Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 185: Dead Dogs Don’t Hunt

The Dust Dogs’ court was three levels down in an abandoned parking garage under the east overpass.

Cracked pillars wept into oil puddles that caught the flickering sodium lamps and threw back greasy little rainbows.

Chain nets clanged in the draft, tired and metallic, like someone shaking a can full of loose change.

The air was thick: piss, rust, the sour bite of cheap roids sweating out of pores, and underneath it all the ghost of last night’s spilled beer gone sticky and sour.

Tylo showed up first, alone.

He bounced the ball once, twice, the sound flat and dead against the concrete.

Tried a lazy jumper.

Clang.

Brick.

"Fuck this..."

He didn’t even chase it, just sank onto the cracked asphalt, elbows on his knees, staring at the scuff marks on his once-white sneakers like they’d personally let him down.

Kej came next, steps heavy.

Both didn’t speak to each other.

He ropped his bag, crossed his thick arms, and stared at nothing, chest rising slowly and angry like he was holding something in that wanted out.

Rin strolled in, chewing gum, her red twintails frizzy from no sleep, shorts riding high but she had no spark in her eyes.

She leaned against a net post, popped a bubble that cracked loudly, and scrolled her phone with one thumb, face blank.

Tylo tried another shot.

Clang.

He groaned, louder.

"Fuck this place."

Saya paced the sideline, ponytail flicking sharp with every turn, phone clenched in her hand.

Kiel and Kael arrived together, dropped their bags side by side, and sat on the bottom bleacher without a word.

They kept glancing around, looking at their teammates, rather like simple acquaintances now.

"This shit’s falling apart..."

"Yeah... feels like a graveyard."

No one answered them.

No one answered anyone.

They had stopped acting like a team a long time ago and now, they were forced to dealt with everyone.

The ball rolled to a stop against a pillar and stayed there.

They were there, just the five of them, waiting for a captain who didn’t matter anymore, in a court that smelled like the dream had died weeks ago.

Then, as a symbol, their mighty captain pulled in, just two hours late after the meeting time.

Roam stomped in, a gold chain swinging heavy against his scarred chest, shirt nowhere in sight.

He spread his arms like he expected applause.

"Alright, Dogs! Huddle up! The King’s here!"

The echo bounced off the pillars and died.

Tylo didn’t even look up, just bounced the ball once more, lazy, let it roll away.

Kej stayed leaning on the pillar, arms crossed.

Kiel and Kael kept their heads together, whispering without pausing.

Rin popped her gum louder, eyes on her phone.

Saya kept pacing, focused on her phone.

Roam’s grin faltered.

"I said huddle! What, y’all deaf now?"

Tylo finally glanced over.

"What’s the point? Same shit every day."

Roam stepped closer, chain clinking.

"The point is we win, dumbass. Move your ass before I move it for you."

Kej’s voice rumbled low.

"Win what? We ain’t won shit since this game began. I’m tired of pretending."

Roam’s laugh came out too loud.

"Stop being a bitch and—"

Kiel cut in from the table, lazy and venomous.

"Told you so."

Rin rolled her eyes, bubble popping like a gunshot.

"Yeah, Roam. Real inspiring."

Roam’s hands shook on his chain, hands trembling.

He looked around for backup and found none, just five pairs of eyes that wouldn’t meet his.

He tried one more time, voice cracking at the edges.

"Dogs... come on."

Roam’s shout hung in the air, unanswered and dying like everything else in the garage, when a wet, mocking chuckle slimed its way from behind him.

"King giving orders to ghosts now?"

Roam spun fast, face already turning red.

Vargas stood there, waddling out of the shadows like a bloated toad, knees popping with every step, the stink of last night’s booze and pussy rolling ahead of him like a toxic fog.

Of course, he probably forgot to bathe, maybe thinking that he would keep the sensation of a woman’s body on him that way.

He scratched his belly and looked at the team with a lazy, yellow-toothed grin.

"Look at this sorry bunch. Hungover, stinkin’ like failure, lookin’ like you couldn’t dribble your way out of a wet dream."

His eyes raked over them slowly, lingering on the guys’ slumped shoulders and the girls’ bored faces.

"Except the queen, of course."

He zeroed in on Saya, grin widening as he shuffled her way.

Saya froze mid-pace, ponytail swinging from the stop.

Vargas closed the distance, one meaty hand landing square on her ass with a casual slap that echoed off the pillars.

His fingers dug in, kneading like dough, right there in front of everyone.

"Mornin’, sweetheart. You walkin’ straight today? Or still feelin’ me between those pretty legs?"

Saya’s stomach flipped, she was really about to puke, but she plastered on a thin smile, voice coming out tight and forced.

"Morning, Coach... I’m fine... Let’s just start the drills, yeah?"

Vargas chuckled, ignoring her, his hand squeezing harder, fingers dipping under her shorts’ hem, brushing skin.

"Drills can wait, baby. You know that."

Yet, no one reacted.

Kej looked at the floor, jaw tight.

Tylo bounced the ball louder, eyes fixed on it like it owed him money.

The twins whispered "disgusting" under their breath but didn’t raise their voices.

Everyone knew the score: open your mouth against Coach, and you’re benched, or worse, cut loose to rot in the slums without a team or a meal ticket.

He knew it too, and that’s why his grin never dropped. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Vargas finally let go of Saya with a final pat that made her flinch, then slid over to Rin like he was shopping for fruit.

His hand landed on her thigh, thumb tracing the hem of her shorts, fingers inching higher without a care.

"Red still got that fire, or did the opponents put it out last game? You look worn thin, girl."

Rin rolled her eyes, gum popping sharply, but she didn’t shove him off.

"Yeah, yeah. Don’t take too long, you never do."

She flicked her gaze to Roam, eyes narrowing.

"At least opponents finish what they start."

Roam’s face flushed darker.

He’d already grabbed a beer from the busted mini-fridge while Vargas talked, chugging half in one long pull, foam dribbling down his chin, then looked at Saya.

"Crashed at Coach’s again?" he muttered, wiping his mouth with his arm.

"You smells like old dick."

Saya’s smile went razor-thin.

"Better than sleeping next to a loser who snores and can’t win shit. And at least he finishes."

Roam’s eyes narrowed, hand shaking a little on the can.

"Watch it. I still got Rin’s pussy if I want fresh."

Rin laughed, popping her gum again.

"My pussy’s been rammed by half the league lately, since you can’t close a game. If you’re fine with sloppy seconds, be my guest."

Roam slammed the can down... no, wait, he didn’t.

He just chugged the rest in one angry gulp, crushing it empty in his fist, foam spraying his knuckles.

The girls getting groped right in front of him barely bothered him; his eyes were locked on the empty space where his teammates used to listen to his glorious speeches.

"Maybe we need fresh pussy on the roster," he muttered.

"Our bitches are worn out."

Rin’s eyes went flat, bored, chewing slower like she’d heard it a thousand times.

"Worn out? From your two-minute specials? Take your pills, old man. Maybe then you’ll last longer than a sneeze."

Vargas barked a laugh, his hand sliding even higher up Rin’s thigh, fingers disappearing under the fabric completely now, groping bolder and slower.

"Easy, kids. Save the bite for the court."

Saya’s stomach turned again, her bile rising as she watched Rin just stand there, eyes dull.

Roam’s face stayed red, hands shaking harder on the crushed can.

The twins whispered louder, "disgusting old fuck", but kept it between them.

Tylo bounced the ball once more, hard enough to crack the echo off the ceiling.

Kej sighed heavy, uncrossing his arms just to cross them tighter.

Vargas blew his whistle and the garage tried to pretend it was practice.

Tylo jogged to the top of the key, caught the inbound from Kej, spun, and launched a three that didn’t even graze the rim.

Air-ball.

The ball smacked the concrete behind the hoop with a hollow thud.

"Your pass was trash!" Tylo barked at no one in particular.

Kej didn’t answer. He just grabbed the rebound and slammed it off the backboard so hard the chain net rattled like it was trying to escape.

Kiel and Kael stood at the free-throw line, arms crossed, watching like they were at someone else’s funeral.

Kiel whispered.

"We’re wasting our lives here."

Kael nodded without looking away from the empty court.

Roam clapped once.

"Run the damn motion! Tylo, cut baseline! Kej, flash high!"

Tylo jogged half-speed, cut late, and the pass sailed out of bounds.

Roam’s face went purple.

"Run the route right, you lazy fuck!"

Tylo spun, chest heaving.

"If you knew you’d play like dogshit, you shouldn’t have kicked—"

"Kicked what?" Roam cut in.

Everyone froze.

Roam stepped forward, chain swinging.

"Finish that sentence, big man."

Tylo eyes narrowed.

"You know exactly kicked what."

The air crackled, everyone looked at two men ready to throw hands.

On the bench, however, it was another kind of heat. Vargas had already pulled Saya and Rin onto his lap like they were furniture.

One hairy arm around each waist, hands roaming free.

He buried his nose in Rin’s neck, inhaling loud.

"Smell that? Still got last night on you, red."

His other hand slid up Saya’s thigh, fingers digging under her shorts.

"Both my girls today. How about we give the boys a little show to calm ’em down?"

Saya’s face locked into a grimace so tight her teeth hurt.

She shoved his hand off, voice shaking.

"Coach, they stopped training. Focus."

Vargas chuckled, breath hot and stinky against her ear.

"Let ’em cool off. They need motivation."

He grabbed her wrist, forced her palm onto the bulge in his sweatpants.

"Feel that? You do this to me. Let’s remind these losers what winners get."

Rin rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away, just popped her gum louder.

That was the last straw.

Saya snapped.

She shoved Vargas hard enough he almost toppled off the bench, stood up so fast the metal legs screeched, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Are you all fucking idiots?!"

The garage went dead silent.

Even the drip from the ceiling seemed to pause.

She spun, phone out, screen glowing with Nash’s face mid-dunk.

"While you idiots fight over who is less useless than the others, Nash is becoming a top star!"