by D STEP
A rumble of applause and hoots of joy snapped her to attention. “Goooood ball,” she heard Percy swear. She looked up to see the little white sphere sitting only inches from the hole. She’d done it…a simple tap-in and she’d have her first birdie of the day…on one of the most difficult holes on the Champion!
Amid cheers and smiles, the group moved on to the next hole. Though a mere 112 yards, the 17th featured an expanse of water that left no alternative to play around it. You committed to your shot and let the devil take the hindmost. Percy motioned with his chin as he brought her clubs. “Dick bogeyed this hole,” he whispered. “You can still catch him.”
Kat took a deep breath and nodded. The damp was settling into her bones, and a sheltered pavilion with canvas tent flaps set up between the final two holes offered some warmth. “Give me a few minutes,” she said. A quick coffee or tea might steel her nerves and allow a moment of mental preparation, but doubted it would be enough. Dick the Prick had the edge now, damn him. What was his motivation in winning this tournament? Why wouldn’t he just back off? He already stole the media spotlight, why did he have to steal her chance at the winnings as well?
She found a spot in a corner of the pavilion partitioned off for VIPs, away from the general public. The brisk air combined with the steaming cup of tea made her nose begin to run, but the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes were caused by something else. She sniffed loudly, and as usual, had forgotten to bring tissues.
“Kit-Kat.”
Shit. There seemed to be no escaping the man. Why wasn’t he already running his victory lap around the clubhouse? He should have putted out on 18 a half-hour ago. Kat sighed and looked up despite her watery eyes.
Chalmers stood there, holding out a handkerchief. Who carried a handkerchief in this day and age? Without his flurry of followers around him, the arrogant bravado seemed absent. Something approaching concern radiated from his rugged, tanned face. Feeling a dribble about to leak from her right nostril, she set down her cup to take the proffered handkerchief and blow her nose in it.
“What are you doing here,” she said dully, her voice congested. “Come to brag about your big finish in person, put me out of my misery?” She wiped the underside of her nose and held out the used handkerchief to return it. He waved his hand in decline.
“I haven’t teed off yet. Taking a break, just like you. 18th tee is just on the other side of this pavilion.”
“Oh, so you’re just prolonging my misery,” she concluded, stuffing the hankie in her jacket pocket. “Classy.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Tell me, Dick. Why are you here? Does it give you pleasure to defeat a poor starving college student?”
He moved closer. “I take no pleasure in your defeat. We both have our reasons to want to win.”
“Like a gold-digging ex-wife, perhaps?”
He stiffened. “Maybe. What’s your excuse? Little rich girl must have a fat scholarship paving her way.”
Okay. Cards on the table. “I’m no rich girl. My mom and dad sacrificed a lot to get me here. My trust fund was embezzled by a crooked broker. I won’t be able to stay at Keiser if I don’t win this thing. Happy?” She glared at him, almost wanting him to feel sorry for her, take her in those tanned muscular arms he had on display, kiss her until she felt drunk and forget all about money, or winning, or losing, then slap his face in revenge.
A flash of anger ignited behind his cool, crystal-green eyes. “Like I said, we both have our reasons. I take no pleasure in winning this.” He moved closer still, his nearness radiating a masculine power that threatened to overwhelm her. Kat found it difficult to breathe. “But you’ve got to pay your dues to make it in this game. You think it’s going to be easy, don’t you? You need a lesson in hard knocks, and it would be my pleasure to teach you, Kit-Kat.”
His hand snaked behind her back and slid down to cup her butt cheek. He pulled her into his chest, her fluttering heart pulsing against him. “What are you doing…” Her indignance was swallowed by his kiss, his lips rough but warm. Panic rose in her throat, frightened by his boldness but electrified by the sensations of his mouth on hers and his hands, both of them, squeezing her ass and pressing her whole body into him.
Only layers of canvas separated them from the throngs of people outside. The forbidden mystique of the moment excited her, evaporating away her inhibitions as well as her fear. She returned his kiss with fervor, her tongue venturing out and exploring his hot mouth with an authority she didn’t realize she possessed. He ground her body against his, his hardening cock rubbing insistently on her belly. It felt so wrong—and so right.
“Is this what you want to teach me,” she whispered between kisses, her lips sliding across his in the warm wetness of their mingling saliva.
“Hell no,” he said, eagerly accepting each hungry touch of her mouth. “I think you’re teaching me, my little Kat—but you’re more of a tiger, aren’t you?” He grabbed her ample ass cheeks and jiggled them up and down. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on these for quite some time,” he chuckled, then swatted her left cheek, hard. The smack of his hand on her backside resounded in the still air.
Kat’s private muscles sizzled with the impact, sending a burn up from her crotch to spread across her abdomen. She never knew spanking could be so sexually arousing. Her eyes shot open, seeing an expression of dark lust on his face that said he was pleased with her reaction and had much more planned for her than a simple pat on the bum.
At that moment, the canvas drape parted. Startled, they both turned to the light spilling through the opening. Her arms were wrapped around Dick’s neck.
“Kat?” Percy stood there agape, with her gaggle of supporters filling in behind him. Good grief, the cameras were rolling! They broke apart from each other and after a quick exchange of glances, spun and walked in opposite directions. Dick headed for the 18th, and Kat marched straight past Percy, cutting a path through the small crowd.
Chapter Six
Dick took his time on the last hole, a long and treacherous 500-and-change yards that zigzagged its way back to the main clubhouse. Water and sandtraps lined nearly the entire length of the fairway and the sloping green sucked nearly every ball straight into the drink.
His minutes in the pavilion with Kat had changed his outlook considerably. He’d be a greedy son of a bitch to walk away with that money, knowing how much she needed it. More than that, whether right or wrong, he also knew he had feelings for the girl.
With cavalier smiles and waves to the astonished troupe surrounding him, he pulled out his nine iron and took 10 strokes to find the green. He turned his putter upside down and took three clumsy taps with the grip end to sink his ball into the cup before raising his arms in triumph.
The bewildered crew and spectators applauded. Instead of retiring to the clubhouse, Dick assembled his group on the observation deck to watch Kat and company play out the last hole. She couldn’t possibly come up with a worse score than his. Several minutes passed, but no Kat. The cameramen grew restless, wanting to conduct the closing interviews and go home. Dick signaled to his caddy, asking him to investigate the hold up when a power cart came into view, winding its way toward them along the paved path alongside the fairway.
When it came to a stop in front of the clubhouse, Percy stepped out from behind the wheel. He carried no passengers. He walked heavily toward Dick and his people, his face ashen.
“Congratulations, Chalmers. You win.”
“What do you mean? Where’s Kat?”
Percy threw him a venomous look. “She left. She quit after losing three balls in the water on 17.” He shook his head. “Thanks to you, she was so upset she couldn’t focus. Catching your little escapade on camera had something to do with it, I think. Your reputation is intact, wet-wick.” He turned his back and walked away.
Dick stared at the man’s retreating figure, his thoughts racing. This wasn’t what he intended at all. He wanted to let her win. He didn’t plan on taking advantage of her in that
tent…it just happened. Judging by her reaction she’d wanted it just as much. Hell, the Kat he’d come to know was no quitter; he had to do something, and fast.
“Percy, wait!” he called after him.
*
“I’m not going,” Kat said with finality. “Nothing on this Earth could get me to appear on camera with that man again.” She wanted to hang up on him, but Percy Gould deserved better. He was her trainer and mentor, and he’d stuck with her through this whole ordeal. She at least owed him the courtesy of listening.
“You left the course early. The station couldn’t shoot their closing commentary because of that, and besides, it’s in the contract—a post-event appearance. You committed to it.”
Kat heaved a sigh. She could hardly bear to show her face in public after yesterday’s fiasco. She’d not only blown the tournament, but possibly her entire career in one insane, reckless, weak moment; even if that moment had sent fireworks through her soul. She’d started packing as soon as she got home, knowing that her days at Keiser were over and her dreams shattered.
“I’ll pick you up in an hour,” Percy added. “Five minutes, and it will be over, I promise. You’ll feel better knowing you’ve honored your commitment.”
His words made her want to cry. She’d be letting him down as well as herself if she did not do this. “Alright. I’ll be ready.”
The station agreed to do the shoot at Chalmers store again, so the drive wasn’t too far. The same platform sat in the centre of the store, but without the chairs. Guess it really will be short and sweet, Kat thought. She noted Dick pacing at the perimeter of the set, looking nervous, unlike his usual swaggering self. She and Percy walked over to where Chad Weldon stood with the camera crew. “Here she is,” Chad greeted her.
“Yes, I’m here. Let’s get this over with.”
Despite her glum attitude, Chad smiled and motioned her and Dick to stand on their marks on the platform. Sound techs hooked up the microphones and stood back to let the filming begin. “On in 3, 2…” The director’s finger pointed at Chad.
“We’re here in Superstar Sports with follow-up coverage to yesterday’s conclusion of what had to be one of the most entertaining events this broadcaster has ever witnessed. Veteran player and former Masters champion Dick Chalmers accepted the $100,000 purse after his opponent, women’s amateur champion Katelyn Halliday left the course due to sudden illness.”
Kat’s eyebrows went up and shot Percy a questioning glance. Percy smiled and nodded, flashing an “OK” with his thumb and forefinger. Chad turned his attention to her. “How are you feeling today, Kat? A mighty fine performance on some very difficult turf, I’m sure your family and coaches are very proud.”
Kat swallowed and nodded. “Thank you Chad; Yes, I’m very grateful for the support of my trainer, my school and my family. I’m sorry I was unable to finish.”
“I’m sure the money would have meant a lot to you,” Weldon went on.
Kat stiffened. “Yes it would have,” she agreed, casting her eyes down. Please, let this end.
Weldon turned back to Chalmers. “Dick, we learned from our last interview that you are a strong supporter of amateur athletes, and that you have an announcement to make about winning this one-of-a-kind tournament. What can you tell us?”
“Well, Chad,” Dick began, “as you know, Chalmers 24/7 Superstar Sports supplied apparel and equipment for Miss Halliday, and we’ve had a flood of young golfers in the store since yesterday looking to buy anything and everything that this young lady used in yesterday’s event.”
“Cash registers have been ringing, have they?” Chad prodded.
“Oh yes. And in light of that and my commitment to amateur sport, I’m inviting Miss Halliday, if she’ll accept, to lend her name to a new line of golf wear and accessories to be launched later this year, and be our brand ambassador for the duration of her term at Keiser. In exchange, I will be turning the proceeds of the Tournament over to her.”
A stagehand produced a cheesy, oversized cardboard replica of a $100,000 check made out to Katelyn and handed it to her. Dick grabbed one end of the cardboard and she held the other. “Smile, Kit-Kat, you’re famous now,” he said under the clamor of applause from the ring of onlookers that had gathered around.
She did smile, a genuine smile, not only for the cameras but for this crazy, overbearing, pompous ass of a man 28 years her senior that she’d somehow fallen for. She looked over at that face of his with the Sam Elliot grin on it. “Thank you,” she mouthed. Then aloud said, “Hey I meant to ask you. Why the hell do you call it 24/7 Sports? You’re not actually open 24/7 are you?”
He shook his head. “No, but I have a feeling you and I are gonna be here all night, sweetheart.”
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I fumble with the equipment in nervousness, so Lucas helps me out by standing behind me and helping me lift the weights. My breathing becomes erratic and my whole body tingles whenever Lucas instructs me, which makes his warm breath fan across my earlobes. He then supports my lower back – almost touching my ass cheeks – as I squat many times and I can definitely feel my ass rubbing against his crotch. My mind screams at me to stop what we are doing, but I cannot. I love the closeness of my body with Lucas’, and I am already imagining that he is humping me from behind.
Talk about a woman fantasizing a man in mid-gym routine.
“God, I want to be a gym instructor too. Look at these two; they seem to be having sex!” Vince blurts out.
“I would love to see this girl naked. So arousing!” Jake adds. I’m bowled into shock by how bold these guys are and how they do not mince their thoughts, but Lucas quickly defends me.
“Stop that. Miranda is my client. Don’t be rude,” Lucas says angrily.
“C’mon, man. We’re just telling the truth,” Jake counters. Lucas is ready to argue but I swiftly step in. I will not ruin Lucas’ night, especially since it is Independence Day.
“Lucas, it’s okay. They’re just joking,” I say as I take the chance to hold Lucas by the arm. He does not shrug me off and I think it is a good sign.
“See? It’s okay!” Vince says, then he suddenly reaches out to touch my firm, D-cup breast. My eyes pop, I’m appalled, but I don’t take his hand off. I just smile as if someone touching my breast is a normal thing. My eyes dart to Lucas and he’s looking shocked at my behavior.
I see his sweat pants beginning to move too. He’s pitching a tent in his sweat pants and I swear that Lucas’ is the biggest bulge I’ve ever seen!
“Can I taste these tits?” Vince asks as he weighs my big melons. Hell no, I thought, this is going too far. I’m more than skeptic at first, but I’m not able to stop a moan from escaping my mouth. He sees my eyes flutter and swiftly shoves my training top upward then latches his warm mouth around my erect nipple. Oh fuck, the other two guys are watching Vince feast on my tits. I’m with three guys. I feel a sharp inward tug on my clit as I think of the situation I’m in.
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
Chapter 1
Am I sexy enough?
I’m 28, quite a few inches above the average-sized American woman, and fairly obsessed about my weight. I do not go to the gym or follow a strict diet because I want to look sexy. No.
Well, maybe I want to be a bit sexy, but I’m more about my health. I’m not too chubby but you can categorize me in the plus-size section- that’s the section of the store where the clothes that I can shop and fit easily in are. I was way thinner a few years ago, but when I dumped my life into this marketing job, day in and day out, I began to gain a few pounds on my thighs, around my hips, and unfortunately around my tummy too. My frequent food deliveries were definitely an accomplice to this and before you knew it my age was catching up with me. I’m single and should be having fun but contrarily it’s not much fun for me sometimes but at least I’m well paid, I usually say to console myself. Since I’ve gained the extra pounds, I mostly wear clothes that keep me covered except for when I hit the gym.
I’m not sure if focusing on job, career, and money over my health, shape, and social life was a worthwhile choice from where I’m standing now. Where has my social life gone? It’s like my young adult life has swooshed by with me sitting behind an executive mahogany desk between office partition walls while designing campaign ads, copyediting ads, and watching the paint dry on the walls.