Little did the Princess know, but Orion was thoroughly enjoying her prancing display before his teammates and coaching staff.  She was extremely proficient at playing the tease.  And she wasn’t even stripping!  The occasional girlfriend or wife attended practices every now and then, but none of them, to his knowledge, resembled anything close to Cassiopeia’s appearance.  Not even close.  And he loved the sex appeal that she was willingly dripping.  The Prince scanned all of his mates’ expressions and reactions to her.  They all wanted her.  Like, yesterday.  Thankfully, no drool was visible.  Not yet, anyway.<br/><br/>As the coach was calling it a day (and not a very productive one at that!), they gathered around the coolers.  While chugging from his 32-ounce, fruit punch flavored Gatorade, he spied Cassiopeia closing in on their position.  In his mind, he cued the theme from<i>Jaws.  </i>Cuz really, the Great White was on her way.  And all of his teammates and coaches?  Nothing but chum.<br/><br/>"That was wonderful!" she exclaimed.  What a bullshitter, he fondly thought, suppressing a smirk.<br/><br/>"Can anyone teach me to throw the ball?” Cassiopeia innocently asked.  “I want to see if I can play too."  No surprise, really, but all eyes shifted toward him.  For what?  Approval?  Permission?  They were all adults, though he wondered if they deferred to him since the bombshell arrived with him.<br/><br/>A combo of a sigh and an eye roll later, Orion more or less indicated to his mates to go forth and take your best shot.  Angus was the only one who moved toward her.  Orion refrained from saying anything about her being a Princess.