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An unfortunate loss for the University Varsity Soccer team today. Despite his best efforts, goalkeeper Bradley just couldn't focus as goal after goal was scored against him. Furthermore, he hadn't slept well last night ever since the sight of Alexa in her wheelchair became so ingrained in his head that it became the only thing he could think about. Maybe a cold shower will get her out of his mind. However, as Brad approaches his locker, a familiar figure greets him from the shadows...

"Hey Brad," Alexa beckons softly while rising from her wheelchair, her pristine white plaster on full display. "A shame you didn't win today. I'm sure you'll do better next time."

"Alexa!" Brad stammers, unsure how to react. "Umm... this is the men's locker room!"

One would expect a person wearing such a massive cast would not be able to strut in such a way and yet Alexa does so with the elegance and confidence of a runway fashion model, albeit slowly. Approaching on her one good leg and leaning forwards, Alexa pivots her large spica casts to physically block this young man from moving past her. Her casted heel makes a noticeable clunk on the floor, stopping mere inches away. Brad's intense interest in Alexa and her casts is obvious- his brow sweats and his hands, still clutching a soccer ball, tremble as she comes in close.

"Brad, I've seen the way you've looked at me... and my casts. I think it's safe to say that I know what you want. What would you say if I told you to dump Vivianna and, instead, take me to the big dance next week? I'd really enjoy your company."

The boldness of Alexa's question leaves Bradley speechless. He responds with a series of stutters as his eyes dart from one end of Alexa's casts to the other. He and Vivianna had been planning on attending the big dance for weeks.

"I... I don't know..."

"But I thought you liked me," Alexa pouts, her finger now touching his soccer ball suggestively. "I couldn't possibly attend the big dance without someone like you to help me. Afterall, I'm completely helpless in these big... restrictive... heavy... casts..."

Alexa leans in further. Brad now finds himself backed up against a wall of lockers, his free hand jammed up against the Alexa's casted chest. Seeing a casted girl from afar and having one right up against ones face are two totally different things. In these short moments, Brad's emotions and hormones surge, his heart races. The hard, hollow sound of the spicas coupled with the unique smell of plaster mixed with expensive French perfumes is an experience he had only ever dreamed about and one that now envelops his senses. With both his hands now straddling Alexa's casted breasts, Brad seems to be living out a dream with feelings and sensations that he never experienced with his current girlfriend Vivianna. As a final act, Alexa plays footsie with her bare foot directly between Brad's legs: she firmly places her toes directly atop of his as if to claim her territory.

"Okay, okay fine I'll do it!" Brad finally lets out, his soccer ball dropping to the floor. "I'll dump Vivianna..."

"Terrific," Alexa says with glee. "Let's celebrate at the movies tonight. Pick me up at Lambda House, 8 o'clock sharp. Don't be late."

As Alexa backs away slowly, Bradley shakes himself out of his stupor, still incredulous at the turn of events. No woman has ever spoken to him in such a way, let alone commanded him with such authority. He seems practically spellbound by this plaster-bound vixen.

"One more thing," Alexa says, "I need a small favor."

Reaching inside the padded rim of her shoulder spica and pulling out her phone, Alexa displays the image of a rather chipper young student on the screen. Brad squints to make out the face and the name beneath it.

"Michelle Linden? Who's that?" Bradley asks.

"She goes by 'Shellie' and she's my... best friend in the whole world. She also recently broke her leg but is just too shy to come out lately. I'd really appreciate it if you'd invite her to the big dance next week as your other date. You know, to get her to come out and cheer her up."

"Wait, wait. You want me to take you and this other girl to the big dance?"

"That's right, it'll be the three of us. But don't mention anything about me, not a word. I want it to be a surprise for her when she arrives. Got it?"

Brad's face makes all sorts of puzzled expressions before finally agreeing with a shrug.

"Well I guess I can do that."

"Fabulous," Alexa says, a subtle smile appearing on her face. "Just fabulous."

Authors Note:

Alexa's strengths ares on full display: What she wants, she takes.

By cleverly using her casts to her advantage, she has struck a blow against cheerleader Vivianna, her hated rival, by stealing her boyfriend Bradley. But what's she up to, getting Brad to invite Shellie to the big dance?

As for Brad, I don't think he realizes the tangled web he's getting himself into by simping for Alexa.

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An unfortunate loss for the University Varsity Soccer team today. Despite his best efforts, goalkeeper Bradley just couldn't focus as goal after goal was scored against him. Furthermore, he hadn't slept well last night ever since the sight of Alexa in her wheelchair became so ingrained in his head that it became the only thing he could think about. Maybe a cold shower will get her out of his mind. However, as Brad approaches his locker, a familiar figure greets him from the shadows...

"Hey Brad," Alexa beckons softly while rising from her wheelchair, her pristine white plaster on full display. "A shame you didn't win today. I'm sure you'll do better next time."

"Alexa!" Brad stammers, unsure how to react. "Umm... this is the men's locker room!"

One would expect a person wearing such a massive cast would not be able to strut in such a way and yet Alexa does so with the elegance and confidence of a runway fashion model, albeit slowly. Approaching on her one good leg and leaning forwards, Alexa pivots her large spica casts to physically block this young man from moving past her. Her casted heel makes a noticeable clunk on the floor, stopping mere inches away. Brad's intense interest in Alexa and her casts is obvious- his brow sweats and his hands, still clutching a soccer ball, tremble as she comes in close.

"Brad, I've seen the way you've looked at me... and my casts. I think it's safe to say that I know what you want. What would you say if I told you to dump Vivianna and, instead, take me to the big dance next week? I'd really enjoy your company."

The boldness of Alexa's question leaves Bradley speechless. He responds with a series of stutters as his eyes dart from one end of Alexa's casts to the other. He and Vivianna had been planning on attending the big dance for weeks.

"I... I don't know..."

"But I thought you liked me," Alexa pouts, her finger now touching his soccer ball suggestively. "I couldn't possibly attend the big dance without someone like you to help me. Afterall, I'm completely helpless in these big... restrictive... heavy... casts..."

Alexa leans in further. Brad now finds himself backed up against a wall of lockers, his free hand jammed up against the Alexa's casted chest. Seeing a casted girl from afar and having one right up against ones face are two totally different things. In these short moments, Brad's emotions and hormones surge, his heart races. The hard, hollow sound of the spicas coupled with the unique smell of plaster mixed with expensive French perfumes is an experience he had only ever dreamed about and one that now envelops his senses. With both his hands now straddling Alexa's casted breasts, Brad seems to be living out a dream with feelings and sensations that he never experienced with his current girlfriend Vivianna. As a final act, Alexa plays footsie with her bare foot directly between Brad's legs: she firmly places her toes directly atop of his as if to claim her territory.

"Okay, okay fine I'll do it!" Brad finally lets out, his soccer ball dropping to the floor. "I'll dump Vivianna..."

"Terrific," Alexa says with glee. "Let's celebrate at the movies tonight. Pick me up at Lambda House, 8 o'clock sharp. Don't be late."

As Alexa backs away slowly, Bradley shakes himself out of his stupor, still incredulous at the turn of events. No woman has ever spoken to him in such a way, let alone commanded him with such authority. He seems practically spellbound by this plaster-bound vixen.

"One more thing," Alexa says, "I need a small favor."

Reaching inside the padded rim of her shoulder spica and pulling out her phone, Alexa displays the image of a rather chipper young student on the screen. Brad squints to make out the face and the name beneath it.

"Michelle Linden? Who's that?" Bradley asks.

"She goes by 'Shellie' and she's my... best friend in the whole world. She also recently broke her leg but is just too shy to come out lately. I'd really appreciate it if you'd invite her to the big dance next week as your other date. You know, to get her to come out and cheer her up."

"Wait, wait. You want me to take you and this other girl to the big dance?"

"That's right, it'll be the three of us. But don't mention anything about me, not a word. I want it to be a surprise for her when she arrives. Got it?"

Brad's face makes all sorts of puzzled expressions before finally agreeing with a shrug.

"Well I guess I can do that."

"Fabulous," Alexa says, a subtle smile appearing on her face. "Just fabulous."

Authors Note:

Alexa's strengths ares on full display: What she wants, she takes.

By cleverly using her casts to her advantage, she has struck a blow against cheerleader Vivianna, her hated rival, by stealing her boyfriend Bradley. But what's she up to, getting Brad to invite Shellie to the big dance?

As for Brad, I don't think he realizes the tangled web he's getting himself into by simping for Alexa.