Chapter 328: Community Service
Saya sat all by herself on the bench of the locker room. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and just staring at the cracked tiles on the floor.
Her hands were still shaking a little bit. The rest of the team had already headed out. Vargas had given them another one of those long speeches that didn’t actually mean anything, telling them they needed to "fight with heart," before he walked off into his office with Rin. Roam had tried to put a hand on her shoulder as he was leaving, but Saya just shrugged him off without even looking at him.
Their next match was against the Baby-Boom. Just thinking about that fact felt like having a heavy stone sitting in her stomach.
The bribes would not work this time. It was all over. All the little tricks, the shady deals, and the gross favors she did for people did not mean anything anymore. She could not just sell her body to get an easy win or beg for more time.
The Baby-Boom were girls, and the girls down in the Underground were not like some the horny dogs you could find in every house. And after that game? They were supposed to play against Blacklist.
She knew for a fact, it was basically written in stone, that Nash was going to destroy them. He was going to roll right over their faces and take his revenge in the most brutal way he could.
Saya’s breathing started to get short and choppy.
She closed her eyes, and the memories came back to her like dirty waves.
Vargas never bothered with her problems for very long. He liked it better when he could bend her over his desk, yank her shorts down just enough, and shove himself inside without any kind of preparation.
He always went in raw. She could still remember the thick, sticky heat of his ridiculous dick filling her up with every hard thrust while he kept talking about "discipline" and "loyalty to the team."
He never pulled out. He always finished deep inside her, filling her with thick loads that leaked down her thighs the second he stepped back. Sometimes he made her stay bent over like that while it dripped onto the floor, telling her it was so she could "think about her responsibilities."
Gross.
She then saw the nights with six or seven players. It was even worse. They would be in cheap motel rooms, one of them would hold her wrists high above her head while two others forced their way into her at the same time, one in her pussy and one in her ass, while a third guy pushed his cock into her mouth until she gagged.
The other guys just waited their turn, stroking themselves and laughing. They talked about her like she was just a piece of furniture.
"Saya is always open,"
"Saya never says no,"
"Just use her, she is used to it,"
Disgusting.
They never used condoms. By the end of the night, her stomach would ache because she had been filled so many times. Cum would be leaking from every single hole, and her whole body would be sore and covered in handprints. She would just lie there afterward, staring up at the stained ceiling while they got dressed and left without even looking at her.
Then there was the referee before a close loss. He had pushed her against the wall in the corridor, yanked her shorts to the side, and fucked her hard and fast while she could still hear the sound of the crowd in the distance.
He finished inside her without saying a word, patted her ass once, and walked away. She stood there for a long time with his cum running down the inside of her thighs, staring at the opposite wall until her legs finally stopped shaking.
And Roam. Useless, stupid Roam... He would bark and yell after they lost, but then still wanted to fuck her like that would actually fix anything. There were nights she let him do it because it was just easier than arguing. He would finish way too fast and then fall asleep on top of her while she stared at the ceiling, feeling absolutely nothing.
She had taken the morning-after pills like they were candy. Pack after pack. She would swallow them with cheap energy drinks between her practices, telling herself that it was fine and that she was being careful enough.
But there was a small white plastic stick lying on the floor between her feet, and it was saying the exact opposite.
Two pink lines.
Saya stared at it for a long time. A cold, heavy feeling of didgust rose from her stomach up into her throat.
She was pregnant.
And she had no idea which of the hundreds of men the baby belonged to.
Vargas? Roam? The referee? Maybe someone from another team ? It could have been any of them. All of them had gone in raw. All of them had left something inside her as if she was the community dumpster.
She picked up the test with trembling fingers, and then she threw it across the room in a fit of anger. It hit the metal locker with a sharp clatter and bounced onto the floor, but those two pink lines were still clearly visible.
The Blacklist girls lived in a completely different world. She had seen the photos and the sponsor announcements. They had clean clothes and they smiled without any fear. They fought alongside Nash like a powerful team. Nash actually protected them instead of using them.
Compared to them, Saya felt filthy beyond imagination. She felt used up, cheap, and disposable. Her body felt like a public toilet that everyone had just pissed in. Every time she looked at her own skin, she remembered the hands, the mouths, and the cocks that had taken whatever they wanted and then just left.
She could still feel the drying cum on her thighs even when she was clean. She felt like something that should just be thrown away, something too dirty to keep.
The Dust Dogs were going to lose their last three matches. She already knew it. They would lose their sponsor, and the team would fall apart. Then there would be nothing left for her except the streets. Those same streets that ate girls like her every single season. She would end up in some alley or a cheap room, taking whatever money men were willing to give for the same thing she had already been giving away for free.
Her chest tightened up so much that it actually hurt to breathe.
She stood up so fast that the bench scraped loudly against the floor. Then she turned and slammed her fist into the wooden surface with a broken scream.
"Fuck!"
The impact hurt her her arm, but she didn’t care. She hit it again.
"Fuck!"
And again.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Each scream tore out of her throat louder than the one before. Tears ran down her face, mixing with the sweat that was still drying on her skin. She kept punching the bench until her knuckles split and left small smears of blood on the wood. Her voice cracked and her shoulders shook. The pregnancy test still lay on the floor, and those two pink lines refused to go away.
Saya finally dropped to her knees, pressing her forehead against the edge of the bench, sobbing so hard that her whole body trembled.
Outside the locker room, the Underground just kept moving, not caring about her at all. Because why would it? It was just Tuesday. It was just another woman with her life wasted, ready to lose the baby or doom it to a horrible life.
This was the Underground. It was not Disney.
The street outside was still a mess, full of dirt and loud noises, but the empty shop where Nash was standing looked almost too clean for this part of the Underground. It felt out of place, like a shiny diamond sitting in a pile of trash.
Nash stood by the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. In front of him, the seller, a skinny guy wearing a cheap suit that did not even fit him right, was laying out several pieces of paper. Victoria was standing right next to Nash, and she was already reading through the contract with very sharp eyes. She flipped through the pages quickly, using her finger to underline a few lines.
Every now and then, she asked a short, direct question that made the seller jump and straighten his back, making him answer very carefully because he knew she was catching every mistake.
Whenever Victoria glanced at him, Nash just nodded. He was pretending that he actually understood what was going on. In reality, he didn’t. To him, contracts and the rules about who owns what felt like a foreign language. He could usually understand the first few words, but by the time they hit the third page, his brain just stopped working and his mind started to wander. The only things he actually paid attention to were the parts about the risks and the specific clauses that could screw him over. Thankfully, he could count on Victoria for every single detail.
Sarra stayed glued to his left side the whole time. She had her arm wrapped tightly around his, holding on for dear life. Every time the conversation slowed down for even a second, she would lean up and press a soft kiss on him. First, she kissed his jaw. Then, she moved to the corner of his mouth. After that, she gave him a longer kiss on his neck, staying there just long enough for him to feel how warm her lips were. Each time she pulled back, she had this little, happy smile on her face, like she simply could not stop herself from doing it.
On his right side, Lina was watching everything. She had her arms crossed, and she had a look on her face that showed just how amused she was. Every time Sarra kissed him, the smirk on Lina’s face grew a little wider. Lina was the one who had encouraged her friend to be more open and expressive with Nash, so it was cute and funny for her to see it actually happening. Though, deep down, Lina probably knew that her advice was not the only reason why Sarra was acting this way.
"This place is way too nice for a street like this," Lina finally said, tilting her head to the side. "You sure you did not get lost, darling?"
Nash looked over at her.
"It’s just the start," he answered. "I bought a few more shops around here. If things go the way I want, we can turn this whole corner into something actually useful. We can give people real jobs instead of the usual hell they live in."
Sarra’s fingers tightened around his arm. She looked up at him with soft, loving eyes, then she rose up on her toes again and kissed the side of his neck. This time, she did it slower. Her lips stayed there for a second longer than before, feeling warm and careful against his skin.
"You are always too generous..." she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
Victoria finished reading the last page and gave a single nod. She spoke to the seller in a firm voice. A few minutes later, the man packed up his papers, shook her hand and Nash’s hand, and then walked toward the back of the shop to finish up a few last details.
The moment they walked away, Nash turned his body fully toward Sarra. He slid one arm around her waist and pulled her tight against his chest with a low chuckle.
"Come here, you little demon," he whispered. "It is time for payback."
Sarra laughed softly, pressing her body against his. He leaned down and kissed her properly this time, deep and slow. Her lips were soft and warm, and she was a little hesitant at first, which was how she always acted when she tried to be more sensual. Nash’s large hands moved down to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh through her clothes and pulling her even closer while he kept kissing her.
Lina, for her part, stayed silent for a second. Her pest smile faded, replaced by a real look of admiration. She approached, rubbing herself against Nash’s free side.
"You’re building a real empire, you big dummy," Lina murmured, slipping her fingers behind his back to caress his neck. "But you know, some people are going to hate this? You’re destroying their free pussy access."
Nash grabbed Lina by the waist, pulling her against him too. He found himself with both girls pressed against his sides. He placed a tender kiss on Sarra’s forehead, then another on Lina’s hair.
"Let them hate it," Nash said simply. "I am just opening doors. For people like us."
Sarra smiled against his chest and gave him one more small kiss on his collarbone. Lina chuckled and gave him a little nudge with her hip, both closing their eyes to savor the smell of their man. On this side of the world, things felt shining and soft, but on other sides, the artificial sunlight never even reached the ground.