Jordan was helpless in the hands of Stephanie’s hands as they casually walked by the agents. As they rounded the corner and were away from the agents Sara plucked Jordan from Stephanie’s hands. As she lifted Jordan up she gave him a kiss before setting him down into her familiar hand.
“I’m so sorry about Tamara. I will make sure she doesn’t bother you anymore. No one fucks with my whitto man.” Sara said as she gently felt up and down Jordan’s body. “Stop struggling body hottie. I’m just checking to make sure she didn’t break anything.” Sara said as she continued to feel up and down Jordan’s body. Jordan couldn’t help but feel violated as Sara felt him all over until she was sufficiently satisfied that he was unharmed.
Jordan hated that the idea of his personal space had evaporated. He had the same personal space as a baby at this point. As if someone thinks a baby’s diaper needs changing they just check. If someone wants to pick up a baby they just pick them up without ever thinking twice or asking.
As the girls pushed the locker room door open. The hot sweaty air of the locker room assaulted his nose as they walked further in. The thud of the heavy door reminded Jordan that there was no leaving for someone his size from here. He could only leave when they decide to.
“Sorry, I’m so sweaty Body Hottie. I get a little competitive.” Sara said sitting down on the bench.
“Little competitive? You’re barking orders on the court like it’s the NBA. I don’t even know what a screen is let alone running one.” Stephanie said sitting down next to Sara.
“Steph, you’re just happy when you score a basket. I saw your touchdown dance when you made that basket.” Ellie said with a slight snicker as she pulled off her shirt tossing it into her locker
Sara headed over to her locker this time setting Jordan down inside the locker remembering his insecurity before Gym in the locker room. Jordan took a few steps back from the edge to ease his mind from his fear of heights.
“Hurry and get undressed. I wanna take a shower. I’m all gross.” Sara said setting her phone down in the locker before she pulled off her shirt and tossed it into the locker behind Jordan. The impact of Sara’s Gym shirt landing on the floor of her gym locker was enough to knock him a bit forward. It made Jordan thankful that he had backed up. The idea of being sent careening out of her locker to die on the floor of a high school locker room was not how Jordan pictured himself dying.
As he turned around the heavy-looking soiled cotton shirt Sara had on dominated the space available in the locker and quickly the air around Jordan smelled like her shirt. A couple of moments later the dark gym shorts she had on landed on top of the shirt. The sound of the impact sounded much more dramatic and dangerous than it actually was. However, once again Jordan had to brace himself for the blast of air that followed the shorts landing in the locker. The loud snapping of Sara’s fingers jolted Jordan to turn his head.
“Stop dawdling around. You’re still fully dressed.” Sara said
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