Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

Chapter 319: Old Deflowering Wound

The click of Victoria’s high heels echoed slowly down the long hallway. She started to slow down her walking because she knew that now was the right time.

"So, you are just going to disappear again like that? Without even saying goodbye to your old girl?"

Victoria stopped and turned around. Alexia was leaning back against the wall. Right above them, a neon light was flickering and making a buzzing sound, casting long shadows across the floor. A deep silence sat between the two women for a moment.

Then, Alexia wiped a drop of sweat from her jaw and looked at Victoria’s clean, fancy clothes.

"You still look like you belong to a big company office, Ma’am. Even down here in the dirt," Alexia said, tapping her finger against her hip.

"And you still look like you belong to the court," Victoria replied.

Alexia observed her for a moment, maybe contemplating her face. Then, she looked down at her heels.

"But why always black? You look like you’re constantly going to a funeral."

Victoria looked down at her black sleeve and almost smiled.

"Because... I am always in mourning, Alexia."

Alexia blinked. Her playful look softened a bit because she thought she had accidentally brought up something sad.

"Oh. I didn’t know..."

"Don’t worry," Victoria told her calmly. "I just mean that every single match, I wear black to celebrate the funerals of the people I am about to beat." She looked down the dark corridor and whispered softly, "And my most beautiful attire is already on his way."

Alexia let out a warm laugh. She was clearly amused to see her old manager being so kicking.

"Wow. Look at you talking like that. You used to be so cold and scary back in the day. Do you remember when that new sponsor tried to shake your hand, and you just stared at him until his palm started sweating and he walked away without saying a word? We all thought you were a robot."

Victoria crossed her arms, and for a second, she looked like she was remembering the old days.

"I remember you had a terrible habit of taking off your clothes just about everywhere, no matter who was watching. The staff spent half their time trying to find your jersey. In a way, maybe you were made for the underground?"

Sharing that memory made the air between them feel lighter, and both of them had a small, real smile on their faces. But the warmth disappeared just as fast as it had come.

Alexia’s smile dropped, and she looked down at her own Breakball sneakers.

"Man... It’s just a shame that it all had to end. We both paid a high price for that team."

A deep, heavy silence came back to the hallway. For a long time, neither of them spoke. The buzzing neon light above was the only sound while the memories of their old squad, the broken dreams, and how everything suddenly fell apart flashed through their minds.

Alexia looked up, her eyes locking onto Victoria’s face.

"I can imagine why you left, Ma’am. I know you think I am going to scream at you for what happened to my career. But I’m not stupid. I know you didn’t want any of that to happen." She paused and took a slow step forward into the light. "Everyone on the team knew the real reason you fell, Ma’am. It was because you were stubborn. You totally refused to give your body to him. You would not open your legs for him, so he and that other man burned the whole house down."

Victoria’s fingers tightened slightly on her sleeve, but her face stayed totally calm. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

"But now I see you standing next to this new guy," Alexia continued, her voice getting a bit lower and more serious. "This Nash Blaze. He is a terrifying animal on the court, Ma’am. A real monster. I just want to make sure... you are not taking the same exact risk again? I want to know you are safe, and that you are not falling into the same trap with a different man. You know what they want from women like you."

Victoria let out a small sigh, and her shoulders relaxed a little bit.

"A lot of time has passed since the Graves Anthem, Alex. Things change. People change. Maybe something did happen between us... but that is none of your concern anymore."

Alexia stared at her for a second, searching her face, and then a small, amused smile appeared on her lips.

"Fair enough," she said, tapping her finger against her hip again. "I know that tone. I guess I will drop it."

"How have you been doing down here, anyway?" Victoria asked, changing the subject completely to get away from her private life. "Have you gotten used to the life in the Underground?"

Alexia chuckled and shook her head as she remembered her early days in the rough district.

"The beginning was definitely weird. People down here are not used to seeing a woman in Breakball do anything other than give her body away for a chance to live. They thought I was just some girl for hire. But I am no rookie. I showed them my worth with my shots, and they learned to shut up." She looked back toward the court where the cheering had finally stopped. "Honestly, I am actually glad to see you doing the same thing. Having three girls right there in your main starting roster... it sends a good message."

But then, Alexia’s eyes flared with sudden curiosity, and her gaze got sharp.

"But Nash... how did you even find a talent like that in this huge dumpster of a place? He completely took our team apart. And more importantly... how loyal is a man like that actually going to be to you?"

Victoria looked at her former player, and a very slow, surprising smile spread across her lips.

"My man does not have to prove the world to me every single day, Alexia," Victoria said smoothly, her voice sounding warm and intimate. "He already showed me exactly where his loyalty lies."

Alexia stood completely frozen, her mouth opening slightly in shock. She had never heard the cold, untouchable director speak about any man with that kind of sweetness.

Victoria adjusted her dark glasses, and her high heels clicked against the concrete as she got ready to walk away. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder one last time.

"I truly hope you find what you are looking for with your new team, Alex," Victoria whispered, her voice steady and powerful. "But remember... the doors of Blacklist will always be open to you. If you ever want the best seat in the house to watch the absolute collapse of the people who pushed us down into this hole... you know where to find me."

Victoria turned on her heel and walked down the dark hallway. The rhythmic sound of her steps slowly faded away into the distance. She left Alexia standing all alone under the buzzing neon light, totally speechless.

Close from there, the locker room for the Blacklist team was still full of energy. Everyone was sweaty and cheering from the win, all but a specific gender. The girls were laughing and hitting each other’s hands in high-fives, totally riding the high of the victory.

Alicia was not wasting any time. She was sitting right on her favorite throne, Nash’s lap, straddling him.

Her freckled skin was still hot and slippery from the game. She was only wearing her Blacklist jersey, and she had left it open in the front.

She started kissing him hungrily. It was a deep, sloppy kiss, and she let out soft moans every time their lips met.

"One more..." she whispered against his mouth. "For every point I scored tonight."

Nash let out a low groan into her mouth. His big hands slid under her jersey, finding her warm breasts. He started playing with her nipples, pinching and rolling them with his fingers. Alicia moaned even louder and arched her back, rubbing her wet pussy right against the big bulge in his pants.

"Mmmh... yes... just like that," she groaned, her eyes half-closing because it felt so good.

For Nia, it was a mating call. She started taking off her clothes, pulling off her top off, showing her firm breasts, and pressed her whole body against Nash’s back. She rubbed her tits against him, wanting some attention too.

"I want my turn too," Nia said with a naughty little smile. "You can’t just leave us like this after a game like that..."

Jaz was fidgeting nearby, playing with the bottom edge of her jersey. Then, her face lost its happiness when she noticed the dudes staring with thirst.

"Uh... shouldn’t we... go somewhere further away from the fappers?" she murmured.

Nash was still busy pinching Alicia’s nipples, making her moan into his neck. He whispered something to himself.

"No... not right now..."

Alicia lifted her head, breathing hard.

"What?"

Nash quickly fixed his words, keeping his voice calm.

"We can leave. We just need to talk about something fast before we go home."

Even though he said that, the girls did not stop touching him. Their hands were sliding over his chest and his thighs, rubbing their bodies against him. Alicia kept grinding on his hard cock, Nia was licking his neck, and Jaz was hesitantly stroking his arm.

To anyone looking, it seemed like they were only a few seconds away from actually having sex right there in the middle of the locker room.

Jinzo was sitting a little further away from the group. He watched the whole thing with a look of disgust. He felt uneasy and grossed out. He looked over at Mac, who was staring at the girls with jealous eyes, practically drooling. Mac noticed Jinzo looking and gave him a frustrated glare. That actually surprised Jinzo a little bit.

Didn’t they decide to not suffer from this anymore? What the fuck were they doing?

The staff members were busy packing everything up, the Blacklist team was finally getting ready to head out.

Later, in the streets of the Underground.

Jinzo was walking all by himself through the dark, dirty streets. The air felt dense and smelled like garbage, smoke, and total sadness. There were flickering neon lights everywhere, and shady people were standing in the shadows, watching him walk by.

Jinzo could feel their eyes on him. He knew that in a place like this, a former Breakball player who did not have any protection was basically an easy target for anyone who wanted to cause trouble.

Suddenly, a thought popped into his head. He was actually surprised by his own thinking.

Are they really going to kick me out? How? he wondered. They don’t even have a replacement player, right? They would not just pick some random girl and leave the Baby-Boom team alone... Nash wants his women, so he wouldn’t just abandon Aiko... right?

Just as he was thinking that, a fancy black sedan slowed down and stopped right in front of him.

Jinzo froze in place. Two men wearing black suits stepped out of the car. They looked big and scary, and they stood right in front of him.

"Name and identity," one of them said.

Jinzo took a step back, starting to panic.

"W-what? Who are you? What do you want from me? I... I didn’t do anything!"

The men didn’t move a muscle. Jinzo started breathing fast, his chest heaving as he imagined the worst things that could happen.

Then, a calm and steady voice came from inside the car.

"Don’t be afraid, Mr. Jinzo."

The car door opened, and one man stepped out. He looked elegant and had a peaceful smile on his face.

"In the jungle, the cry of a wounded animal always attracts predators," he said softly. "And some predators know that behind a wounded animal, there is often a prey that is much richer... and much more interesting."

The man looked him straight in the eyes, and his smile grew a little wider.

"Good evening, Jinzo. My name is Hector Reiss, and I believe we have a lot to talk about."