Karen found Brandee on the sidelines of the football field. The sexy nurse was watching the second-string players run drills.
"Brandee, where have you been? I've been looking for you all week."
"Oh, hi, Karen. Here mostly. Working on the study. You did tell me to make it a priority."
"I need to speak with you. It's about that gift card you gave me. That masseur was totally inappropriate!"
"Ah, that must be Justin. I was hoping he'd be working. Mr. Big Hands. Isn't he just a doll?"
"He's disgusting is what he is! How could you send me to a place like that?"
"I thought I was doing you a favor. You've been so stressed lately. You deserve a break. Anyway, what happened to upset you?" She smiled knowingly.
"He rubbed his… oh, it doesn't matter what he did. Just trust me, it was very unprofessional."
"Well, he's really popular, and he comes highly recommended. I don't see what the big deal is."
"The 'deal' is I'm a married woman, and I can't run around hooking up with men half my age. Who work at a massage parlor."
"Well, that's not really his full-time job, but…" She seemed about to say something but changed her mind. "Anyway, why not? Husbands have been doing it for centuries. Fooling with hotties half their age, I mean."
"Brandee! That's gross!"
"Gross? Gross, you say?" Brandee looked at her sympathetically, then took her hand. "Walk with me. I want to show you something."
Brandee led her across the running track toward the bleachers, saying, "Coach has been kind enough to let us use the physical therapy gym as an exam station."
She handed Karen a cell phone whose screen displayed rows of neatly organized data. "Look. The implant works great. Don't ask me how, but the wireless technology in that little edible pill transmits all the players' vitals—heart rate, body temp, respiratory rate, even blood sugar, directly to any mobile device." She looked back at Karen. "This has the potential to revolutionize fitness tracking, not to mention the research applications, which are practically limitless."
When they came to a green metal door built into the side of the stadium bleachers, Brandee said: "If these outcomes keep holding up, Braun is sure to award the university that grant. And our department will get the credit."
She opened the door. "You'll be a hero, Dr. Naylor."
Designed for injured athletes, the physical therapy room contained exercise equipment, aqua therapy baths, medical exam tables, scales, assorted physical therapy equipment, plus lockers and showers. About a dozen players were milling about the room in various stages of undress, a few completely naked.
Stunned, Karen stopped in her tracks, while behind her, Brandee locked the door from the inside. "Coach was kind enough to grant us total privacy," she said, jangling the key ring. But Karen appeared not to hear.
Nobody took much notice of their entrance, as if the presence of two fully-dressed, middle-aged white women was a commonplace thing in the players' world.
Brandee breezed over to the lockers, where one boy was dressing after showering. Viewing him from behind, they watched his broad tattooed shoulders ripple as he hung up his towel. Brandee looked at Karen and exaggeratingly pointed at him, silently miming the words, "So fucking hot!"
Karen followed numbly as the nurse sidled up to the young man and gently caressed his flaring lateral back muscles, trailing her fingers down to his slim waist. "E.J. has got a great 'V'—doesn't he, Karen? That just drives us women crazy. Did you know that, E.J.?"
"Thanks, Nurse Coleman. Yeah, some girls tell me that."
She reached over and slowly tweaked one of his nipples. "Turn around and show my friend that great big cock of yours, E.J."
The guy turned, and the black cock that swung into view took Karen's breath away. Soft and hanging, it was still much longer than her husband's was on its stiffest day ever. Transfixed, Karen stared at the massive appendage while Brandee stood by, smugly relishing her stunned reaction.
"Tell me what you find gross about this marvelous younger man, Dr. Naylor."
Karen didn't answer but couldn't tear her gaze away from the boy's awe-inspiring cock.
"Let's get you hard for the doctor, baby," Brandee cooed, gripping the cock at its thick base and wagging it up and down. While doing so, she bent her head and tenderly kissed his dark nipple, still wet from the shower.
Karen couldn't believe what was happening. She knew she should flee immediately but couldn't. Like at the spa last week, she was in the grip of an eroticism so intense it overpowered her sense of ethics. Part of her brain knew she was a medical doctor and a high-ranking university official. Everything about this was wrong, ethically, and morally as well. But another, more primal part of her brain commanded her to stay.
Brandee was now openly tongue kissing E.J. while continuing to jerk him off, presenting the guy's manhood for her friend's inspection, while Karen fought the urge to kneel down and pay homage to the mighty phallus.
Brandee started using both hands to stroke the cock, but there was still several inches of shaft and head left uncovered. "Look at that, Karen. Bet you can't use two hands on Craig."
Karen shook her head, astonished that somehow the cock was actually growing larger, and tried to remember who exactly this Craig was.
Brandee gazed intensely into the boy's face. "You love it when white women worship that big cock of yours, don't you? Don’t you?
E.J. just moaned.
"You love it, right?" She demanded, picking up the pace.
"Yesss," he hissed. "Love you horny bitches."
An opaque white pearl of semen had formed on the tip of his penis, which Brandee scooped up with her index finger and popped into her mouth. "Mm. Yummy."
Suddenly, she released him, her gaze lingering lovingly on E.J.'s turgid member. Brandee took Karen's hand again, leading her friend away, whispering: "I like to tease them and leave them hanging," adding, "Having access to these hotties has become a real power trip for me."
They drifted over to a player soaking in an aqua bath, his muscular torso visible above the water. Brandee said, "Fletcher here wasn't feeling well this afternoon so we thought a hot bath might help. Better now, sweetie?"