You were trying out for a spot on the Tune Squad, when she walked in.
She, in particular was Lola Bunny, your coach. You just couldn't take your eyes off her slender, yet athletic bunny body, or her attractive face.
"Hey there...you're pretty sporty-looking." Lola smiled, grabbing a basketball. "Let's do a little one-on-one, just you and me."
You rushed over to the net, Lola slowly dribbled the ball.
"Ya ready?" She asked.
You nodded, then she very quickly dribbled around you. You only got the ball for a few quick seconds and attempted to do a fake-out shot, when she grabbed the ball, jumped higher than you could, and landed a perfect slam-dunk.
"Wow..." you responded, out of breath.
"...you're on the team..." Lola giggled, handing you a Tune Squad jersey and shorts. "Just remember...don't call me...doll."
As she walked away in an extremely sultry manner, you were left stunned in a puddle of your own sweat and drool, your tongue out like stairs. You quickly regained your composure, then noticed something fall from the inside of your jersey...
It was Lola's number!
"This is gonna be a great basketball season..." you thought, smiling.
End.
