She looked at me, her eyes wide and excited for the first time in months. I wasn’t sure if she was waiting for me to give her my approval, so I just smiled and nodded.
“That would be fantastic,” she gushed. “Something to keep me busy would be perfect.”
Ahh, smooth one, Mr. Hamilton. I see what you did there.
He’d told me outside the club that she needed a hobby, so he did his homework, found out she was into design and ta-da, Whitney is now smiling, busy, and maybe will get off my back. I smiled graciously at him, or at least tried to, but I know I had a giant smirk on my face.
Ace gripped me by the shoulder. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to steal him,” he said to both Whitney and Rhett. Whitney shot me a glare.
Oh wow, her happiness didn’t last long.
“Of course, if Whitney would be so kind as to keep me company?” Rhett’s smooth tongue turn Whitney’s glare into a twinkle. I really need to learn that skill.
Ace was pulling me away as Whitney smiled and turned her attention back to Rhett. “Sorry kid, you looked like you needed to be rescued,” he whispered in my ear. I glanced back at her and she was laughing, then being hugged by a newcomer. One I recognized as Todd Morris, a player with the Mets.
“Come on.”
Ace pulled on my arm until Whitney was out of view and guided me up the long spiral staircase to the second floor. There were a few people in the hallways, leaning against the wall and walking as we passed them and made our way to the large white French doors at the end of the hall.
“Welcome to the beast’s den,” he said as he pushed a code into the door before flinging them open.
A couple of the players from our team, and a few from other teams were inside sitting at a large round table playing cards. A king sized bed sitting in the center of the room was the focal point, not because of its size, but because of what was on it. My eyes locked on the two beautiful women intertwined around one another. Their bodies stretched out across the bed, nude, tan, amazing.
“This is living,” Ace said and moved towards the table to mingle with the others.
I stood there frozen as I watched the women kiss, their mouths so soft and sensual as their lips met. Long, lean fingers with bright pink polish slid across the silky smooth skin of the blonde, whose ass I couldn’t take my eyes away from. The brunette looked up, smiled at me as her fingers rolled down to the beautiful round ass I’d been admiring.
Holy shit!
“Girls, don’t be stingy,” Ace said, then smiled in my direction. “At least give him something to watch.” I had plenty to watch. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before, or even imagined. I swallowed hard, knowing I should get out of this room.
On Ace’s orders, they both seemed to be more than eager to give me more than I thought I could already handle. The brunette pushed the blonde to her back and pulled at her legs to open them for my viewing pleasure. My cock twitched in my jeans and my balls tightened as my eyes stayed glued to the pink flesh held open by the bright pink-polished fingers. The brunette smirked and slowly slid her tongue across her lips before pushing her hair to the side as she lowered between the other’s legs.
I watched in amazement as her tongue flicked against the blonde’s clit then down her slit, her finger sliding inside the blonde’s pussy. The blonde moaned and squirmed beneath her, and my cock went on full alert. I suddenly felt awkward standing there in a room full of men, sporting a hard on as my teenage fantasy came to life in front of my eyes.
“Calm down, hot shot,” Ace said, slapping me on the arm. “Here.” He shoved a rolled up fifty-dollar bill towards me.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Well, it’s not to tip ‘em,” Ace laughed. “They’re paid for.”
He motioned towards the dresser where two long white lines of powder were set out. I had never done drugs in my life, not even pot. I couldn’t believe that Ace was willing to risk his career in baseball for cocaine.
“No, thanks,” I refused as politely as I could without passing judgment through my voice. But, I was judging. Look at everything he stood to lose with that shit up his nose.
The brunette was on her knees now, her pussy spread open below her perfect tight little ass. I watched as she plunged her fingers inside the blonde, biting at her small breasts.
“You sure?” Ace asked. “They don’t test for at least three weeks. This shit’s outta your system in three days.” He was seriously trying to convince me to indulge.
“No, that’s all you, man,” I said, still watching the girls from the corner of my eye. Ace gripped the rolled up bill and held it to his nose. I turned and watched as he snorted up both lines in one smooth motion.
Not his first party, obviously.
“You wanna play with the girls? I’ll send these bozo’s packing,” he offered.
It was tempting, almost too tempting as the brunette winked while her tongue flicked over the hard pink nipple beneath her. “No, I better get back downstairs.”
“Your loss,” Ace said and dove onto the bed with the girls.
I didn’t look back. The image of Ace in between the women would only ruin what could be used in my spank bank for months, possibly years to come. I pushed open the doors, pulled them closed behind me and let out a long exhale.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Calvin
I was grateful that the hallway had cleared out as I leaned against the large white doors behind me. My cock was still flooded with blood, rock hard and unwilling to go down without some immediate action. My eyes closed and I used my go-tos as I prayed my cock was not so angry at me for denying him the experience of two beautiful women that he wouldn’t go down. Please, please go down!
A long deep breath later, I felt some relief in the tightness of my jeans. I figured once I made it downstairs and back to Whitney’s irritated glares, it would shrivel back down fairly quickly. I opened my eyes and started down the long hall towards the stairs when Caroline rounded the corner, almost running into me.
“Oh, there you are,” she cooed. Her hand was on my chest as she spoke. Her beautiful red painted lips were so full, so shiny that they looked wet. Blood rushed back between my legs, and my eager cock jumped at the second chance for action.
Down boy!
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” The words fell like honey from her full lips.
I felt my throat closing and cleared it quickly. “Me, why is that?”
“I’ve wanted to talk to you.” She pouted and pushed her lip out, batting her long thick eyelashes.
Fuck me!
A set of glass doors were to the left of where we stood and a balcony just beyond that. I looked because I was trying not to look at her, not directly at least. I needed to avoid eye contact if I wanted my erection to ever go down. Unfortunately, what I was using as a diversion only created more problems.
“Yes, let’s go talk out here, where it’s private,” she said.