Every member of the Rockin' Rivets can tell when Val is feeling a little pent up. Her roller derby drills get less careful, her bi-lingual tongue gets twice as foul, and her anger becomes borderline explosive.

During one of their defensive drills, groups of four players skate around the track - a jammer in each cluster. The jammer's goal is to escape their pack and advance to the next. The roar of wheels on parquet flooring mixes with the playlist blasting from the gym speakers and the muddled yelling of the scrimmage. Skaters buzz around the track, a blur of helmets and knee pads, all coated in the team color - a bright neon orange.

Val's group skates in sync, surrounding the jammer. Already up to speed, another blocker Trina throws a perfect pin maneuver, shoving her ass back swiftly into Val's thighs, effectively blocking her and freeing the jammer. The drill worked perfectly. That is, for everyone except Val. Smashing straight into Trina breaks Val's balance, which she takes as direct offense. Trina pissed Val off, as most things did, but she felt the rage overtake her sportsmanship more quickly than usual.

Forced down the track by the block, she makes a few decisive strides to increase her speed, getting as close to Trina as possible. She forgets all about the goals of the drill, focused only on executing a risky crossover in retribution. Val shifts her weight onto her dominant leg, the wind of her velocity flitting her long, black ponytail against her shoulders. Neck-and-neck with Trina, she crosses her non-dominant leg over, hits the floor with her wheels, and instantly switches direction. Val is nothing more than an orange blur as she slices straight in front of Trina.

"What the fuck?!" Trina yells, popping up on her toe and spinning like a top. The force sends her skidding into the rail. "Watch it, cunt!" She spoke before thinking, breaking the zen persona she had carefully cultivated. Her voice echoes through the gym, drawing the attention of a dozen skaters, onlookers, and arcade goers.

Val's face snaps back to the noise, her skates following suit. "You say something to me, pendeja?"

"Ladies, take a breather! Now!" booms the voice of their team captain. She hadn't seen the exchange, but it didn't matter. Either they were a team that worked together, or they were no team at all.

Val rolls her eyes, but leaves the track. A "breather" requires ditching their skates and helmets, donning street shoes, and lapping the building stride for stride until the issue is resolved. Without so much as a glance in her teammate's direction, Val is through the door and out onto the sidewalk before Trina can even switch shoes.

Newer to the team, Trina's slight frame and bleached pixy cut made her seem non-threatening, but she's every bit as strong as Val, and twice as crude. No one knew that about her... yet. Eager to get back into her skates, she leaves her sneakers partially untied while jogging to catch up to Val. The heat of midday is a stark contrast from the fluorescent gym lights and air-conditioned game hall interior. Her body adjusts to the heat, and her eyes adjust to the sunlight. She searches the street for her teammate, spotting the whisper of Val's hair disappearing around the side of the building. She's already starting her laps. Of course.

"Val!" Trina calls after, breaking into a trot. The pavement slaps her feet, bright grey concrete warming her bare legs. She sidesteps into the grass and rounds the corner, stepping into a relieving shade.

Val can hear her approaching, but she's not in the mood to resolve anything. "Fuck off, Trina," she spits.

"Look, Val, it was a simple pin maneuver. You didn't see it coming and that's on you," she says, thudding to a stop. Her words are harsh, but not untrue.

Val has been muddled lately. Distant. Friends have noticed it. Family have noticed it. Her performance with her team has been suffering, but there was too much going on in her mind to keep track of everything at once. She felt like breaking down, right then and there. Her self-assured mask was slipping. "I. Said. Fuck. Off."

"Can't," Trina shakes her head. "Not until we resolve this."

Val glared over at Trina. "Who do you think you are anyways?" Trina's response is to sigh heavily and let the silence hang. In Val's mind, she's still churning. She knows that her teammate is right, but a welling anxiety makes her muscles shake. She's losing control. "You've been on the Rivets for a month, acting like you know everything, but I'm twice the blocker you are," her tone is condescending. Val sticks a tape-wrapped finger in Trina's face.

"Well... I don't know about that," she scoffs.

Val is livid. She sees red. Hooking an arm around Trina's waist, she whips her around, caging her between the brick wall and both of her outstretched arms. "I don't think you know who you're dealing with, bitch," she intended to be threatening, intimidating, to assert herself, but Trina is unaffected. Her face is calm and stoic, almost empathetic.

In less than an instant, Trina leans in, mashing her mouth into Val's full, snarled lips.

The kiss catches Val off guard - the second time Trina has weakened her knees today. Anger and frustration mix with sudden lust and embarrassment. Trina's right... she missed the maneuver. She'd been missing a lot of things lately. Trina's ass pressing back against Val's thighs sent a rage through her, but it wasn't for just one reason...

She begins to kiss Trina back, sliding her tongue against soft lips and slowly pushing Trina's body into the brick wall.

"Tu puta madre..." she sighs. Her hands find Trina's waist. With a few soft twirling motions, she finds her way between Trina's jersey and her skin. She pulls her in closer, yanking on her spandex shorts. "Dammit Trina, you taste so good," she whispers against delicate lips. "And your ass, mm- I can think of a dozen things I'd like to do to that pretty little ass of yours."

"Fucking do it then," says Trina, breathless.

Val smiles, her body clenching, a twinge of desire sent deep into her core. This is exactly what she needed today. "I had no idea you wanted me so badly," she sets her lips on Trina's neck, and her palm slides down between tense thighs. She can feel the heat of her pussy and a noticeable wetness through the thin material.

"I don't!" Trina scoffs. "You're the one who's been mad-dogging me all day." She defensively bucks against Val's palm, shamelessly grinding her clit against the pressure.

"Your lips say no, but your almejita..." Val forces a fingertip up, stretching the spandex into Trina's swelling labia, "... she's begging for it."

Trina's breath is quick, and it only gets faster as Val slides her palm back up her lower abdomen, fingertips pressing against her waistband, and then slowly past it. She meets rough pubic hair, igniting her lust even further. Val feels herself getting wet. She looks at Trina's face, wanting to know how it changes when her clit is teased. Her stoic expression is already softened, and clearly excited. Val's fingertips plunge farther into her shorts, finding the front of Trina's slit and gently parting her folds. Her clit is swollen, and as Val's fingers locate it, she moans along with Trina.

"Hell yeah, Val," Trina's tone is like soft chimes. She relaxes her upper back into the wall, hips pushed forward. Her hands explore her own body, squeezing at modest breasts, pinching her nipples through her practice jersey. Val draws small circles around her clit, inducing sighs and gasps. Her pussy is warm and gushing, humping back desperately against her touch. "More..." she tilts her hips, sliding Vals pressure down her labia, "Yeah, I want it! Don't stop..." she whimpers.

Val slides a finger inside her, a small gush of fluid forcing its way past the knuckle. Trina's body moves on instinct, fucking herself on Val's hand. She quickens as another finger is added, then a third. "Fuck, yes! Stretch me out good, Val!"

In all her foul-mouthed days, Val had never met a woman more immediately demanding. Trina's body thrusts wildly, sputtering pleas and appreciations. Val's other hand slides down the back of her shorts, taking a greedy handful of Trina's round ass. Fingers claw at her skin, forcing the spandex to roll down pas her hips.

Val holds Trina between her arms - one set of fingers beginning to flutter against her g-spot, the other moving closer to her tight asshole. Feeling the impending pleasure, Trina slows her buckling, allowing Val to take control. A fingertip rests firmly against her anus, but not enough to begin penetrating her. "You want me to fill all your slutty little holes?"

"I want it Val, I want your fingers inside me," Trina pants, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

"Like this, flaquita?" Val forces her fingertip past the resistance with constant pressure.

"Fuuuuuck!"

Val feels Trina tightening, and she waits for her to relax before moving again. With a few flitting motions, she bats along Trina's g-spot. The tapping sets a rhythm that her body is quick to adapt to. She bobs gently with the waves of force, her lips parting more and more with each stroke.

Her eyebrows pinch together and her sighing deepens. As she begins to lose control, she starts fucking herself on her Val's fingers. The escalation forces another knuckle deep into Trina's asshole. "Mm- sí," Val sighs. She fingers Trina hard, a wet smacking coming from her pussy and a low moan coming from her throat. She moves her finger in and out of Trina's ass, wiggling it back and forth violently when she's in deep.

"Yeah, that! Do that again!! Oh, fuck, I'm so close!"

Val's well-defined forearms feel no fatigue. She could play with Trina's ass and pussy all day, but she wants badly to make her cum. Val would feel like she at least accomplished something today if she can make Trina cum.

She wiggles her finger fast inside Trina's tightening asshole, stretching it in every direction and sending vibrations deep into her. She curls her other fingers inside Trina's pussy, both hands working in tandem.

"Yeah... yeah... yeah..." Trina lifts up on her toes, "Oh fuck! You're gonna make me squirt, Val! Don't stop!"

"Híjole," she groans, clenching her own thighs together. Trina digs her elbows into the brick wall behind her, knees almost buckling. She contracts on Val's fingers, moaning like a broken squeaky toy. A rush of hot liquid covers Val's fingers as they continue moving ceaselessly against Trina's climax. Another rush of fluid - much more this time - overflows, soaking into the spandex shorts.

Wild, wet convulsions slow after a few more seconds, Val holding her steady before gently extracting her hands.

"Here," Trina gasps, standing pigeon-toed and pulling off her tops. Val watches her, noting the strain of her ribs as she sucks in air, and taking special consideration of her perky breasts. Trina hands Val her bra, and covers her pale breasts just in time. They hear the gym door open.

Skidding in the grass, one of the other teammates jogs around the corner of the building, stopping short when she sees the two players. "You- you guys good? Captain sent me to check." Val hides the sports bra behind her back, and they both speak at the same time - a muddled response that leaves the third teammate wide-eyed.

"Fuck off!" Val yells.

The third teammate's eyes bulge, and she takes a step back. Without another word, she turns on her heel and retreats into the gym. They hear the metal door close again. Trina turns to Val, intent on scolding her rude comment, but Val winks, disarming her.

"Mind if I keep this?" she asks Trina, holding up her forfeited bra.

"Bring it to my place later," Trina replies. "Let me at least try to repay that kickass orgasm you just gave me... let me suck your sweet tits and make you see stars... Fucking, PLEASE!" Trina smiles widely at Val, clasping her hands tightly together.

Val looks her up and down. A bit of sex has changed her look completely. The flush of pleasure has added a pinkness to her cheeks and an impish upturn to her lips. Val can't think of a single reason to say no, so she doesn't.

"You don't stand a chance, chica."