could send my cousin?”
“Ah, have you got a cappuccino
with my name on it?” she asked.
He picked up the two he had
ordered; one for himself and his fellow Saints’ player and security officer, Eddie
Mosley who shared the office with him. “If you had just got here a few minutes
earlier I would have ordered you one,” he said, with a shrug.
“Hmm.” She smirked at him, as the
line moved along.
“Morning Alice,” he said as he
passed me.
“Morning Russian,” I said, with a
smile. I’m sure I was radiating a post-orgasm glow.
“Good to see you girls in
uniform,” he said, “love a woman in uniform.” He continued to the office.
I looked at Sasha and lowered my
voice. “You get on well with him. Shame he’s taken. Leesa, his girlfriend, is really
nice though.”
“I heard they split. Anyway, uggh,
I’m not going out with a player,” she said, quietly. “How incestuous... working
here, hanging out with one after hours. I’d have Saints on the brain. Besides,
I’ve got my eye on someone.”
“Really? That’s good,” I said,
pleased for her. “So I wouldn’t know him then?”
“Yes, your brother,” she said,
then laughed.
“Oh, ha, you’re very funny, he’s
not even legal age yet.” I rolled my eyes at her and she broke up laughing at
her own joke. She was a bit ‘out-there’.
When I got back to the office and
finished delivering Jim and Kay their coffees, I threw myself into the game
entertainment that was required for the weekend—luckily my predecessor had set
that up for the next few months and I was just required to follow up and tick
all the boxes, an easy learning curve. I checked the rundown of events was
still correct and posted a round of updates on the Saints’ social media sites.
Next, I had some player appearance requests to wade through and approve or deny—they
seemed to be never-ending, and then we had the media event at eleven and our
own weekly marketing team meeting at three p.m. I went to the ladies’ and
forgot there were no panties to pull down—super weird.
Back at my desk, my phone vibrated
with a text message and I reached for it. There was only one person I wanted to
hear from this morning and I wasn’t disappointed... make my day!
Tomás: Hi Cookie, my very
promising student, thinking of U
I grinned and then tried to hide
it. My stomach flipped with excitement and I texted back quickly.
Me: Morning ‘T’ for Tomás &
teacher. Thank U 4 a wonderful nyt. It truly wz a gr8 D8
Tomás: 4 me too. R U panty-less?
Me: Ys sir, as instructed
Tomás: You’re goin 2 b begging me 2
take your V
Me: I’m begging U already
Tomás: It must b memorable, a
V-trip, I insist
Me: I don’t think I’ll ever 4get
Tomás: C U @ the press conf. Then,
I will txt U 2nyt with homework
Me. Don’t make it 2 hard.
Tomás: Trust me, it’s hard right
now.
Ah Tomás, Tomás, Tomás. Thank God
I don’t have a dick. It would be hard all day thinking of Tomás, so
uncomfortable sitting down and I’d get absolutely no work done. Another weird
thought... wow, I’d never need drugs for tripping.
Chapter 16
The press conference was in the Saints’ club room and
there was a good turnout. A dozen or so of the key players were in attendance—it
was compulsory—along with several television camera crew, and staff from the
two newspapers and radio stations with their microphones set up at the front of
the room. The players were in their uniform too—a navy suit, white shirt and
club tie. Men usually always looked good in a suit especially when they were
fit and gorgeous to begin with and the Saints’ boys didn’t disappoint. It was
an effort to not drool. Where was I? Oh yeah, Sasha and I manned the door; then
I took a pile of press kits from Jim and circulated, handing them out. Winning
brownie points basically—it was my first week, and I wanted to be a hit.
I saw Lucas arrive and begin to
circle the room and as he passed me, he gave my shoulder a
“Ah, have you got a cappuccino
with my name on it?” she asked.
He picked up the two he had
ordered; one for himself and his fellow Saints’ player and security officer, Eddie
Mosley who shared the office with him. “If you had just got here a few minutes
earlier I would have ordered you one,” he said, with a shrug.
“Hmm.” She smirked at him, as the
line moved along.
“Morning Alice,” he said as he
passed me.
“Morning Russian,” I said, with a
smile. I’m sure I was radiating a post-orgasm glow.
“Good to see you girls in
uniform,” he said, “love a woman in uniform.” He continued to the office.
I looked at Sasha and lowered my
voice. “You get on well with him. Shame he’s taken. Leesa, his girlfriend, is really
nice though.”
“I heard they split. Anyway, uggh,
I’m not going out with a player,” she said, quietly. “How incestuous... working
here, hanging out with one after hours. I’d have Saints on the brain. Besides,
I’ve got my eye on someone.”
“Really? That’s good,” I said,
pleased for her. “So I wouldn’t know him then?”
“Yes, your brother,” she said,
then laughed.
“Oh, ha, you’re very funny, he’s
not even legal age yet.” I rolled my eyes at her and she broke up laughing at
her own joke. She was a bit ‘out-there’.
When I got back to the office and
finished delivering Jim and Kay their coffees, I threw myself into the game
entertainment that was required for the weekend—luckily my predecessor had set
that up for the next few months and I was just required to follow up and tick
all the boxes, an easy learning curve. I checked the rundown of events was
still correct and posted a round of updates on the Saints’ social media sites.
Next, I had some player appearance requests to wade through and approve or deny—they
seemed to be never-ending, and then we had the media event at eleven and our
own weekly marketing team meeting at three p.m. I went to the ladies’ and
forgot there were no panties to pull down—super weird.
Back at my desk, my phone vibrated
with a text message and I reached for it. There was only one person I wanted to
hear from this morning and I wasn’t disappointed... make my day!
Tomás: Hi Cookie, my very
promising student, thinking of U
I grinned and then tried to hide
it. My stomach flipped with excitement and I texted back quickly.
Me: Morning ‘T’ for Tomás &
teacher. Thank U 4 a wonderful nyt. It truly wz a gr8 D8
Tomás: 4 me too. R U panty-less?
Me: Ys sir, as instructed
Tomás: You’re goin 2 b begging me 2
take your V
Me: I’m begging U already
Tomás: It must b memorable, a
V-trip, I insist
Me: I don’t think I’ll ever 4get
Tomás: C U @ the press conf. Then,
I will txt U 2nyt with homework
Me. Don’t make it 2 hard.
Tomás: Trust me, it’s hard right
now.
Ah Tomás, Tomás, Tomás. Thank God
I don’t have a dick. It would be hard all day thinking of Tomás, so
uncomfortable sitting down and I’d get absolutely no work done. Another weird
thought... wow, I’d never need drugs for tripping.
Chapter 16
The press conference was in the Saints’ club room and
there was a good turnout. A dozen or so of the key players were in attendance—it
was compulsory—along with several television camera crew, and staff from the
two newspapers and radio stations with their microphones set up at the front of
the room. The players were in their uniform too—a navy suit, white shirt and
club tie. Men usually always looked good in a suit especially when they were
fit and gorgeous to begin with and the Saints’ boys didn’t disappoint. It was
an effort to not drool. Where was I? Oh yeah, Sasha and I manned the door; then
I took a pile of press kits from Jim and circulated, handing them out. Winning
brownie points basically—it was my first week, and I wanted to be a hit.
I saw Lucas arrive and begin to
circle the room and as he passed me, he gave my shoulder a
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