough to her that he knew the games she and Piers liked to play. He wasn’t the brightest crayon, but even he knew to stay away from the locker room after Piers followed Annais inside.

“Whore.”

She heard that low growl from earlier echo in her ear again as if Piers was standing behind her chair.

“You want to flirt like a whore, I’ll treat you like one.”

Annais crossed her legs. Her clit throbbed at the memory of this threat rumbling in her chest.

She had begged (unconvincingly) for him to drag her into a shower stall or a changing room for a little more privacy, to maintain a shred of dignity, but he refused.

“Whores don’t care who sees them,” he said, pinning her body against a locker and groping her beneath her skirt as he mouthed at her neck.  “And I want everyone to see you’re my whore. Not ashamed of me, are ya?”

After a shake of her head, he reached between her legs and fingered her right in the open like a whore. And she moaned like a whore before he placed a palm in front of her mouth.  She would have done anything to be on her knees before him and swallow his load like a whore after allowing him to fuck her face, or to have him bend her over and rail her like one.  She was a whore, considering the way she was further soaking her panties after the fact instead of just focusing on the topic at hand.

Annais shook her head, trying desperately to clear her thoughts.  Oleana paused again and just glared at her this time.

“Miss Oleana,” she said.  “I’m so sorry.  My head is spinning.  I think I need to go lay down for a bit before the match tonight.”

Oleana quirked a brow. There was something bad wrong with this girl.  She didn’t much care to find out what.  The champion was usually a bit more receptive than this, so she figured saving her breath until she was in the right state would be wise.

“Will you be able to make it to the hotel alright?”

“I’ll ask Leon to walk me back, if he’s not busy,” Annais said.  “Or, I think I saw Piers around.  I don’t think he’d mind.”