Winning Streak

by Alice Ward

  Those beautiful lips pouted, and her eyes dropped with sadness to match. Her thin white top was low; her breasts pushed out so far I thought her chin would rest upon them as she lowered her head to exaggerate her expression.

  “Why not?” she asked in a sweet baby voice. That was my weak spot. Whitney could get me every time with that tone, and here stood a woman who was certainly stirring some attraction in me using my weaknesses against me.

  “I’m in a relationship and having dinner with a beautiful woman would probably create some trouble.” I made my excuse sweet and to the point.

  Whitney should be proud. Well, with the exception that I just called this woman beautiful.

  She placed a hand on my arm and slowly caressed it, up and down, squeezing it gently as those big blue eyes blinked at me. Her movements mimicked something familiar, something sexual, and my cock twitched.

  “Honey, I’m not asking you to marry me, just dinner.” Her voice dripped like honey from those lips. “Does she not want you to eat?”

  “I just think she might be upset,’ I admitted.

  “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. A beast cannot be tamed completely. She should revel in the fact that she has something more than a man and not try to cage it up.”

  It was almost the same line that Ace had been using on me since spring training started, but somehow when it came from her, it made more sense. “I appreciate the offer, maybe another time,” I apologized. “I’m sure she has something special planned.”

  Her hand dropped from my arm, and I instantly missed it. Slowly, she pushed the sunglasses from the top of her head down over her eyes and puckered her lips in a kissing motion before turning to walk away. Yes, I watched. That ass was perfect, shaped like an upside heart, full, plump, and fit perfectly into her red capris.

  I wanted to kick myself in the balls as she turned and looked over her shoulder. That was probably the hottest woman I’d ever seen, and I just turned her down. My cock twitched again inside my pants, not out of excitement this time, but utter disappointment.

  “She’s out for your blood,” Ace whispered in my ear as he patted me on the back. “Let’s get a beer.” He took my bag from my shoulder and gripped my elbow to turn me around.

  I might have stood there kicking myself, daydreaming about what could have been for another twenty minutes if he hadn’t showed up.

  “I can only have a couple,” I insisted as he tossed my bag into the small backseat of my car.

  “You drive,” he said.

  “Where’s your car?’ I asked.

  “Holly wanted to visit her cousin,” he said and rolled his eyes. “It’s like an hour from here, too much for a cab.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t even know Holly was here.”

  He opened the passenger door and slid into the seat. I could tell this wasn’t something he was willing to talk about. Which meant it was all I wanted to talk about on the ride to the bar.

  “You two getting serious then?” I asked.

  “No, don’t read too much into it, hot shot. She’s a nice piece of ass, that’s all.”

  I was grinning so hard my cheeks hurt. “Oh yeah, a nice piece of ass that you seem to be getting serious about.” I dropped my sarcasm in his lap and continued my painful but still-worth-it grin.

  “I can still fuck, and I do, trust me. Whoever I want, whenever I want,” he snapped. “She knows that. She can too.”

  Yeah, right.

  “Not like you,” he went on, “who can’t even accept a dinner invitation because your woman might get pissed.”

  “No, I just know how good I have it. Besides, Whitney probably has a nice dinner planned, probably something romantic to celebrate the beginning of the season. So, a couple beers and I’m out. You can find your own way home.”

  Not that Ace finding a ride was a problem, but it felt good to be in control for a moment. I knew he wouldn’t let me lead for long, he never did.

  “You know that’s not why you didn’t go,” he said, leaning back against my Italian leather car seat and grinned to match the one I wore earlier. “You didn’t go because you wanted to fuck her.”

  “Oh c’mon, I don’t even know her. She was being nice, so I was polite, that’s all,” I lied. I did want to fuck her. The thought of those red lips around my cock and those baby blues looking up at me was what made me twitch in my pants.

  “Yeah, well you better keep it in your pants with that one, kid. You can’t handle a woman like that,” he warned.

  I glared at him. “You don’t know what I can handle.”

  There was no way I wanted Ace Newman, a player I had idolized all through college, to know that Whitney had popped my cherry and was only the second sexual experience I’d ever had. The one before it, Sarah Frankfurt, a girl with braces and big breasts let me get to third base in junior high. She wanted to go down on me, but her mouth full of metal scared the hell out of my dick.

  It was a relief to get out of the car and toss my keys to the valet. Ace continued busting my balls as we walked into the club. “Wouldn’t it be nice to fuck whoever you wanted and not feel guilty?” he asked.

  I was feeling guilty, or at least I had when my thoughts drifted to Caroline’s lips and her thin white top that left little to the imagination without a bra underneath.

  “Fast cars, expensive suits, hot pussy, and winning the game,” he said. “That’s what matters in life.” Ace, the poet, maybe he should write for Hallmark.

  Marty and Frank were already squeezed into our regular booth with two cute blondes leaning over the table with shorts so short they made my dick hurt. They were gathering autographs from the players with a ball they claimed to have caught during practice.

  Damn, I don’t remember seeing them at any of the practices; Whitney did have me on a short leash.

  They squealed when they saw Ace and me slide into the booth. “Will you sign our balls?” one asked. They both wore ponytails that dangled on each side of their heads and tight blue tank tops that barely contained their double Ds.

  Twins. They were fucking twins.

  “We’ll sign yours if you sign ours,” Ace teased as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and laughed at his own joke.

  The thought was appealing.

  They both bit down on their bottom lips at the same time and tilted their heads as they obviously struggled to get the pun. “Oh,” one finally said, and they both giggled. Whether they truly got it or not, who cared, not me. “That’s a deal,” they said in unison. Holy shit, they share a brain as well. This would almost be too easy, even for Ace.

  They pushed their baseballs towards us, leaning over the table to give us the fantastic view down their tank tops while we each signed our autographs. One pulled a card from her back pocket and pushed it across the table in between both myself and Ace.

  “That’s our hotel; the room number is on back, and my cell.” Ace turned the card over, room — #712 Candy and Mandy was written above a cell phone number. He slid it into his shirt pocket and smiled at the girls. “I’ll be there,” he promised.

  “Are you coming?” Mandy or Candy asked me directly. If they didn’t stand up and take their tits from my face soon, yes, I would be coming right in my pants.

  “Sorry, ladies, as fun as that sounds, I’m going home to my girlfriend,” I said without the same remorse I felt turning down Caroline.

  They made their little aww sounds and batted their eyes, but then quickly returned to Ace. “Can you handle us on your own?” Candy or Mandy asked.

  Ace laughed at their ridiculous question and nodded. “The question is… can you two handle me?”

  They giggled and moved along to finish getting their balls signed as some of the other team players had taken seats at the bar. “You’re not seriously going over there are you?” I asked.

  He lifted a brow. “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “Well, for one, isn’t Holly staying at your place?” Frank and Marty overheard, and both leaned in to giv
e Ace a questioning look and quick smile.

  “She’ll get hers when I get home, if I have any left to give,” Ace boasted. “Who the fuck am I kidding, there’s always plenty of Ace to go around.”

  He was so cocky, so confident, so much of an asshole that a part of me still wished I could be like him. I hated that part of myself.

  The brunette waitress showed up with beers and shots for the table. “Well, it’s about time darling,” Ace said with a sarcastic smile.

  She smiled and batted her eyes. “You looked pretty busy with your twin toddlers,” she sassed.

  “I’m gonna have to spank that sass right out of you,” Ace threatened. She blushed, giggled, and it was evident she would like nothing more than for Ace to bend her over his knee.

  She started to walk away when Ace gripped her hand. “Stay there for a minute, darling,” he ordered. He slid the shots to each of us and let out a cheer, “Here’s to never taming the beasts!”

  We all repeated his chant and clinked our glasses together before slinging the alcohol down our throats.

  “Okay, now to deal with you,” Ace said to the brunette, who waited by the table as instructed. “Are you wearing panties?”

  She blushed. “Yes.”

  “Take them off,” he ordered.

  She started to walk away, obviously to run to the bathroom to do as he instructed. How did he have this sexual power over women? It was God-like, or at the very least, the most impressive skill I had ever seen in a man. “No, no, right here, take ‘em off,” Ace instructed.

  I’ll be damned if that brunette didn’t reach under her skirt and slide her panties down right there at our table. I watched with amazement as she worked the black lace over each high heel before handing them to Ace.

  He pushed the table out from the booth and motioned with his finger for her to come towards him. He took her hand, pulled her closer and then bent her over his knee so her bare ass was facing me and not the crowded bar. “How many do you want?”

  She giggled. “Four.”

  Right there before God and everybody, Ace brought his hand down on her ass. Not too hard, but hard enough to make her jump. He spread her ass cheeks and used two fingers to spank her lightly on the pussy a couple times. “Okay, now my boys have to give you at least one spanking each. You made them wait to be served too.”

  He looked to me first, motioning towards her bare bottom and taunting me to spank it. She bucked up from his lap, lifting her ass in the air enough to expose her plump pussy lips.

  “C’mon, don’t be a pussy,” Ace goaded. He reached for her cheeks again, spreading her wide open. My cock twitched at the sight, and without giving it another thought, I licked my index and middle finger, held them tightly together and slapped against her warm flesh. Frank and Marty took their turns. Frank more eager than Marty, who only gently slapped her ass cheek. When we were done, she raised up from his lap and gave him a look that apparently wanted more of what he dished out. I knew he would end up in the men’s room with her at some point in the night. She’d be an appetizer before his main course of twins, then Holly his dessert, or possibly a midnight snack if he found another toy in between.

  The owner of the club walked up to our booth. I was expecting him to say something about our behavior with his waitress. Instead, he informed us that our drinks, as well as a special selection of appetizers would be on the club all evening. “Consider it a bribe to ensure you play well and win your first game,” he joked.

  “Sorry about the scene earlier,” Ace apologized.

  I was impressed, I believe it was the first time Ace Newman had ever apologized for anything.

  The man smiled, shook his head, and twirled the end of his long curly mustache. “As long as what you do stays out of the sight of the other patrons, it’s consensual, and you keep my girls happy, then you cannot offend me,” he said with a thick Italian accent.

  My phone was vibrating in my pocket, and I knew it was Whitney wondering when I’d be home. I told her I’d have a couple drinks after practice, and I’d barely had finished this one. I slid my phone from my pocket and saw her face on my screen.

  “I’ve got to take this,” I said to Ace, motioning for him to let me out of the booth. It was clear he was irritated, but he slid out anyways. “Hello,” I answered and walked towards the front doors so I could hear.

  “Where are you?” she asked, the edge in her voice made me grit my teeth.

  “I told you I was going to have a couple drinks with the guys tonight,” I reminded her patiently.

  “Well, how much longer are you going to be?”

  “I just got here,” I sighed.

  “Oh,” her tone was becoming clearer, edgier, and I pressed the heel of my hand into my temple.

  “The owner just said he was bringing us some special apps from the kitchen. He’s covering our tab, and it would be rude to leave right now.” I felt like a teenager explaining why I should be allowed to stay at Bobby’s house past curfew to watch a movie.

  “I’m sorry, I guess I just miss you,” she said, her tone changing, turning sweet again in world record time. “Have fun, and if you drink too much, take a cab please.”

  My mind spun with confusion. Had she just given me the green light to stay out longer?

  “I won’t get drunk, and I’ll leave as soon as I can,” I promised.

  “Should I save your dinner, or are you eating there?”

  My eyes narrowed, wondering if this was a trick question. “Please save me dinner, I’ll just nibble here.”

  I pictured her working hard all day planning a special dinner and probably a romantic evening to celebrate the kick-off to my first season. I felt guilty as I told her I loved her and hung up. One more drink, and I’d try the apps then head home to her.

  “Hey, there’s my golden boy!” Rhett called out as he exited a long black Lincoln.

  I shoved my phone into my pocket and extended my hand to greet him. He took it, pulled me in and gave me a quick hug with a pat on the back. “I expect some amazing things from you this season,” he said proudly. “Everyone does.”

  “No pressure,” I laughed.

  He laughed too. “Are you the first one here?”

  “No, the others are inside. I had to call Whitney,” I explained before I could stop myself.

  “That’s a beautiful woman you’ve got there,” Rhett said. “Hopefully, she understands you’re a man in demand.”

  I grinned nervously and shrugged. “I think she’s still trying to come to terms with that,” I admitted.

  “Maybe something to occupy her time is all she needs,” he advised.

  He pushed his hand high on my back and walked with me into the club. The players at the bar all welcomed him as we walked in, and I noticed a few of the women eyeing him and whispering to one another. I patted him on the back and motioned towards the table to let him know I was headed back.

  Ace was eyeing me as I waited for him to either get up to let me back in or scoot over to make room. “Owner’s pet?” he snarled.

  “Scoot the fuck over or let me back in,” I snapped back at him.

  He slid out of the booth and stood while I slid back into my spot. “Where’s the shots?” I asked.

  “Wow, so your ball and chain didn’t make you come home, or did you finally grow a pair and tell her you’re a beast that can’t be tamed?” Frank and Marty both roared and yelled out, “Beast!” at his comment.

  “I’m not staying long, because I want to go home and celebrate with her,” I insisted, stressing the words.

  Ace wasn’t buying it, but I knew it was because he had no idea what it felt like to love someone. He waved his hand in the air and quickly ushered the brunette whose ass he had just spanked back to the table.

  “We need another round, sweetheart,” he said and then pulled her panties from his pocket and sniffed them. Her cheeks turned bright red, and she reached out to grab them as he dangled them over the table. He was quick to pull them back a
nd offered up a mischievous smile. “You’ll have to work a lot harder than that to get them back,” he taunted her.

  Rhett finished his pep talk with the guys at the bar and made his way to our table. “You guys ready for the big game?” he asked, ignoring the panty tug of war going on beside him.

  Frank and Marty both let out a loud, “Hell, yes!” while Ace and I simply nodded.

  He pulled up a chair just as Angelo was bringing out two large trays of food. “Compliments of the chef,” he said and then turned his attention to Rhett.

  The food was not the normal bar munchies they served but gourmet delicacies with pickled ginger garnishing the plate in the shape of a rose, seared leg of lamb with orange marmalade sauce, and a few things I didn’t even recognize but looked like they belonged on the cover of a magazine.

  Rhett shared a shot with us, then left with the twins Ace had scored earlier. “Looks like your main course is gone.”

  “Still have my appetizer,” he grinned in the direction of the brunette.

  Frank found a curvy blonde that, after four shots of Patrón, said looked like Anna Nicole Smith. We all egged him on to talk to her and watched from the table as he tried to lay out some game. He shocked us when he came back to the table with her hanging on his arm. “I’ll catch you guys later,” he said coolly.

  Marty took off too, not interested in picking up any women. “He’s a tart,” Ace said as he left.

  “Marty?” I asked. “No way.”

  “You never see him with a woman,” Ace pointed out. “And that bad breakup… there was never any proof that was a chick.”

  Ace had just enough tequila to turn him into an ass. Most days it took zero alcohol, but on others, four shots was about the right amount.

  I was beginning to feel the drinks and knew it was time to head home. “I’m gonna hit the head,” I announced and slid from the booth.

  I splashed water on my face to completely sober myself up enough to drive home and then moved to the urinal. The door busted open. Ace held the brunette around the waist and smiled as I shoved my dick back in my pants. His hands slid up her sides, sliding her skirt past her hips.