The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

... few recruiters before I realized that I preferred Teaching as a career, rather than aim to be a professional athlete.

However, even though I'd become a biology teacher at the school; I loved basketball and made sure to attend every game, supporting my school team, the Richmond Rattlers. We had always been an average team and had high hopes for improving in the rankings after Coach Simmons joined. But after a couple of games watching the Rattlers get pummeled by our opponents, I just had to say something. One day, after a bad match, where we had lost by more than twenty points. I went up to the coach to give some feedback.

I headed up straight to his office, fully intent on giving him a piece of my mind. "I don't know why you keep sending your point guard to cover their centre?" I fumed at the man.

Coach Simmons was a man in his early 40s, with thick grey hair and a permanent smug look on his face. He was busy signing some forms in his office but paused and looked back at me when I entered, eyeing my body from my heels to my tight pencil skirt. His eyes lingered at the cleavage of my breasts before he spoke in his thick drawl, "And why the F- should I listen to the biology teacher about basketball plays?"

I blushed, taken aback and replied, my voice faltering slightly. "Y-you are not the only one who knows a thing or two about basketball. You're covering our centre man with a guard half his height! How do you expect that to work? You need to switch it up with your ...

... strategies, or we will never win."

His eyes never left my tits as he chuckled in condescension, "I'll make a note of that, sweetheart. Now run along and teach those kids biology, eh? Don't worry your pretty little head about the basketball team now..." he turned away dismissively without listening to me further.

This continued for the next two months, I would try to talk to coach Simmons many times about his plays, but he would just stand there leering at my tits all the time to listen to me. I tried talking to Miguel, but he only laughed, telling me to leave the Coach alone.

However, after our basketball team lost five games in a row, the boys were so disheartened that most dropped out of the team. Rather than accept his mistake and work on it, Coach Simmons quit and joined one of the other schools in our district instead, claiming that nothing could be done for the team if the boys themselves weren't talented.

***

"See. I told you for months that he was a bad fit. But you didn't listen to me Miguel!" I told off my husband.

"And I already said that I'm sorry Avy. But that still doesn't help me. We need a new coach fast and I am out of options." he sighed and shook his head while sitting behind his desk.

"Make sure you hire someone who actually knows something about the sport. Don't just hire them based on their reputations!" I said as I leaned over my husband's desk.

"Yes, Avy. I will make sure to hire someone who has atleast the same knowledge of the ...