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I type it out before I have a second thought of how I'm being too giving to a complete stranger. I never associate with my subscribers like this. It doesn't even matter. No, at this point, if she wanted a free phone call or a damn video chat, I'd give it to her. I need to have an orgasm. Now.

The pulse of the egg forces me to my knees, and my back bows.

Coach:Why aren't you here at the gym?

What? I look at the calendar. There's no gym session today.

Me:There's nothing on the schedule and Jazz is here.

Coach:Get your ass to the gym now. You were told on Friday that you needed to be here.

I try to think back to that conversation, and I can't recall. I'm going crazy, that's the only explanation right?

Me:Can we reschedule?

Coach:Do not make me come get you.

That threat does it. I come so hard, I scream into the rug on my floor. My body shakes so hard, I land on my side and the egg doesn't stop torturing me. It pulses harder and my body convulses.

I drop my phone. There's no way I can keep up the conversation as the orgasm runs rampantly through me. It's extended as the egg pulses fast then slow. I don't have the controller and I do not know how it got turned on. Something isn't right, but what do I do? I can't touch the damn thing. Every time I do, it goes off.

Lying on the floor, I tremble and writhe. Moaning and bucking with each strong pulse of the vibration, another orgasm rushes through me.

My phone starts vibrating against the floor, alerting me a phone call is coming in. I close my eyes. Everything is overwhelming me. Then it stops. Everything stops and I wonder what the hell is going on.

I try to calm down as I pick up my phone. "He... hello?"

"Tia, are you seriously trying me?" Coach's harsh voice comes through on the other end. I take a deep breath, wondering if I should just tell her to go to hell.

"No." The pulsing starts again. Oh God. "Please." I beg. I don't know what I'm begging for.

"Princess, what's going on with you?" I try not to think about what that word does to me. Or the concern in her voice. Maybe that's me wishing it was true concern. Oh, Lord.

"It.. I ... Ohhh," I whimper again and Coach doesn't say a word, at least not right away.

"Are you having an orgasm, Tia?" Her voice is hushed, like she is afraid others will hear her. That fucking turns me on and I hump the damn ground.

"It won't turn off, Coach. I don't know how the egg got in me. The remote isn't in the dresser or the bathroom where I thought I had it. I… Ohhh. I think. I can... can't... I ..."

Everything starts to spin. I can't stop thinking about what I want and need. How much I need to feel the orgasm. The pleasure. Coach's voice. That's what I need. "Please don't stop talking to me, Coach. Please."

"Shh, princess. It's alright. Just feel the pleasure. It's going to be alright. I promise. Let the pleasure take over you."

Is... is she encouraging me? That can't be right. Or maybe it can. I don't know. Everything is going nuts or maybe I'm still in a dream. That's it. It has to be.

"Tell me, does the fact the egg is in you make you worried or is it because you are orgasming and have no control over it?"

"Co... coach..." My words are not forming. "It... I..."

She chuckles. Of course, she would fucking chuckle at me. "Answer my question, little princess."

The most shocking orgasm rips through me and my moan comes out strangled. I have to be quiet. I don't want Jazz to hear me. "You. Egg. I don't know anymore, Coach. I don't know. Please."

I'm begging my coach for something more than I know at the moment. The egg stops suddenly and Coach's voice comes through loud and clear.

"Stop fucking around, Tia, and get to practice. For every minute you are late I'm going to make you run. I'm going to make you sweat and wish you never thought about testing me again."

Her words do nothing to stop the pleasure. In fact, it eggs it on so much, I'm worried I'm going to have another orgasm.

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