The Substitute Slut Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

The Substitute Slut Ch. 01

... every day. At this point, I was just trying to ensure they at least showed up for practice.

It wasn't until I met up with Isis, my friend, at school that I got an idea of motivating the boys.

***

Isis is amazing; she's a single divorced- mom. She's gorgeous, confident and has a wicked sense of humour. Her son Daniel is in Kayla's year, and her other son Diego is Manny's best friend. She's always great at giving advice, so when she caught me talking to Duane at school one day, I couldn't help but tell her how frustrated I was with the basketball team.

"I've tried everything, Isis", I sighed heavily, sitting with her at the local bar after school one evening. "They ignore my instructions, come to practice late, and it's almost impossible to motivate them..."

"Wow, Avy", Isis laughed softly, sipping her wine, "I've never seen you give up on a challenge ever in your life..."

"I'm not giving up." I rolled my eyes at her, swirling the ice in my glass. "It's just frustrating when they treat me like that! If only I could motivate them somehow..."

"Motivate them, huh?" she smirked at me, raising an eyebrow.

"What are you thinking?" I asked suspiciously, looking at her. I knew that smirk.

"Maybe you can set the team some target, some reward for them if they win five games in a row or something. I'm sure there's something these players want desperately that you can motivate them with?" she grinned.

"Oh, Isis, you're brilliant! That's exactly what I can ...

... do. I need to give them an incentive to win. I just need to find out what they want and how to get them to earn it!" I squealed excitedly, giving her a hug.

As we spent another hour chatting about other things, I couldn't help but wonder what incentive to offer the boys. By the time Miguel picked me up from the bar, I still hadn't figured out a plan. But her suggestion had sparked a light bulb in my head, and I was sure I'd figure something out.

***

"Cookies! You think we are going to work our asses off to eat cookies?!" Duane scoffed, looking at me incredulously the following Saturday morning.

He and the rest of the team stood before me in their basketball jerseys and shorts. I was wearing a tracksuit with my blonde hair tied into a ponytail and a box of homemade chocolate chip cookies in my hand.

"Well, look, we've lost a few games, but we still have a chance to reach the playoffs", I explained patiently, showing Duane and the rest of the team the board, "We just need to win the next four games!"

"The cookies do taste good, though..." Jake commented with a grin to Duane, licking the crumbs off his fingers.

"See! Jake gets it" I smiled at Jake, ecstatic that at least one of them was interested, handing him another one, "I've baked them specially for you boys today. And I'll bake more for each win!"

Duane gave me a evil smirk, grabbing a cookie from the box as he eyed me up and down, his eyes lingering on my tits. I blushed but still smiled at him. If ...