The whole thing was one seamless surface, coated with the same slick lubricant the NESTs used. Gravity was distorted within the Melee Pit as well, to ...eep the lube from pooling and to keep contestants from getting stuck in the lower areas. It was about constant motion, about sliding around at almost frightening speeds, but Kyla loved it. Sliding around down there was just fun. Lonji had shown her a visual recording of one of the last season's Melee Pit events. Dozens of glistening naked bodies. After that, we went through the actions of the assistant. And what he told me, then and later.And then about the actions of the girl and the team member.Finally, he asked whether there was anything else I wanted to add about what happened on the field.When we were done, I asked if he could turn off the recorder, claiming it made me uncomfortable. He did some things, and said that it was off. It was clearly not true, but I didn't blame him. I asked him whether the coach was in trouble. He said. I had never been a girl that thought I was anything more than average. I was in good shape, and I think I had a nice butt, but my chest was average and I didn’t have the hourglass shape others had. I didn’t intend on James’s promise actually meaning anything, so I put on a pair of boxers and a tee shirt and went down to watch some television until James got home. When I heard the door open, I thought nothing of it, but then as James came down the stairs into the living room, and four guys. I shivered. My whole body, every nerve in my body, shivered. “Yes,” I almost sobbed.“I will search all three of them,” he said and circled my clit by scratching a fingernail against the two layers of fabric that covered it, sending coarse vibrations straight into the hot, molten core of me like little needles of too much pleasure. Too much, too uncomfortable to orgasm from it and not enough at the same time, but then the pad of his thumb pushed up and into the yawning, grasping, empty, weeping.