ROMANCE: End Zone Desires (Sports Bisexual MMF Menage Romance) (New Adult Threesome Romance Short Stories) by Natalia Wood
Authors: Natalia Wood
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End Zone Desires
Chapter 1 The Winner
“And, the winner is, hang on while I draw the number,” my boss said as he rummaged around in a plastic bucket full of paper numbers, “four and one, it’s 41, yay!”
To be honest I wasn’t taking much notice as I only bought the ticket because the money goes to one of the girls to help pay her medical bill. I was too busy enjoying my Big Mac, I like to enjoy my food, taste it and think about it as I eat, so I tend not be very sociable when feasting.
“No one claiming it here?” I heard his voice again. “Must be one of the other shifts then. Tough luck everyone, this is one hell of a prize, a night at a Special Promotion for the New York Tigers, staying in a top class hotel. Even if you don’t like football, the winner is gonna have one hell of a time.”
Everyone was busily checking their tickets, but it seemed it belonged to no one here, so they all returned to their lunches and desks with miserable faces. I’ll check my ticket when I get back to my desk, it’s in the top drawer, I think.
I really like my job, when you’re a big lady, like me, then you appreciate a job sat on your ass. I work at a Call Centre, but it’s one of the nicer ones. I hear terrible stories about them, but I’ve been here years and I love it, okay, well, I like it. I don’t much care for the night shift but at least they rotate it so we don’t always get the worst hours.
Trouble is, once you put that computer back on, you’re at it until home time. Not only do I get to speak to a variety of members of the public, some nice and some not so nice, but the hours pass by quickly, as we never stop.
So, that’s my job, day in, day out, with two days off a week, which is “me” time, time to spoil myself and my cat, Trojan. All in all, I’m a contented woman, and happy with my life.
The ticket draw had completely slipped my mind, until an internal memo was doing the rounds saying the prize was still unclaimed. I’m pretty sure I checked my ticket on the day of the draw, but pulling open my desk drawer, I see the pink ticket sat there staring up at me with the number “41” clear as day. Although a couple of days at the football doesn't exactly appeal to me, there is also a big slap up meal and a couple of the football jocks to chaperone you around, now that is my kind of dream.
I shout over to my friend sat opposite. “Hey, Wendy, come and look at this, I won the football weekend.”
“Wow, girl,” Wendy is more excited than me, “you are so going, even if I have to kick your butt on the day, you gotta go, Ursa, there’s some fine looking young men on that team. Plus, you get dinner and a classy hotel room for the night, and they’ve got some fancy fireworks on the evening. You have got to go,” she says, wagging her finger at me.
Actually, I could do with a bit of break, I’ve been trying to lose some of my 250 pounds and it tends to depress me. My doctor even recommended that I have a lap-band fitted to help with the weight loss. But, I’m really not sure, I’m quite happy with the way I look. I have natural, thick, blond hair, which sets off my round face and people tell me I’m pretty. My cleavage is big and beautiful, but I guess my arms and legs have a little excess skin on them, and I barely have a waist, but my ass is nice and curvaceous. I might not be a supermodel size, but plenty of men pay me complements and I have no problem getting dates. Obviously, I’m not the sporty type, but a night in a 5-star hotel and dinner with a couple of football hunks, is not to be turned down. I just kinda wish it was something more exotic, like a cruise in the Med. Still a freebie is a freebie.
“Hell, yes, I’m gonna go, girl,” I confirm to Wendy, but I think to myself that I’ll have to do some studying on this team, I know nothing about American football, let alone the New York Tigers.
She sticks my winning lottery
Chapter 1 The Winner
“And, the winner is, hang on while I draw the number,” my boss said as he rummaged around in a plastic bucket full of paper numbers, “four and one, it’s 41, yay!”
To be honest I wasn’t taking much notice as I only bought the ticket because the money goes to one of the girls to help pay her medical bill. I was too busy enjoying my Big Mac, I like to enjoy my food, taste it and think about it as I eat, so I tend not be very sociable when feasting.
“No one claiming it here?” I heard his voice again. “Must be one of the other shifts then. Tough luck everyone, this is one hell of a prize, a night at a Special Promotion for the New York Tigers, staying in a top class hotel. Even if you don’t like football, the winner is gonna have one hell of a time.”
Everyone was busily checking their tickets, but it seemed it belonged to no one here, so they all returned to their lunches and desks with miserable faces. I’ll check my ticket when I get back to my desk, it’s in the top drawer, I think.
I really like my job, when you’re a big lady, like me, then you appreciate a job sat on your ass. I work at a Call Centre, but it’s one of the nicer ones. I hear terrible stories about them, but I’ve been here years and I love it, okay, well, I like it. I don’t much care for the night shift but at least they rotate it so we don’t always get the worst hours.
Trouble is, once you put that computer back on, you’re at it until home time. Not only do I get to speak to a variety of members of the public, some nice and some not so nice, but the hours pass by quickly, as we never stop.
So, that’s my job, day in, day out, with two days off a week, which is “me” time, time to spoil myself and my cat, Trojan. All in all, I’m a contented woman, and happy with my life.
The ticket draw had completely slipped my mind, until an internal memo was doing the rounds saying the prize was still unclaimed. I’m pretty sure I checked my ticket on the day of the draw, but pulling open my desk drawer, I see the pink ticket sat there staring up at me with the number “41” clear as day. Although a couple of days at the football doesn't exactly appeal to me, there is also a big slap up meal and a couple of the football jocks to chaperone you around, now that is my kind of dream.
I shout over to my friend sat opposite. “Hey, Wendy, come and look at this, I won the football weekend.”
“Wow, girl,” Wendy is more excited than me, “you are so going, even if I have to kick your butt on the day, you gotta go, Ursa, there’s some fine looking young men on that team. Plus, you get dinner and a classy hotel room for the night, and they’ve got some fancy fireworks on the evening. You have got to go,” she says, wagging her finger at me.
Actually, I could do with a bit of break, I’ve been trying to lose some of my 250 pounds and it tends to depress me. My doctor even recommended that I have a lap-band fitted to help with the weight loss. But, I’m really not sure, I’m quite happy with the way I look. I have natural, thick, blond hair, which sets off my round face and people tell me I’m pretty. My cleavage is big and beautiful, but I guess my arms and legs have a little excess skin on them, and I barely have a waist, but my ass is nice and curvaceous. I might not be a supermodel size, but plenty of men pay me complements and I have no problem getting dates. Obviously, I’m not the sporty type, but a night in a 5-star hotel and dinner with a couple of football hunks, is not to be turned down. I just kinda wish it was something more exotic, like a cruise in the Med. Still a freebie is a freebie.
“Hell, yes, I’m gonna go, girl,” I confirm to Wendy, but I think to myself that I’ll have to do some studying on this team, I know nothing about American football, let alone the New York Tigers.
She sticks my winning lottery
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