Winning Streak

by Alice Ward

  I pulled back the curtain, turned on the faucet and stripped down. My muscles were aching, and I was looking forward to a hot shower to soothe them from a hard day’s practice. We had a scrimmage planned for tomorrow, and I needed these next twenty-four hours to recover from all my hard work. I felt the water; it was hot, so hot I could barely stand it, which was perfect. I stepped inside, let the water roll off my shoulders and down my backside as it began cooling off quickly. Too quickly. I turned around and adjusted the temperature, still cold. Fuck, the girls ran me out of hot water!

  I finished my shower with water that felt like ice on my skin, but inside I was steaming. “Is the bedroom clear?’ I yelled out into the hall. Holly called out “all clear” from the living room, so I wrapped my towel around my waist and made a quick dash from the hallway to my room.

  Whitney was in the bathroom applying a coat of lipstick. She really did look amazing in that dress. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered in her ear, sneaking up behind her. I dropped my towel to the floor and pressed my damp body against hers. The excitement from her touch quickly sent blood rushing to my cock, which now was pressing against the deep curve in her lower back.

  “Calvin, not now,” she squealed, turning in my arms. “Do you really like the dress?”

  “Oh yes, but it would look much better on the floor,” I teased. She rolled her eyes but also smiled. I knew she liked my attentions, but I also knew she wouldn’t ruin two hours of primping for a quickie.

  I kissed her softly on the lips and then let them dribble down to her neck where I teased her further with a sharp nibble. “Calvin,” she said, sounding exhausted. “I have to finish getting ready, and you need to get dressed.”

  My erection was slowly dwindling as I reached down and grabbed my towel to cover myself back up. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Whitney asked.

  “What?”

  “Having Ace and Holly together,” she hissed, giving me a stop being such a guy look.

  “Well, he may be out of her league,” I admitted. “From what I hear he’s a player, so she shouldn’t get attached.”

  It was more than just hearsay, I knew from watching him in action, but I wasn’t ready to incriminate myself, so hearsay it’d be.

  “I don’t want her getting hurt,” Whitney murmured. “I know you don’t care for her, but I do.”

  Guilt twisted in my gut at her words. I did care about Holly; I just didn’t care for her butting into our life, like right now. “I do care for her,” I confessed. “But, I don’t understand why you had to bring her here.”

  That look in Whitney’s eye returned; the one I noticed right after we made love this morning. “I’m sorry, I understand,” I said quickly so she wouldn’t lash out at me again. I wanted to have a good night, and hopefully, after tonight she would feel a little better about Ace.

  I found a button-up shirt, a black one that looked good with my dark denim jeans. “Jeans?” Whitney asked, frowning at me.

  “Yes, that’s what Ace will be wearing,” I assured her. Her eyes rolled, and a soft sigh escaped her lips, letting me know she wasn’t going to argue. I found a pair of nice black shoes in the back of the closet, slicked back my shaggy blond hair with a small amount of gel and splashed on cologne.

  “Ready,” I announced.

  See that? Ten minutes and I’m ready to roll. Two hours later and these girls are still making last minute adjustments to their face and hair.

  “How do I look?” Holly asked, spinning in front of me to show off her new dress. It was nice, actually quite sexy, but I wasn’t going to admit that. “Beautiful,” I said and then turned to Whitney to give her my let’s fucking go! face.

  We squeezed into the back of a cab and gave him the address to the restaurant Ace had chosen. I looked at my watch, felt the beads of sweat working on my forehead as the car halted to a deadlock of traffic. “Is there another route?” I asked. The cabby looked in the rearview mirror and smiled as he shook his head. Holly was rambling on about Ace, how hot he was and how much she liked him. She didn’t even know him.

  Whitney was warning her that he was a player and continued telling her she could do much better. That really wasn’t true. Holly was cute, but she was a pain in the ass. Ace would be a huge step up from her past boyfriends, in my opinion.

  Relief fell over me as traffic began to move again. The cabby turned down a side road and then zipped past the traffic through a one-way alley before pulling back out onto the street. The car stopped in front of a red bricked building with a white awning and red carpet lining the path to the door.

  “Here we go, sir,” he said with a thick foreign accent.

  I shoved a couple twenty dollar bills towards him. “Keep the change.” I was so fucking grateful to be out of that death trap.

  Ace was on his phone outside the building as we exited the cab. “Hey, you guys made it,” he said as he shoved his phone in his pocket.

  “Sorry, traffic was bad,” I explained.

  “You’ll learn, hot shot. You want to get anywhere on time in this city, you leave a day early,” he teased.

  Holly immediately left Whitney’s side and pushed her arm into Ace’s. Her smile looked frozen on her face, her lipstick so bright pink it nearly glowed under the bright lights outside the restaurant. “What is this place?” she asked.

  “You’ll love it,” he replied, giving her no more details about what to expect once inside.

  We entered a long narrow hallway that led to a small open room with only a hostess at the counter. Her lips pursed together tightly as she forced a smile. “We’ve already seated for the eight o’clock tasting,” she snapped with polite sarcasm.

  Ace immediately moved forward. He leaned onto her podium and locked eyes with her. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but we had a long day at practice,” he said with his deep, drawling voice. “Anyway, if you could just make some room?”

  Her lips parted, and her face relaxed, making her look much prettier than with her cold stare. “It hasn’t started yet. I’ll see what we can do,” she whispered in his ear and then disappeared through a set of double doors.

  I’d never been anywhere with a starting time to eat. I was confused by her comment about the eight o’clock tasting, and looking at Whitney, it was obvious she was as well. She gripped my arm, leaned her head against my shoulder and let out a soft sigh. I loved how she made those little noises without realizing it.

  “Right this way, Mr. Newman,” the hostess stated cheerfully as she held the doors open.

  We followed her inside to find a long table filled with guests who obviously arrived on time. The room was dimly lit, and we were ushered quickly to four open seats. As soon as we sat down servers wearing white tux shirts and black pants entered the room, five at a time and in three groups. They moved quickly to each guest, placing a blindfold over their eyes.

  “What the hell have you gotten us into, Ace?” I asked as a cute blonde covered my eyes with the black cloth.

  “Blind dining,” he said with a laugh.

  A woman’s voice sounded in the room. She told us the blindfolds must remain over our eyes at all times. We would each have a server to help us with our silverware and even help feed us if needed. I imagined this is what life in a nursing home would be like, unable to see, having help with your utensils, and probably dribbling food on your chin. When we were wrapped with large bibs, I was thankful no one else could see me like this.

  “There will be eight courses,” she announced. “Each a unique experience that I hope you all will love.”

  Whitney sounded excited about the experience, but Holly was obviously bummed that the two hours she spent getting ready and pushing her boobs to her chin was going to be wasted in the dark.

  The first course arrived, and the blonde woman who had blindfolded me whispered in my ear as she handed me my fork. “I’ll guide you.” Her voice was soft and sweet, and her hand delicate as she led me to the plate and then to my mouth. Lemon seabass land
ed on my tongue, and I was delighted it hadn’t been something gross. I wasn’t a picky eater, but there were a few things on my don’t eat list, like mushrooms, dill pickles, and radishes.

  By the sixth course, I had lightened up, realizing everything offered up was tasty and enjoyable. I felt a hand on my leg and then on my crotch. The hard denim of my jeans pushed against my cock creating enough friction to bring it alive. I leaned towards Whitney and whispered, “You already looking for dessert?” She giggled, and her hand rubbed my arm.

  I froze.

  My fork was in my left hand, and I knew Whitney’s was most likely in her right, so when her left hand stroked my arm, alarm set in. Someone was rubbing my cock, but it wasn’t my girlfriend.

  I squirmed in my seat as I tried to remember who I’d been seated beside. A woman, that much I knew for sure, but I hadn’t had the time to really notice any details about her appearance. My zipper was tugged, and two fingers slid into the opening. I reached down, pushed the hand away and quickly re-zipped my pants before the last course arrived.

  When the blindfolds were removed, I immediately looked to my left to put a face to the hand. It was a cute little brunette with big green eyes and a mischievous smile. My entire head felt hot as we made eye contact. I quickly moved my gaze to Whitney, grasped her hand, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked, maybe a little too quickly because she gave me an are you okay look.

  “Yes, it was incredible,” she replied, still eying me.

  Ace was wiping a piece of food from Holly’s face with his napkin; her hand was on his leg. They appeared to have become very close during what I thought a very impersonal dinner. Maybe she’d made it more intimate like the little brunette sitting next to me tried to do.

  “Okay, now for some fun,” Ace announced, scooting his chair away from the table. He pulled Holly’s chair out for her and took her hand as she stood. I followed suit, not to be shown up by the biggest player in New York and helped Whitney from her seat.

  Ace had a personal driver waiting in a black limo outside the restaurant. “Wow, you travel in style,” I noted as I motioned for Whitney and then Holly to climb inside. I slid in next to Whitney, and Ace took the spot by Holly. His hand immediately found its way to her leg, high above her knee and dangerously close to pushing under the hem of her dress. Whitney leaned her head on my shoulder and kissed me softly on the neck. I loved the way the simplest touch from her could send tingles through my entire body. I hated that those same tingles were felt by the brunette under the table at dinner and wondered if I should confess to what happened.

  No, not a good idea, Calvin, leave it be. I only felt that way because I thought it was Whitney, that’s all.

  We pulled up in front of a nightclub that had a line six blocks long. “This place looks packed,” I said as I stared out the window.

  “Always room for the Beasts,” Ace said, that shit eating grin in place.

  The driver opened the door and escorted Whitney and Holly from their seats. Ace slid out of his seat, and by the time I had my feet on the concrete, he was already at the front of the line talking to the doorman. His smile let us know we were in, and when he turned around, a few people in the front of the line called out his name, but he ignored them.

  Then someone called out another name. Mine.

  “Calvin Malone, you rock!”

  I was in shock. We were a new team. We hadn’t even played a game yet, but news about the new team pitcher traveled fast, I assumed. It was impossible to tell who yelled out the compliment, so I simply smiled and waved in the direction of the crowd before following Ace and the ladies into the club.

  Not only were we inside without a wait, we were escorted to a VIP section near the dance floor. “I’ve heard some great things about you,” the tall red-headed waitress whispered in my ear as she motioned us to our booth.

  “Thanks,” I said, feeling a little flushed with embarrassment. I wasn’t used to the type of attention Ace had grown accustomed to, at least not yet. He was already signing autographs for fans as they swarmed our table, mostly women in short dresses and large fake breasts pushed high on their chests. A couple of them trickled over to me.

  “You’re a new pitcher, right?” a cute little blonde asked.

  “Yes, I am,” I agreed and then signed my name on the napkin she handed me.

  “I don’t have anything for you to write on,” a dark-eyed brunette said playfully, “except me.” She pushed her chest towards my hand. Whitney had a grip on my leg, and I knew she wasn’t pleased with the girls, but they were fans, we were a new team, and Rhett had told us to mingle and keep people happy. I pressed my marker against her flawless flesh and scribble my autograph quickly before handing her back the pen. She batted her eyes, bit her bottom lip and winked before walking away.

  “Wow,” Whitney gasped. “It’s like I don’t even exist to these women.” I knew she wanted to use another word, maybe whores or sluts, but she was too nice for that.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered in her ear.

  “It’s okay, I know you have to do your duty,” she hissed. “It would just be nice to spend some time with my man without other women butting in.” I knew she was still sore about last night, so I slid my hand high on her thigh and squeezed, claiming her as mine. My lips pressed against her neck and my teeth grazed her skin as she giggled. I always knew how to calm her down.

  “I need to go to the ladies’ room,” Holly announced and stared directly at Whitney, giving her some secret female look. She nodded and pushed for me to let her out of the booth. Women traveling in pairs to the bathroom seemed unnecessary to me, but by now, I was over needing an explanation. I kissed Whitney softly on the cheek and patted her ass playfully as she walked away.

  Ace slid over to me. “That Holly chick is one hot kitty.” His voice was thick and sticky, clinging to my ears whether I wanted it to or not. “Sure that’ll be an easy home run.”

  “Ace, I told you not to fuck with her,” I warned.

  “Oh, I have no intention of fucking with her.” He snorted. “She was a wild cat at dinner,” he whispered loudly. “Her hands were everywhere, and her legs open, inviting mine to play.” None of this I wanted to hear, none of it.

  I decided to change the subject from Holly to the little brunette that got grabby under the table. He let out a yelp and gripped me tightly around the neck, pulling me to him. “That’s the kind of shit you’re missing out on, kid, as long as Whitney is around,” he said.

  I knew there was no way to convince Ace that having Whitney around was better than exploring new pussy every night. I loved the stability of our relationship, and meaningless sex really didn’t appeal to me. Not that I knew much about meaningless sex. I’d been with Whitney for forever.

  A tall brunette with bright blue eyes, large breasts, and a wide puckered mouth arrived at our table with a tray of drinks. Two fruity concoctions complete with cutesy umbrellas for the girls, two bottles of beers and four shots of Patrón for us.

  “I don’t know if doing shots is a good idea,” I said. “Whitney wasn’t too happy with me last time.”

  “Well, then I suggest you do ‘em quickly,” he said as he pushed two of the glasses in my direction. “I see them coming now.”

  I lifted the first glass and clinked it against Ace’s. “To the best season ever!” he shouted and, we both guzzled down the liquor. He quickly picked up the second glass and motioned for me to do the same.

  I saw Whitney in the crowd, getting closer to our table, and knew if I was going to do it, it was now or never. I lifted my glass, and we clinked again. This time, he yelled out, “To never having an empty bed at night, and always an empty one in the morning!”

  I guzzled down the liquor, even though his toast was not one I agreed with. Waking up with Whitney by my side each morning was something I looked forward to.

  Women flocked the table, squeezing into the booth as the girls arrived back. Whitney looked like sh
e might explode if I didn’t act quickly. I slid out of the booth and gripped her by the waist. My lips pressed against hers, tense at first, but then they relaxed and parted so my tongue could explore her mouth.

  “You taste like tequila,” she commented as I pulled loose from the kiss.

  “You wanna get out of here?” I asked. Her eyes lit up and that beautiful smile I’d been missing returned.

  She bit her bottom lip. “What about Holly?”

  I blew out a breath. See, this is why you shouldn’t have called her, is what I wanted to say. Instead, I said, “We’ll stay for one drink, then she can decide what she wants to do.”

  Ace had a brunette on his lap. Her breasts were almost falling out of her small top, and her short skirt was so revealing I could almost guarantee her pussy was shaved. Holly was trying to hide the fact that she was pissed as she stood there, waiting for the girls still sitting in our booth to leave. Whitney leaned over the table and whispered something to a blonde. She spoke to her friend next to her, and the women scurried out with their tails tucked between their legs like little wounded puppies.

  I had no idea Whitney had a tough side. I liked it… a lot!

  I watched as Ace continued to flirt with several of the women surrounding him, and his fingers came dangerously close to the shaved pussy of the one on his lap. Holly leaned in and whispered something in his ear. He smiled, stared at her for a moment before gently pushing the little brunette to her feet, then said something to disassemble the herd of women that were in our private section. Okay, so Holly obviously had some game too, good for her!

  Whitney sipped on her drink while my hand played with her leg under the table. Her skin was so soft, so inviting that all I wanted to do was take her home and sink into it. “Are you ready?” I asked, my hand gliding farther up her thigh. She leaned towards Holly, whispered something in her ear that I couldn’t hear and then turned back towards me.

  “She isn’t ready to go.”

  I lifted a shoulder. “She’s a big girl. She can stay.”