by Dark Angel
"Hey there, stranger," comes a voice.
I turned around to see where the voice was coming from and I nearly bump into Julianna standing directly behind me, her blonde hair twisting gently in the afternoon breeze. Holy hell. The other person I wasn't ready to face today. Don't get me wrong, she looks good—almost too good. She’s wearing a tight white tank top that makes her tits nearly spill out of the top, and a pair of shorts that might as well have not even been there. I feel my cock twitch and I have an overwhelming urge to grab her and bring her body close to mine, to pull her breasts into my chest, to run my fingers through her soft hair, and to breath in her smell in deep drunken gulps, but I shake those thoughts from my mind. Perfect, now I'm head case and a depraved human being. I have to stop thinking with my cock all the time. Isn't that Colt's job? I can't think of her right now. Not here. Not now. I have to stay focused.
"I was watching our tight ends really muff the ball earlier. I think you and Colt will have to show them a thing or two about going third and long," she says, with a grin.
"I'm really sorry," I say, almost in a whisper. I have to cough and clear my throat just to find my voice. "I have to leave."
With that I turn around to leave. I gather my things into my silver Porsche with its red leather interior and peel out of the parking lot. I hear my tires squeal as I press my foot firmly on top of the gas pedal. I need to get out of here, and quick. I'm sure that didn't look good, I thought as I turn the corner—leaving practice early and all and brushing Julianna off, but what choice did I have? There is no way I could focus on the game today. My thoughts are all consuming, like a dam spilling over. If I didn't get out of there, I would have drowned.
I roll down my windows and turn the radio up louder than usual, hoping to blast the thoughts out of my mind. It seems to help because by the time I pull up to my building, I’m tapping my fingers on the steering wheel and no longer worrying about Colt or Julianna. I park, walk into my apartment building, ride the elevator to my penthouse suite, and drop my things on the couch. I need something to drink. Water won’t work. And I definitely don't need anything caffeinated. I need something that will keep me calm. I settle on cracking open a beer and almost smile when I pour the liquid into my favorite pint glass and watch the thick, creamy head form around the rim.
I take a long sip, feeling the sharp cold carbonation run down my throat. Liquid heaven. I exhale with relief and grab the remote. I decide to turn on the television, wondering what’s happening in the world of sports news. But as soon as I do, I wished I hadn't. SportsNation pops on with a "breaking news" banner flashing across the screen. "Welcome to SportsNation Highlights. We have some breaking news for you this afternoon. Just when we thought the New York Nailers couldn't be rocked with any further sexual scandal—it appears we were wrong. And this recent video provided by The News of the Times will shock you!”
My stomach sinks and my face grows warm. I can feel my temperature rise when I watch in horror as a familiar scene appears on the screen—our team's locker room. I see my gym bag sitting on the floor—and I see Colt's bag. It’s footage of a scene that has been replaying itself in my mind ever since it happened.
SportsNation
SportsNation Highlights
Sammi Jo: And if you’re just joining us for the late breaking news edition of SportsNation then welcome. I’m your host for the next hour, Sammi Jo, and I’m joined in our SportsNation New York City studios with AJ Ledoux, sports reporter for The News of the Times.
Just to recap our breaking news that’s happening now, another sex tape has surfaced that involves the beleaguered New York Nailers football team in yet another scandal. Just when the Nailers were reeling from back to back revelations of sexual activity between team owner, Julianna Heaton and star quarterback Colt Stackford as well as yet another video of Julianna Heaton and defensive end Ethan Blake, The News of the Times has just released a tape on their website today showing sexual activity taking place in the Nailers very own locker room.
AJ, can you tell us a little bit about this tape and how you got it and why it’s such a big deal between two consenting adults?
AJ: Sure, Sammi. Basically, the tape is actually a cell phone recording that was taken at the time that captured the activity. What viewers to our website will see is Ethan Blake and Colt Stackford, in what I can only describe as a moment of intimacy. What’s more —
Sammi: AJ, wait a second. Let me stop you right there. Are you telling me that someone filmed this? And we’re sitting here getting outraged over consenting actions between two men?
AJ: Uhm, well, we’re not getting mad at them, per se. But what it’s doing to the team.
Sammi: Isn’t this a terrible breach of privacy, AJ?
AJ: I think you’d have to ask the Nailers about that, Sammi. I mean, it’s their locker room, not mine.
Sammi: And how did The News of the Times get their hands on it? Isn’t this unethical behavior on your part?
AJ: I think what you need to ask yourself before you ask that, Sammi, aren’t the actions that the video recording shows, of basically one of the most beloved quarterbacks in the game servicing another teammate with his hand a breach of the public virtues? Against all standards of decency we expect our role models to follow?
Sammi: And what exactly is that breach of the public virtue, AJ?
AJ: Well, obviously these two star players have been corrupted by none other than Julianna Heaton herself.
Sammi: I’m not sure I follow.
AJ: Think about it. Did the New York Nailers have a problem with sex scandals prior to Julianna? No. Did they have issues with players giving other players hand jobs in the locker rooms before Julianna? No. In fact, each of these videos only demonstrate just how categorically unsuited to be an owner in the NFL. Yes, she may have been successful on Wall Street, but the standards for decency are higher in the NFL. And sure, she may have saved the Nailers from bankruptcy, but her own moral turpitude is going to be her downfall. At this point, the corruption has spread into the team as well. Think about Monday’s performance of the New York Nailers versus the Stepbrothers. It was atrocious. Why was that? Because Colt Stackford and Ethan Blake were more focused on having sex with the owner of their team than they were with paying their dues on the field and winning a game.
Sammi: So how would you attribute the video that’s emerging of Colt and Ethan onto the actions of Julianna though? I think you’re reaching because she wasn’t anywhere near that locker room.
AJ (with glee in his voice): I’m glad you asked that Sammi. And to answer you, I’m just going to say that you should go onto our website in one day. In exactly one day you’ll see the front page of the next day’s newspaper. It’ll show you exactly why Julianna is nothing more than a corrupting influence on the players and why all three of them need to be removed.
Sammi: Aren’t you on your seventh divorce? Do you think the women of America want to hear a man talk about how an independent woman is someone to be chastised because of her sexuality?
AJ: I think you’re a bit biased against me. But trust me, the video I have will have you changing your tune pretty fast.
Sammi: I see a grin on your face. Care to tell us what the video is?
AJ: No, I think it’s best that you wait for the surprise. Because when the world sees this, I have no doubt that the media circus that’s going on will get even worse. And that the Commissioner will personally come on air and suspend both Ethan Blake and Colt Stackford. And then order Julianna to sell the team to anyone - for any price.
Sammi: It would have to be something terrible.
AJ: Remember, this woman has a history here. In the last week since the second sex tape became public we’ve seen her ex-boyfriends who have come forward showing how sexually dangerous this woman was. How she had no regards for the feelings of men at all in the bedroom. How it was always about her. How she would talk about other men and their bodies when in the company of women. How she would objectify men�
�s bodies - they didn’t have to be there, but the fact that she was doing it was enough.
Sammi: Isn’t that what women have to put up with everyday?
AJ: It’s not the same thing. This fixation with her own pleasure first that her ex-boyfriends complained of was a symptom of a greater problem. The unraveling of the moral fabric of our nation. This woman has risen too far, too fast. And she’s let the power go to her head. It’s about time someone show her what flying too close to the sun can do.
Sammi: Still won’t tell us what’s on the video?
AJ: You’ll just have to wait and find out, like everyone else. I will say one thing though. For too long, Julianna Heaton has been the bad girl of the NFL. It’s high time that she brought back down to earth and taught a lesson that if this league and this nation has no patience for bad girls.
Sammi: And there you have it folks. Stay tuned as we continue our breaking news coverage of the New York Nailers.
Colt
You ever hear of a shit storm?
Yeah?
Well, that’s kind of what my life is now like.
I’m watching the rerun of the SportsNation broadcast in the team lounge. The lounge that just a few days ago I had the fucking greatest sex ever. With the baddest girl ever. And the only other bad boy thats ever mattered to me, apparently.
The other players are looking at me as the television goes on and on, zooming in to show my hand on Ethan’s cock. Yeah, they blur that shit out. They can’t show Ethan’s cock on national television.
But they blur it in such a fucking way that literally nothing is left to the imagination.
You can tell exactly how long and how thick that giant fucking cock is of his.
Fucking Christ. I had no idea this was on endless loop until I walked in and sat down with a plate of food.
It’s not like I can get away from it either. This shit is going to be blaring from the corners. People in some small African country without internet are somehow going to fucking find out about this.
“Hey playboy,” DeShawn comes up to me with a fucking grin, “You been holding out on us or what, man?”
Fucking Christ. These guys are going to pound the shit out of me.
They’re going to fucking think I’ve been staring at their cocks in the shower or some shit like that.
I mean, I know I’m not gay. I’m not attracted to these men. I’m like not drooling over DeShawn. It doesn’t matter that I think personally my body is ten times more attractive his. It’s just that I like women.
And men - sometimes.
I had one other experience with a dude back at Ole Miss. But that was after like 24 beers and with another brother in the frat. I never really took that as a sign of anything.
Now these guys are going to hate me.
Yeah, I know what you’re going to say.
I’m going to say ‘I’m Colt fucking Stackford and I can handle anything’ or some shit like that.
Because you're tired by now of what an arrogant fucking prick I am.
Fucking Christ, you’re not going to be far off.
I don’t say anything to DeShawn as he looks at me, and I’m not going to say anything to you either.
Because you’re fucking right. You’re absolutely 100% right.
I deserve whatever is going to happen to me.
What, they’re going to kick the shit out of me. I mean, Ethan’s the one that got the fucking handjob. I’m the one that gave it out.
I’m not ashamed. If given the opportunity I’d do it all over again. It unlocked something in me - something that I think I knew for the longest time - but still something that needed to be let go.
But these guys?
The ones that watch me strut and swagger and preen every fucking day.
The ones that read about how I fuck super models and actresses and see me with a different girl at each fucking event.
They’re going to fucking tear me to shreds.
Starting with DeShawn.
I sigh and get up off the chair that I was sitting on and sigh out loud.
“Look, DeShawn,” I begin. I don’t know where to fucking start, to be absolutely honest. For once in my entire life, I have nothing to say and don’t know what to do.
I’ve been hit with media blows before. Hell, you don’t become the most motherfucking badass payer in the NFL without some scandals.
But I always knew those scandals were making my rep in a way, you know?
Like fucking look at me, I just banged this hot piece of ass. Now another. Now another.
It didn't really matter to me what was happening to them because I was just doing whatever I wanted to. I was going for a ride and they were each getting their 15 minutes of fame.
At least that’s what I thought until the tables turned and now I’m being trampled on by the same fucking press.
I sigh again as DeShawn looks at me, waiting for me to complete my sentence.
“I don’t have any excuse for my actions man,” I say loud enough that the people around me can hear.
Every fucking eye is on me. I can fucking tell I’m under the microscope.
Add to that, Coach Karl comes out and he’s standing on the far end of the room.
It’s like the entire group now is using DeShawn to speak for them.
“I’m sorry,” I repeat. “I deserve whatever the fuck happens to me,” I say. Then I sign and run my hands through my hair. Those golden fucking locks that used to get the panties wet. “I’m a total fucking jackass, man.”
If you’re wondering why I’m apologizing man, then let me break it down for you.
These are my brothers.
I did something intimate with Ethan in the one place that we hold sacred. The arena where we perform. For it to be splashed on national television and the brand that we play under to be tarnished because of actions that I partook in is entirely worthy of a fucking apology.
I didn’t realize that before. But I do now. It’s just probably too late.
DeShawn looks at me for a long moment and I can tell he’s looking and evaluating what he’s going to fucking say to me. I wonder how he’s going to start screwing the knife in. I’ve never been a jackass to him - but I’ve never gone out of my way to be nice either.
Fuck.
After what seems like fucking forever, DeShawn sighs.
He looks towards the television. I look over too. I’m stroking Ethan’s cock with my hand.
Fuck. This. Shit.
“Man, change the fucking channel off if they just gonna be broadcasting garbage all day,” DeShawn says and walks over to the table and picks up the remote. He points it and changes the channel.
It’s the Nightly News. And I’m jerking Ethan off.
He switches it to MTV.
I’m jerking Ethan off.
He switches it to Cartoon Network.
You don’t even wanna fucking know.
Finally, DeShawn just turns the entire thing off.
He looks at me. “I used to think you’re a prick man,” he says. I remain silent. I can’t fight back. “Walking around here with that whole ‘Colt fucking Stackford’ shit. You’re an assbag!”
There are some nods around the room.
“But shit,” DeShawn continues. “You ain’t never been nothing but straight with us and you play your fucking heart out. So if you’re standing there and admitting you fucked up and you made a mistake by doing something in the locker room, I’m cool.”
Holy fuck. What is going on.
DeShawn sees the confusion in my face. “I don’t really care what you do and who you do it with, man,” he says. There are a number of people who nod and agree. “Just don’t get your cum on me, though.”
I can’t help but fucking laugh. A few others do too.
“And shit, you might be more famous now than before, if that’s even possible,” DeShawn says. “Everyone knows fucking Colt now.”
Fuck me. My hearts beating so fast in surprise I can’t ev
en fucking describe it.
They had me in probably the most vulnerable moment I have ever fucking been in my life. And they showed fucking mercy.
I could learn a lot from these guys. Like really learn a lot.
I could learn a lot from Ethan.
And Julianna.
DeShawn claps me on the back. “You going to sit down and eat, playboy, or you think we gotta pull out your chair now that you got two sex tapes out in public?”
There’s general laughter all around.
I grin and sit down with the boys.
They’re able to forgive and let go. After my apology about what happened in the locker room.
Thank God what happened with Juliana and Ethan hasn’t come out yet.
Julianna
Twenty-four.
That's how many hours it takes for AJ Ledoux to carry out his threat. Literally 24 hours from his SportsNation appearance, a video surfaces on the New of the Times website. What's it about? You really have to ask after everything that newspaper has done to us?
I'm sorry. I'm trying really hard to not be a bitch, but I think I can come across as one. More so now than normal, because, well, you know.
In case you didn't know what the video is for - it's a 30 second clip of Colt, Ethan, and I having sex in the Nailers Skybox. That's right - the night that I had them both. Someone somehow put in a spycam in the high rollers skybox and were able to capture our liaison in color. After everything I did to close the blinds and take precautions. Someone is always watching, no matter what, it seems.
