Being liberal with the prompts
WNBA RPS, 1x100, 1x150. People real, stories fake. Will return with profile linkage.
Tamika Williams/Asjha Jones, Minnesota Lynx and Connecticut Sun
The party had started going downhill when Swin declared that her costume was "two-time WNBA champion". That had started a three-way pissing contest among her, Sue, and Diana as they dragged out bejeweled rings and shining medals.
"Wanna leave?" Asjha murmured in Tamika's ear.
"Why? It's just getting good. Sue just said something about Swin's mama, and- oh, there go the earrings!"
"You sure?" Asjha's voice, and her surprisingly active hand, dropped lower.
"Well, um..."
Asjha's hand dropped lower still, to the waist of Tamika's tight blue jeans.
Distracted by the catfight between Swin and Sue, no one noticed Tamika and Asjha leaving.
Crystal Robinson/Vickie Johnson, New York Liberty, set in 2000
"Share the porn, Crystal."
"Get your own!" Crystal slapped Teresa's hand away, then turned and whacked Jess across the nose with the rolled-up magazine. "Can't a woman read in private anymore?"
Properly chastened, the rookie left, but Teresa countered, "You ain't readin'."
"I'd still like to be left alone with my naked women." Teresa didn't budge. Crystal sighed and pulled out a second magazine for Teresa. "Now git!"
Alone at last, she reopened her magazine to the candid pictures hidden within, the curves of shy smile, smooth shoulders, hips, ass, and the contrasting ruler-straight lines of braids, the sleek and unconscious grace that the camera had somehow been able to capture. There was an illicit thrill to the photos; she shoudldn't have them, and it could mean the end of everything if they were ever discovered.
After all, if Vickie didn't kill her for them, Teresa most certainly would.
Tamika Williams/Asjha Jones, Minnesota Lynx and Connecticut Sun
The party had started going downhill when Swin declared that her costume was "two-time WNBA champion". That had started a three-way pissing contest among her, Sue, and Diana as they dragged out bejeweled rings and shining medals.
"Wanna leave?" Asjha murmured in Tamika's ear.
"Why? It's just getting good. Sue just said something about Swin's mama, and- oh, there go the earrings!"
"You sure?" Asjha's voice, and her surprisingly active hand, dropped lower.
"Well, um..."
Asjha's hand dropped lower still, to the waist of Tamika's tight blue jeans.
Distracted by the catfight between Swin and Sue, no one noticed Tamika and Asjha leaving.
Crystal Robinson/Vickie Johnson, New York Liberty, set in 2000
"Share the porn, Crystal."
"Get your own!" Crystal slapped Teresa's hand away, then turned and whacked Jess across the nose with the rolled-up magazine. "Can't a woman read in private anymore?"
Properly chastened, the rookie left, but Teresa countered, "You ain't readin'."
"I'd still like to be left alone with my naked women." Teresa didn't budge. Crystal sighed and pulled out a second magazine for Teresa. "Now git!"
Alone at last, she reopened her magazine to the candid pictures hidden within, the curves of shy smile, smooth shoulders, hips, ass, and the contrasting ruler-straight lines of braids, the sleek and unconscious grace that the camera had somehow been able to capture. There was an illicit thrill to the photos; she shoudldn't have them, and it could mean the end of everything if they were ever discovered.
After all, if Vickie didn't kill her for them, Teresa most certainly would.