Karyn didn't immediately change once she got back into the locker room. Next period was lunch, so she could take her time without worrying about being late, and she wanted to revel in her feeling of victory for a bit. So instead, she walked around the locker room like she owned it, like it was a castle and she was the king, stopping here and there to talk shop with someone who was actually trying to change back into their school clothes.
"Sorry if I hit you too hard."
"You almost had me with that jab step."
"You should join the game next week."
The other boys would respond, but it was clear that Karyn was holding up most of the conversation. Like a talk show host walking into the seats, holding up a microphone to one random audience member after another. They each gave their input, but it was Karyn's show.
One by one, the locker room began to empty out. And soon it was just a small handful of boys putting on socks and tying their shoes, getting ready to leave, and Karyn still completely suited up for gym. She sighed. Nothing lasted forever, she supposed as she finally turned to Biff's locker and began removing items.
Karyn was alone in the locker room as she stepped into a shower stall, the late bell having rung about a minute before. She'd never felt more in control of her world than she did in that moment, completely naked, under the water, still full of adrenaline from the game, full of confidence from how everyone else in the locker room was deferring to her. She ran a hand through her short-cropped hair, wringing water out as she went, and reveled in the feeling. Nothing, absolutely nothing in the world could control her. She was in charge, as long as she was in this body. As long as she was big and strong and dominant, there wasn't anyone in the world who could--
"Hey, sexy."
Karyn's brain stopped on a dime. Her muscles froze. Half in fear, half in something else, as the coquettish little voice of Sarah McMillan echoed off of the tiled walls.
"Why don't you turn off that water for me?"
Karyn's hand was moving for the knob before her brain even had a chance to mount a protest. She was turning towards the entrance of the stall even as a little voice in the back of her head began to rise in panic. But before that voice in her head could produce any coherent thought, the stall curtain was flung open to reveal the curvy form of Lake Point High School's head cheerleader, swinging her beskirted hips side to side as she stretched her arms high above her head. And a somewhat less little voice at the tip of Karyn's penis woke up, and drowned out the panic before it was even words.
"Sarah," was all Karyn managed to get out as her eyes scanned up and down the body before her.
"Eyes down here." The blonde hefted her bust once, twice, then slid her arms behind her to remove her cheerleading top and hang it on the shower curtain, revealing a pink lace bra beneath
Karyn's eyes obeyed the command, focusing entirely on the cleavage before her, dumbfounded, unable to speak, wrapped entirely around Sarah's little finger, as the cheerleader reached somewhere for a towel and dropped it on the floor in front of Karyn. "Don't want to get my knees wet," she said before setting those very knees down to kneel on the towel.
Karyn's gaze followed Sarah's generous mounds as it lowered, until they were obscured by an erect penis. By Karyn's erect penis. When had she become erect?
As Sarah settled down, her lips found themselves naturally placed just an inch away from Karyn's throbbing tip. The cheerleader looked up into Karyn's eyes, gave a smirk that caused a tremor to wash across Karyn's body, then leaned in just enough so that her lips gently parted around Karyn's head. Just enough so that Sarah could press her tongue against the bit of Karyn's flesh that poked through, then pull it away.
Karyn's mind went blank. She wasn't Karyn anymore. She wasn't Biff, either. But whoever Karyn was, she wasn't the one in control of Biff's body. That voice, that downstairs voice that had drowned out Karyn's panic, it was the only thing that mattered, and it was going to do whatever Sarah asked of it.
"Talk dirty to me," Sarah said, pulling her mouth away for a moment as her hands gripped Karyn's wet thighs.
"You're such a filthy whore, Sarah." They weren't Karyn's words. They were dick-voice words.
"Yeah, I am." A grin, and then her lips plunged themselves down onto Karyn's member.
"You just love the feeling of my cock in your throat."
Sarah moaned.
"I'm going to come in your face, and you're going to love it."
Sarah's tongue wrapped around Karyn's member, and her hands reached behind to grip Karyn's butt, pulling the football player's body deeper into her mouth.
"You're just a little cocksucker, you know that?" The words were dominant, but Karyn knew she was only saying them because Sarah loved to hear them. It was Sarah who was truly in control here.
The tingling of arousal began to mix with the leftover adrenaline from the basketball game, with the triumph of owning the locker room, and Karyn found herself quickly building to something she had never experienced before. Words began to strangle themselves in her throat, as sensations radiated across her body, centered exactly where Sarah wanted them to be centered. On her. On her mouth. On the part of Karyn's body that was in Sarah's mouth.
And then the explosion came. Karyn felt like she'd gone blind for a split second, had to reach out with a hand to steady herself against the stall. When she was able to look back down, what she saw was Sarah, smiling below her in just that pink bra and her cheerleading skirt, looking up at Karyn with a satisfied smile. And then she swallowed.
Said "good boy."
Stood up.
Pulled her top from off of the curtain rod.
Sashayed away from the showers.
And the moment before the locker room door closed behind her, she called back, "Go finish your shower, then meet me at lunch."
And all Karyn wanted to do was whatever Sarah had just told her.
