"So what are these for?"
"There's a table tennis player named Marco Kramer. He's staying in Room 712 of Dorm 9. I want you to go there and show him the time of his life."
Isadora frowned. "How will that sabotage? You think I'm unpleasant to be with? I'm good at the sex."
"No. I'm sure you are. Just make sure that by the time you're done with him, he has trouble walking."
"You want me to use the sex toys on the ass?"
"It sounds weird when you say it like that, but yes."
"That's easy. This one will work especially well for the ass." Isadora reached into her bag and pulled out a floppy black dildo that was easily a foot long.
Poor Marco. "I'd rather not know exactly how it goes down. Just get it done."
"Okay. Anything else you need of me?"
"That's all. Thanks for your help, Isadora. And good luck finding Rodrigo's ticket. I don't know what he did to your family, but we'll make him pay."
Chapter 22
Wednesday
Alina
"Alright, that's enough film study for today," said Coach Hammond. "I think you girls are ready for Italy tomorrow."
I let out a sigh of relief. For the past 45 minutes I had been watching the clock counting down to when we were supposed to get out. I knew that getting out on schedule would give us time to get to the track to see Bryce's race, I just never thought Coach would actually not keep us late.
"There is one more thing though," continued Coach.
Damn it. Is she really going to make us run more stairs?
"The US ITA Committee sent me a memo today about the tiebreaker event. Apparently they think it's appropriate to waste our valuable practice time on something that is never even going to happen, but nonetheless, I have to talk to you about it. As you've probably heard, the USA and Brazil could potentially have the same medal count at the end of the games, so per the official ITA rulebook, they have to start planning for a tiebreaker event. For some reason, the geniuses making the rules thought it would be a good idea to let the host nation choose the event, which in this case means Brazil got to choose an event in which they believe they're superior to the USA."
I glanced up at the clock. Come on. This is going to make me miss Bryce's race!
"Brazil has chosen for the event to be a strip dance, which I guess in South America is considered a form of ballroom dance rather than something you'd see in a strip club. So I have to ask: are any of you interested in volunteering to perform for the USA?"
My teammates all laughed.
"Good, that's the reaction I was expecting. I'd hate for one of you girls to do it and lose focus on volleyball. Speaking of which, maybe this whole tiebreaker business does have a silver lining. Brazil's performer will be Gabriela Santos. And after the way she tore us apart in the group stage, her losing focus on volleyball isn't the worst thing to ever happen."
Of course Gabriela would want to do a strip dance. She probably works at a strip club as her side job anyway.
"Any questions?" asked Coach. She looked around the room, but no one had anything to say. "Okay then, I'll see you all tomorrow for the semi final against Italy. And don't let me hear any stories about any of you partying tonight."
The minute we were dismissed Kristen and I sprinted to the locker room, grabbed our stuff, and then rushed to the train station. We made it on the train thirty seconds before the conductor closed the doors.
After we caught our breath, Kristen turned to me. "I can't believe you didn't volunteer to go against Gabriela. This could be your chance to pay her back for all the shit she did to you."
"How would embarrassing myself by stripping in front of the whole world and losing to Gabriela be getting her back? That seems like just the kind of thing she would have tried to trick me into doing back in college. And how is the ITA even allowing a strip dance to be an event? They won't be able to show that on TV."
"Have you ever heard of that show Bailando por un SueƱo?"
"No."
"It's the Argentinean version of Dancing with the Stars. They've had strip dances on there for a while and it was a big deal when one of the contestants actually stripped. Most of them just dance around in lingerie and occasionally take their bra off at the end while they're facing away from the audience. They never actually show anything. For the most part it's no more revealing than the outfits they wear on Dancing with the Stars."