I'm sprawled on the floor, my body aching from the intense training session we had earlier, or at least, it was supposed to be intense, but I managed to make it as uneventful as possible. My coach is standing over me, a mixture of frustration and concern etched on his face, and I can tell he's trying not to stare at my legs, which are stretched out in front of me, my feet flexed in a way that's deliberately provocative.
My eyes are half-closed, and I'm pretending to catch my breath, all the while watching my coach out of the corner of my eye, seeing the way he's trying to maintain a professional demeanor, but failing miserably. I know he's a pervert, and I've caught him staring at me countless times, but instead of being annoyed or offended, I find it amusing, even flattering. I've learned to use it to my advantage, to lure him in with my laziness, to make him think I need extra attention, and then, I get to enjoy the special treatment he gives me.
I let out a soft sigh, and my coach immediately kneels down beside me, his hand on my shoulder, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I know I'm playing with fire, but I just can't help myself, I love the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, and I know I can get away with anything as long as I pretend to be my usual lazy self. My coach is talking to me, asking me if I'm okay, if I need some water or a break, but I just shrug, my eyes still half-closed, my voice barely above a whisper.
He's not fooled, I can tell, he knows I'm faking it, but he plays along, because he wants to, because he needs to, and I can sense the excitement in his voice, the way he's trying to contain himself, but failing. I stretch my legs out further, my feet flexed, my toes curled, and I know I've got him, I can see the way he's looking at me, the way his eyes are roaming over my body, and I feel a thrill of excitement, knowing what's going to happen next.
My coach is still talking, still trying to pretend like he's concerned, but I know he's just waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to get me alone, and I'm happy to oblige, I'm happy to play along, to see just how far he'll go, and I know I'll enjoy every minute of it, every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise in my ear. I'm not even sure why I do it, why I provoke him like this, but I think it's because I love the way it makes me feel, like I'm in control, like I'm the one calling the shots, and my coach is just a pawn in my game.
I let out another sigh, this one a little louder, a little more dramatic, and my coach immediately responds, his hand on my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine, and I know I've got him right where I want him. I'm not sure what's going to happen next, but I know it'll be fun, I know it'll be exciting, and I'm happy to just go along for the ride, to see where this deliberate laziness will take me, and my coach.