I stood in the assessment room, arms crossed, staring at the mirrored wall like it owed me money. The clock on the wall read 9:58. She was two minutes early. Good. I liked them eager.

The door to the women’s locker room was cracked just enough. I caught the reflection in the big mirror across the hall—Lara, peeling off her hoodie, that cropped sports bra hugging her tits like it was painted on. Soft, full, the kind that bounced just right when she moved. She bent to tug her leggings up higher, and fuck, that ass. Round, juicy, the seam splitting her cheeks like it was begging to be spread....