by Eva Luxe
I shook my head. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it,” I said. “It’s not Wednesday yet, and we’re here to have fun. Remember? Quit thinking about football for a minute. I’m going to go down there and find us each a girl.”
Brian chuckled. “I’m not going to stick around long enough for that.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be a dick. I know you want to get some tonight. It’s the best remedy for aching bones.”
Brian shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a proven medical fact.”
I laughed and left the sky box, making my way to the dance floor. I shimmied up against a couple of girls, leaning in close so they could hear me over the music. Scantily clad bodies rubbed up against me, the music pulsed in my veins, and I wanted to get good and horizontal with one of them tonight.
Even if we stayed vertical, like up against a wall or something, it would do.
Two women were eager to come back with me. I only had to mention the words “sky box” and “single friend,” and they were good to go. They knew I looked familiar. Most girls didn’t really do football. But those magic words were enough for them.
“Brian,” I said, walking into the box with my find. “This is Carina and Sacha. Ladies, meet my friend, Brian.”
I sat down, and the brunette, Carina, joined me. Sacha was a platinum blonde and parked herself next to Brian.
“Evening, ladies,” Brian said, glancing at me with a grin. I knew what he was thinking: I knew just how to pick them, and not in a bad way.
The women were eager. Carina pressed herself up against me so I felt her body, slender with huge tits that couldn’t be real. I preferred natural breasts and some meat on their bones but Carina was hot and I wouldn't throw her out of bed— or off the wall, or wherever it was we'd end up having sex tonight.
Brian’s hot date was doing something similar, pressing herself so close to him that she couldn’t get any closer, short of climbing onto his lap. I put my hand on Carina’s bare leg. Her skirt was so short it was more like a long shirt.
“What do you say we go to a room?” I asked Carina. Her mouth was on my neck, riling me up. I looked toward Brian, who was still just talking to Sacha. “I’m sure there’s a room next door you can use, Brian.”
Brian shook his head and leaned forward to put down his glass. He peeled himself away from Sacha.
“I’m sorry to disappoint, guys, but I have to get going. I have training in the morning.” He got up and lifted his hands to the air, forcing the girl back further.
“Can’t you stay just a little longer?” Sacha asked. She scissored her legs together and leaned back, pushing out her chest. She wanted it bad.
I got up and ran my hand over my chest as I eyeballed her. She was something to look at, but most of the women who hung out around us were. Too bad they were female players just like we were male players.
In fact, judging from the eager way they came with me and took me up on my threesome offer, I was pretty sure they played the field just as much as I did. Not that I was complaining. I wasn’t looking to take a knee for proposal reasons, or hand out a ring, anytime soon.
“Come on,” I said to Brian. “You’re going to leave me when it really counts? Some teammate you are.”
The girls laughed.
“I’m sure you can handle it,” Brian said and winked at me. “I’ll talk to you later.”
I gave Brian a look.
“You’re a swell friend, you know that?” I was being sarcastic, not that he couldn’t tell by the tone of my voice. Asshat.
Brian laughed and clapped me on the shoulder before he left the box, shaking his head. I sighed and turned to the women. Sacha was pouting on the couch.
“Do you still want to go to that room?” Carina asked in a seductive voice, sashaying toward me.
I nodded, putting my hand on the small of her back and sliding it down to her ass.
Then a thought crossed my mind. I wasn't sure either one of them would go for it, but that's never stopped me from asking. I'd always been a risk taker. And, as the old sports phrase goes, you miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't try.
“Come with us, Sacha,” I said, smiling. “No reason for you to stay alone here and miss out on the fun.”
She glanced at her friend, lips parted, eyes questioning. She knew what I was suggesting. Carina put her arm around my neck, pressing the length of her body against mine.
“Yeah, join us,” she said.
Score.
That was why it never hurt to go after what you wanted in life. And I had always been a man who lived by that philosophy.
Chapter 2 – Hanson
Sacha got up, smiling. She walked towards my free arm, and I pulled her close to me, running my hand down her side. We left the box and crossed the hotel to a room I had booked for the night, earlier that evening. It was always good to be prepared.
I couldn't say that being prepared was a philosophy I lived by in general. I was more a fly by the seat of your pants kind of guy. But when it came to sex, I was always ready and willing.
I closed the door behind us and turned to face the women. My cock throbbed in my pants with anticipation and lust. The women knew exactly why we were here. I ached for a release. Alcohol always did that to me.
The women looked at each other, smiling. Carina pressed herself against me again, her hips grinding against mine. I lifted my hand and placed it on her breast, giving it a firm squeeze. Her tongue slid into my mouth, and she moaned.
I was aware of Sacha moving around us, slowing stripping. Her dress fell on the floor. When I glanced over at her, she was naked.
Holy fuck. Her body was tan all over. It looked like artificial color, and her tits were fake, but I didn’t mind one bit right now. She looked like she’d escaped from a porno. I had a feeling she knew how to fuck like a porn star, too.
I slid my hand down Carina’s body from her left tit, over her stomach, and to the hem of her dress. I pulled it up. Her perfect pussy greeted me, waiting for me to be in it. So, she wasn’t wearing underwear.
They had come here with one thing in mind. Good. We were on the same page, then.
My fingers found Carina's slit. She was wet and ready for me. I slipped my fingers into her and she moaned. Her breathing sped up, becoming shallow and erratic.
Sacha walked toward us, her hips swinging from side to side. She stopped behind Carina and reached for her dress. Slowly, she started pulling it up, peeling it off her body. I let go of Carina and did the same, helping Sacha. In no time at all, Carina’s dress joined Sacha’s on the floor.
Together, they undressed me. I let them. When I was naked, they led me to the bed, each of them holding a hand. Carina lay back on the bed, her thighs falling open.
This was my idea of heaven.
I crawled over Carina and dipped my head between her legs. I closed my mouth around her and sucked on her, tasting her, licking her delicious little clit. She squirmed and moaned beneath me.
My tongue traced her slit and circled her clit. Meanwhile Sacha started running her hand up and down my shaft, playing with my cock, jerking me off.
I didn’t have what it took to hold out very long. My cock was hard as a rock. I wanted in, and I always got what I wanted. I moved up her body, planting kisses all the way up. I sucked on her nipple while putting on a condom. Then I placed my cock at her entrance of her pussy.
When I pushed into her, Carina gasped. She was so warm and tight. I was close to orgasm already. I started bucking my hips against Carina’s, fucking her. She wanted this. They both did.
Sacha leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. I balanced myself on one hand and reached for Sacha’s breast. She kissed me like she meant it, sliding her tongue in and out of my mouth.
I wanted to last if I could, but it wasn’t easy with these two gorgeous women eager to please me. I fucked Carina until I couldn’t hold it anymore and she was limp and moaning beneath me. Her breasts
jiggled as I pumped into her. She orgasmed twice before I did. When I released in her, she shivered at the way my cock throbbed.
I pulled out and gasped. I got off the bed and walked over to the trash can to dispose of the condom. Then I headed to the armchair, sitting down.
“Fuck,” I said.
I was spent. I wanted more, though. I just needed to recover first.
The two women lay on the bed, writhing together. They kissed, slowly and sensually, while their hands explored each other’s bodies. The sight was something I didn’t often see, but it was enough to get me riled up again.
When I was ready for round two, Sacha turned around so her ass was pointed at me. She wiggled her hips and looked over her shoulder.
That was it. It was time for another condom.
I put my hands on her ass, holding her still, and pressed myself into her from behind. She moaned, and I started bucking my hips, hammering into her the same way I had done with Carina.
Speaking of Carina, she had slipped her head underneath us and started sucking on my balls while I fucked Sacha doggy style. Sacha started moaning and groaning, calling out "Baby, that feels so good, you're making me come."
I realized she probably didn't remember my name but I didn't even care. My cock felt so good jammed all the way up in her pussy while Carina was playing with and sucking my balls. It didn’t take long for me to come again.
When we were finally done, we got dressed and headed back to the club. Carina clung onto me, kissing me. Sacha’s hands slid down my body, feeling me, touching me all over.
“Ladies, didn’t I give you enough?” I joked.
"No," one of them answered, while the other one said, "We want more. When can we see you again?"
That would violate my rule about never seeing one night stands again. I'd made that mistake in the past and sometimes the women would get super clingy, thinking it meant we were in a relationship or something. But I don't do relationships. Not even menage ones.
A camera flash blinked at me for a second. When I looked up, a guy scurried away.
I looked at Carina, plastered against me and Sacha with her hands all over my body. That had all been caught on camera.
Fuck.
Chapter 3 – Lacey
The offices of Storm Marketing and Public Relations were a couple of blocks in from the sea front in Downtown Miami. I didn’t miss the view of the ocean that everyone else complained about since we’d moved to the new building a bit more inland. I was too busy actually living my life to stare out a window and dream.
“Lacey, come in,” Chuck said when I knocked on his door.
He smiled at me from the other side of his desk and motioned to a chair. I sat down.
Chuck’s office was small and to the point, with nothing that suggested he had a life outside of work. He didn’t have framed photos on his desk or pictures on the wall that his kids might have drawn. The books on his shelf were all business related, and the plant was fake, suggesting he couldn’t take time out of his busy life to care for a real plant. Much like myself.
“I have a new contract for you,” he said. “Bit of a difficult character. Hanson Bell’s the name. One of our own, here with the Florida Sharks.”
He handed me a file, and I opened it.
“What’s the problem?” I asked.
I’d heard of Hanson Bell. He was a football player, and his name was in the news all the time. I could never keep track of what those football players were in trouble for, though.
“He’s been suspended for a DUI that happened earlier this year. He’s coming back onto the field, soon, but his coach is worried that his image will affect the fans.”
I nodded. The problem with being rich and famous was that the whole word was watching. Being human and making mistakes like the rest of us wasn’t an option. It was a cruel life, but if they didn’t have their problems, I wouldn’t have a job.
“What else has he done?” I asked.
Chuck shook his head. “It’s not my job to inform you. You know that. Do your homework on the guy, and let me know if you’re up to the task. I’ll understand if you turn it down.”
That got my back up. I didn’t turn down anything, especially not if people expected me to. I knew what I was doing, and I did my job well. I wasn’t going to say no when someone assumed I would fail.
Chuck leaned back in his chair. He was a man in his early fifties whose age had caught up with him quicker than it should have. He was almost completely gray, and his belly strained against his shirt in a manner that threatened to pop the buttons. Despite his tough and less than desirable exterior, on the inside Chuck was a softie and a good boss. He took care of us, and he made sure we knew what we were doing.
“I’ll get back to you as soon as I can,” I said. “You know I’ll probably take it, though.”
Chuck nodded. “I know you’re not one to run from a fight, but just let me know. For formality’s sake.”
I agreed and got up, tucking the file under my arm.
“Thanks for the opportunity,” I said.
Chuck waved his hand at me in dismissal.
Back in my own office, I sat down and put the file on the desk in front of me. I thought about what Chuck had said. This was a difficult client. I had to let him know if I was going to take it. He knew I wouldn’t back down from a challenge. It was why he’d given the file to me in the first place.
I opened the file again and looked at the included photos of Hanson Bell. There were action shots of him on the field, playing his game. There were team shots, followed by single shots, and finally, the shots that really mattered. The shots of him out on the town.
I had to admit, he was hot as hell. Built like the football player he had become, he had muscle for days, brown hair that always looked like a mess, and hazel eyes that I had a feeling could really mess with a woman’s emotions. He looked like a player of sports and a player of women.
I read through the rest of the file. There was nothing I didn’t know about this type of man already. I’d had more than enough clients whose public image had been tarnished. People who had preferred to live the life they wanted, rather than do what was needed for their positions in the public eye.
In the end, everyone made a mistake in public, shattering their reputations. It was my job to pick up the pieces and put them back together.
This was nothing I couldn’t handle. Hanson Bell was just like any other famous guy out there, who had more money than he knew what to do with and too much time on his hands to look for trouble.
They were all the same.
Before I left my office for the day, I checked in with Chuck again.
“I’ve considered it, like you asked,” I said. “I’ll do it.”
Chuck glanced up at me. “You’re sure?”
I nodded. “Positive. You know I can do this. You wouldn’t have given it to me if you didn’t think I could handle it.”
Chuck nodded. “You’re the best at this game. You know just how to get them to eat out of your hand.”
I smiled. That was exactly what I was planning on doing. Hanson Bell was just another guy out there who needed to put his best foot forward.
Everyone had secrets. Everyone led a double life. They had a side they needed to show the public and a side they needed to keep secret. Hanson Bell had just gotten the two confused. I was going to help him figure it out, though.
Once he realized how he had to look at it, he would be able to show the right side of himself to the press, and everything else would fall into place. This was what I did for a living. I was good at it, and Bell wouldn’t know what hit him until it was too late to fall back into bad habits. I would make sure of it. Because that was my job, after all.
Chapter 4 – Lacey
I stopped at Kina’s place on the way home. We’d met in college where we’d been roommates, and the friendship had lasted. She buzzed me up to her apartment, and I hugged her when she opened her door.
“I was
expecting you,” she said.
“Why?”
I dropped my bag and coat on the couch and sat down.
Kina shrugged. Her blond hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and she had already changed out of her work clothes into something more comfortable. I worked later than most people. When you’re married to your job, that tends to happen.
“Because we haven’t seen each other this weekend. You always do it like this. Drop in after a long time of being absent.”
I chuckled. “I need to change it up. I’m becoming predictable.”
Kina put on a pot of coffee in the open plan kitchen and leaned with her elbows on the counter.
“So, what’s new?” she asked.
“I got a new project today,” I said.
“Who is it this time?”
“Football player. Hanson Bell.”
Kina raised her eyebrows. “Impressive.”
“No more than the others,” I said. “I see too many famous people.”
Kina laughed. “Oh, excuse us, your majesty.”
I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, I work with a lot of people who think they’re God’s gift to mankind, who only realize almost too late that they’re just as flawed as the rest of us.”
Kina nodded, grinning. “Right.”
I rolled my eyes. The coffee was ready, and she turned to fill two cups. She added sugar to mine but no milk. To hers, no sugar and a splash of half-and-half. She walked around the kitchen counter and handed me my mug.
“I’ve heard of this guy,” Kina said. “Hanson Bell. His name comes up every now and then.”
“Which is why I’ve been called in. Apparently, he’s been suspended, and having him back is going to cost him.”
Kina smiled, sipping her coffee. I blew on the top of mine.
“I don’t care how bored you are with Miami’s elite. It still sounds interesting to me, every time you get a call to help a new PR client. Other people fix things. You fix people. That’s exciting.”