Ava Stronghold

After a grueling practice, Ava lingers alone in the locker room, lost in thought as she showers and dresses. The steam clings to her skin like guilt. She knows why she was called back—there’s no avoiding it now. Dressed and clutching her bag, she knocks on the coach’s office door, heart pounding with dread.

Alone in a dim motel room, Ava waits in a fishnet bodysuit, the shame and fear crawling over her skin. This isn't training. This is submission. And he’s watching.

In a hospital exam room, Ava rides the coach’s cock while her mother lies unconscious nearby, machines humming. Each thrust is a betrayal, each moan swallowed by guilt.

Her partner searches for her after practice, unaware she’s hidden beneath a desk, servicing the coach. Every swallow threatens to give her away.

After being caught, Ava is given an ultimatum: quit the drugs and submit to gruelling extra training—or face exposure. She agrees, voice trembling, knowing she has no other way to keep playing.

Ava thinks she’s alone on the team bus when she pulls out a hidden case of vials and syringes. Just as she prepares her dose, a shadow falls over her—someone has seen everything. Panic floods her veins faster than the drug ever could.