Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

The Blacklist locker room was loud, the men changing out of their jerseys, some grabbing towels, others chatting about the game.

Victoria stood near the whiteboard, marker in hand, ready to launch into a debrief. Daliah leaned beside her, calm as ever, eyes sweeping the room.

Then, the door opened.

Nash walked in with Alicia on his right and Nia on his left, each of his hands buried in their shorts. Both girls trembled, holding back moans, their faces burning red. Alicia's was worse, half embarrassment, half aroused and her glare dared anyone to laugh. Nia bit her lip, grin never leaving, like she wanted the whole team to see.

Behind them was Salida, head lowered, steps hesitant, chest rising and falling like she couldn't breathe right.

The room froze.

"What the hell—?" Drex blurted.

"Why is she here?" a substitute pointed at Salida.

"Is this a joke?"

Murmurs filled the air, rising, a staff member dropped a clipboard.

Only Victoria stayed calm, arms folded, her marker tapping lightly against her arm. Daliah raised an eyebrow, but said nothing yet.

Nash just smirked, guiding the two girls closer.

"Don't mind us. The halftime show hooked me, so I'm going full-time entertainment now."

His hands squeezed inside the shorts, drawing muffled gasps from Alicia and Nia.

"Maybe even negotiation talk." he winked, nodding toward Salida.

That line cut the room. Daliah blinked, surprised.

"You mean," she asked slowly, "you can enroll her?"

Salida flinched.

"I—I never said I'd negotiate anything!" she stammered.

Nash's grin sharpened.

"Wait ten minutes. Then we'll see."

He tugged Alicia and Nia forward, the sound of their breath coming louder as he led them toward the showers.

On the way, his eyes flicked toward Jaz. He winked, subtle but sharp. She froze where she stood, flabbergasted, her face paling then flushing deep. Her knees trembled like the floor dropped out from under her heavy weight.

The shower door swung behind him and the three girls.

The silence fell heavy.

Daliah turned her head toward Victoria, voice low. "If he actually manages to enroll her like this…"

Victoria stayed silent a long moment, eyes still on the closed door. Finally, she murmured.

"I'll believe it when I see it."

The door to the shower room was closed and the world outside disappeared.

The sound of voices faded, leaving only the drip of pipes and the loud breaths of three girls pressed against Nash.

The air was hot, heavy, and smelled of sweat, raw and salty, mixed with the sweet hint of their perfume still clinging under it.

It hit Nash deep in the chest, making him harder with every breath.

He pulled it in slow.

"Don't open the water," he said. "I want it like this. The smell."

Nia laughed softly against his neck, her breath hot on his skin.

"Hm? You pervert... I was sure you'd like this stink."

She didn't pull away though, she clung tighter, her shirt wet and sticky, and when his hand slid up under it he felt her bare skin, hot and damp. Her body jumped at his touch.

On his other side Alicia trembled. She had no bra under her jersey, so when his knuckles brushed her breast, she gasped, her nipples already hard under the thin fabric.

"I… this is stupid… we just played…" But her eyes full of lust didn't match her words.

Nash bent close, lips at her ear.

"And you played perfect."

His thumb flicked her nipple and she moaned, trying to hide it, her whole face burning red.

Salida stood a step back, frozen. Her chest heaved, jersey stretched tight over her breasts, sweat darkening the cloth. She looked torn, her thighs pressed together, but her eyes stayed locked on his hands, one teasing Alicia's chest, the other pushing lower into Nia's shorts.

Nia groaned, grabbing his wrist and forcing it down. His fingers pressed against her soaked crotch, heat burning through the fabric. She rolled her hips into it, whispering.

"See? I don't mind sweating more."

Alicia's eyes flashed.

"Slut," she hissed, but her voice broke.

Nash let them argue, eyes moving to Salida. He reached out, fingers brushing her jersey.

"And you?" His tone dropped. "Still pretending you're not curious?"

Salida jolted, thighs tightening.

"I… I…" she stammered, biting her lip hard.

He leaned close, his breath fogging her glasses. His hand pressed at her side, feeling her ribs shake.

"Just a taste. No lies."

Nia bit his shoulder, laughing low, restless.

"Stop teasing and start eating, king." Her tongue left a hot wet line on his skin.

Alicia couldn't take it anymore. She pulled his face to hers, kissing him quick at first, then deeper, her tongue pushing in while her hard nipples dragged across his chest through the wet cloth.

Nash groaned into her mouth, his hand sliding lower until his middle finger slipped inside Nia's soaked pussy.

Nia arched, a sharp cry spilling as she clutched him and pressed harder. She joined the kiss, lips pressing to both of them, her tongue tangling with theirs.

It became a messy tangle of mouths. Alicia kissed him hungrily, Nia forced her tongue in, sometimes one of them sucking on Nash's tongue, pulling it deep, while the other licked along the part left outside.

Drool ran down their chins, strings of it spilling as they fought for him.

Salida gasped, trembling, watching until her own body betrayed her. She leaned in, lips parting, and suddenly her mouth was there too.

Four tongues now, sliding, licking, tasting, Salida's timid at first, then desperate. They all kissed him together, mouths wet, tongues fighting, saliva shared between them, dripping down their chins.

The hot, salty smell wrapped around them. Nash shuddered, drowning in the taste of three women at once, every lick and suck feeding the fire in his chest.

He broke free of the kiss, panting. His finger still worked inside Nia, thumb circling her clit. She moaned, bucking against his hand.

"Hmmm... More," she begged.

He turned to Salida. Her eyes burned wide through her glasses.

"Take off your shirt," he whispered.

Her face flamed, but she obeyed. The damp fabric peeled away, baring her chest, full, heavy, round like a goddess, the kind that made Nash's breath catch.

Her nipples were tight and dark, begging for his mouth, and the sheer size of her breasts sent a rush of heat through him, making him throb harder just staring.

He bent and took one into his mouth, biting soft, the weight of her full breast filling his lips.

Her skin was hot, slick with sweat, the round swell pressing against his face as his tongue teased her nipple.

He sucked harder, shaking his head into her chest, licking across every curve, tasting the salt of her sweat and the faint sweet musk rising from her skin.

The flavor filled his mouth, thick and intoxicating, the smell of her arousal wrapping around him as he buried his face deeper, desperate to drink more of her.

She cried out.

"Ahh—Oh yes!" a high, breathless moan spilling from her lips, her chest heaving, hands gripping his head and shoving him closer, desperate for him to take more of her.

The smell of sweat mixed with the sharp musk of arousal. It made his head spin, made him want to rip every scrap of cloth from their bodies.

Alicia's hand slid down his stomach, gripping the bulge thick against his pants. She stroked him through the fabric, eyes locked on his.

"Let's get these off," she whispered.

His hands shook as he helped her. His cock sprang free, smacking against her stomach.

Her eyes widened, her hand moving faster, palm sliding up and down his length, feeling the thick veins beneath her grip.

Each stroke made his hips twitch, the pressure building heavy at the base of his cock, a shiver running through him as her touch pumped more heat into his body.

"You're so big," she breathed.

Nash groaned, leaning back against the wall as Alicia sank to her knees. Her tongue flicked the tip, her eyes looking up through her lashes.

Alicia's lips parted wider, her tongue tracing slow circles around the head before sliding it between her lips.

She took him deeper inch by inch, her jaw straining, saliva spilling down his shaft as she forced herself to handle his size.

Her throat worked hard, gagging softly.

"Ghhk—ugh—mmphh!" she choked, but she pushed on, cheeks hollowing with every suck.

Slurping noises echoed in the tiled room, wet and messy.

"Ahhh… fuck," Nash groaned, his voice breaking as the wet heat of her mouth wrapped tight around him.

The struggle made it even more intense, each stroke of her tongue and every inch she managed making his cock throb harder.

"Glck—slrp—mmmhh," Alicia moaned around him, the sloppy, choking sounds filling the air and driving him wild.

Nia pulled his face up from Salida's breast, crashing her mouth to his. Her kiss was fierce, messy, her tongue forcing its way in as if she needed him even more.

Salida whimpered at the loss, then moaned louder, surging forward to join them again, her lips pushing into the kiss.

Nash's hands slid down, burying between their thighs, his fingers working into their pussy, feeling the slickness that told him how far gone they already were.

The two of them tangled at his mouth, tongues sliding and sucking, saliva spilling between their lips while Alicia's mouth worked him below.

Nash shuddered, every sense drowned in their taste, their smell, their sounds.

His world narrowed to heat, sweat, and the wet hunger of three women devouring him at once.