by Dark Angel
I cut him off before he can say anything more. This man is a cancer poisoning American football. And I’m going to cut him out of it.
“AJ,” I say and pause and people move their heads back and forth to see what the latest matchup will bring. “AJ you’re basing your statements here today on the words of Larry Summers, who worked for me for a grand total of one day,” I say out loud and there are murmurs. “And he was working for me at your behest,” I finish.
Now there are more murmurs and I smile.
All of a sudden, AJ looks sick.
“I know this, because Larry Summers told me point blank that you would be running with what he told you, and that he’d be telling you the sexual assault and coercion story. In fact, that you’re the one that came up with it yourself, back when the first tape came out of Julianna and I.”
AJ is frozen. People are starting to take his picture now. “He told me how you’ve had a stick up your ass about the first woman owner in the NFL since the day Julianna bought the damn team,” I continue. “And I’ve checked. Since Julianna bought the team, you’ve never had a good word to say about the Nailers – even when they’ve won. Now that’s ironic for newspaper based in the same city as the team, don't you think?”
AJ is shaking in his shoes at this point. Even from where I’m standing I can see beads of sweat start to form on his brow. I press on, “Larry Summers also told me that all I needed to do was go along with the story he was concocting with you about this and I’d have a spot on the Nailers forever, that none of this scandal would tarnish me, that people would keep me on long past after I’m done being the best.”
“Th-That’s a lie,” AJ tries to fight back and all of a sudden the tables are turned. As Colt would like to say, ‘the tables have fucking turned’.
“Actually, AJ, I think it’s not,” I say and people start to turn from me to look at AJ. “You’ve hated Julianna because she’s a woman. You’ve made comments about women in the past, calling them pigs, dogs, farm animals…”
“Only about the ugly ones,” AJ tries to defend himself and that’s when I know I’ve won the news conference.
“AJ, last year at the ESPY’s you completely ignored me,” Julianna pipes up, understanding where I'm going now.
“And AJ, you used to call me the golden child that you’d defend to your last breath when I played for the Devils, but all of a sudden I’m a sexual predator now?” Colt chimes in too.
AJ looks at me. Then he looks at the three of us.
See, by ourselves or individually, the world might try and tear us down. And they might very well succeed.
But when the three of us stand next to each other, when we’re shoulder to shoulder, there’s nothing in the world that can keep us down.
Colt gets that. Julianna understands that.
And now, I get that too.
AJ tries one last defense. He runs his hands through his hair and looks at us, and then focuses on me. “Maybe I was wrong about you, Ethan,” he says. “Maybe you’re not the victim, but part of a wider problem at the Nailers…”
“No, AJ,” I say, ready for this to be over. “I’m not. I think you’re the problem here with your conspiracy to destroy the team.”
AJ is shaking visibly now. People sitting next to him move away while others start training their cameras on him.
As if understanding that he’s walking a very slippery slope now, he turns red but manages to get one last sentence out, “You’re lying!”
I got to hand it to him – he put more effort and emphasis on that than I gave him credit for.
“Even if I was, AJ, I don’t care,” I say and AJ goes from looking terrified to confused. “And neither do they – the most important people in this.”
I point to the door. In walks the New York Nailers special team’s unit. All geared up. Following them is the offensive line. And the defensive line after that. All suited up in their pads and holding their helmets. With a grim expression towards the press.
All standing around the room, stoically showing support for their teammates. All declaring to the world that they didn’t care what we did in the privacy of our bedrooms, as long as we were good people.
That’s right. I did some advance planning. Think Colt could have pulled this off? This is classic Ethan Blake.
What? I like the guy, but let’s keep it manly, huh? I’m still gonna bust his chops whenever I can.
Don’t believe me?
“Ladies, and gentlemen,” I say. “Let me show you what I really want to do with Colt.”
For the first time in his life, Colt’s eyes open up in surprise as I grab his hand and pull him a few steps closer to me. I hold his face and bring mine closer and our lips meet as I kiss him.
He’s surprised. He should be. But in a moment, he relaxes and his mouth opens.
Our tongues dance as our eyes are closed.
I can hear clapping and applause from the room. I can hear whistles from my team. I can feel flashlights.
But for once, I don’t care.
It’s several moments later that we pull apart. I look over to Julianna, and she looks like she could take her clothes off and fuck right now. It’s not noticeable to anyone else - only to me.
I turn around to the audience.
And now for the metaphorical trump card, as they say. As if this wasn’t enough.
“And, AJ,” I say again and reach into my pocket, pulling out my phone and hitting play on the voice recorder and holding it to the microphone. Larry Summers’ voice comes on and I look out at the group as he speaks, “AJ has the whole thing planned out and there is an exit strategy for you, Ethan,” Larry says. “He doesn't want to take you down. Just that cunt bitch Julianna that thinks she can do a man’s job and own a team.”
The room explodes. Literally people are out of their seats.
AJ falls back to his seat and looks like he just got hit with a MAC truck. I hope he doesn’t have a heart attack or something. I want him to be alive for what’s coming next.
“Is Larry Summers still here?” I ask, trying to be heard over the commotion, but it looks like the guy has quietly left.
No one is listening to me. They’re swarming AJ.
There’s a momentary lull where Larry’s voice gets through over the microphone, “AJ thinks if you play along then that bitch’ll be out on the street having her pussy licked by the hobos in a week, tops. And you’ll have the entire contract to yourself once they kick Colt out too.”
Ever hear about pouring gasoline on a fire?
Yeah, that.
Only worse.
I take a moment to admire my handiwork and then look over at Julianna and Colt. She looks at me and smiles.
“Come on, guys,” she says to each of us and wraps her hands in ours. “Let’s go win a game.”
I don’t think the media folks even realize as we walk out the door, heading out into history.
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SportsNation Highlights.
Welcome to SportsNation Highlights - we're live and exclusive tonight from our Rockefeller Center studios and I'm your host - Traci Simister.
Ladies and gentlemen, I've been covering sports now for close to twenty years and for the last ten years with SportsNation. In all that time, I have never, ever, seen a day so riveting as today. With all the elements of an epic, today is one for the record books.
By now, unless you, the viewer have been trying to cut yourself off from modern American society for the last three months, you will have known about the travails of the New York Nailers in the NFL. All of that came to a head this evening as prior to the game, team owner Julianna Heaton hosted a press conference, inviting every major media outlet in the nation.
And just as quick as the press conference started, it appeared that it was moving into a witch hunt and Ms. Heaton's career as an owner in the league was numbered. In attendance was the NFL Commissioner Rob Horton himself.
We have complete coverage of the event on our webs
ite but let me just say that the 11th hour entrance of Colt Stackford and then Ethan Blake to not just defend Julianna but for the three of them to become one unit and beat back all accusations and detractors was amazing.
Is the pairing of three people into a love-unit unconventional? By most standards, it is. However, can anyone deny the love that these three human beings express for each other? I don't think anyone that watched the press conference would be able to.
Equally riveting was the counterpunches thrown by the trio at their detractors. Minutes after the conference was held at the New York Nailers’ stadium in East Rutherford, a task force of New Jersey and New York City police arrested AJ Ledoux on charges of lewd and lascivious conduct, invasion of privacy, extortion, and conspiracy to carry out defamatory acts. He is currently being held in the New York County jail in Manhattan without bail. Public opinion, once so strongly against the Nailers, has literally flipped overnight. In a matter of a few hours from when the world learned of AJ’s attempt to carry out the personal destruction of Ethan Blake, Colt Stackford and Julianna Heaton, the trio has seen their approval ratings skyrocket for the manner in which they defended themselves.
Never before in the history of sports, or the history of journalism has a story been so riveting and so compelling.
In almost a fitting first lap of their victory tour to crown the end of their personal troubles, the New York Nailers then went on to the game against the Boston Brats. Led by Colt and Ethan, the Nailers performed better on field than ever before in a historic game. That’s right, America. The New York Nailers are back. Another blowout and a definite nod to movement into the Playoffs with the Nailers' 72 - 18 win against the Brats.
But perhaps most compelling? The post-game, where not just Ethan Blake, but Colt Stackford embraced the same woman - Julianna Heaton - as they came to the side-lines.
Asked what their next steps were, SportsNation received this quote.
Cue to Julianna smiling on field with her arms intertwined with Ethan and Colt on either side of her.
"We're going back to my place to celebrate. And this time, if anyone wants to come watch us, they'll just have to buy the tape like everyone else."
Cut back to Tracie:
When pressed for comment, the spokeswoman for Julianna confirmed that the team owner was in fact joking and that no video recording was going to be made or released for public consumption.
And speaking as a woman, I can only say that I had hoped otherwise.
Camera change as Tracie is smiling:
However, I will say one final piece before we proceed with our show. Congratulations, Julianna. You truly are an inspiration to every ambitious woman who has ever wanted it all. We at SportsNation salute you.
Pause and new angle.
Well, coming up on our show, we'll have special guests who will analyze what the New York Nailers will face on their path to the Super Bowl, and if such a path will even be likely for a team that has a long road ahead to go Stay tuned, America.
Julianna
Sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, flooding the living room with the mellow orange light of the setting sun. I step out into the balcony and take a deep breath, my eyes taking in the sight of the sprawling concrete jungle under me - the crowded pavements, the never ending traffic, and the hustle and bustle of everyday Americans. It’s New York, my home. And here, looking down at the city, I can’t help but feel as the Queen of it all.
“It’s time for some fuckin’ celebration!” I hear Colt’s voice inside my living room and I turn around, looking as he strolls inside the apartment with Ethan by his side. We left the press conference together, but we didn’t take the limo - none of us wanted to wait for it, so I just hopped on my car, the two men following behind me on their sports cars, and raced across through NY’s traffic as fast as we could. After arriving, I left the door unlocked so that they wouldn’t have to knock. After all, we’re past trivial things like knocking and monogamy.
“Yes, this time I have to agree with Colt,” Ethan says, an ear-to-ear smile on his lips and an uncorked bottle of champagne in his hands. I smile back at them, still having a hard time believing that staunch rivals such as these have both turned into my willing lovers.
“A fucking celebration,” I purr, the word fucking drawling out of my mouth as I step into the apartment and walk towards them. “I like the sound of it.”
“I bet you do,” Colt smirks, taking the bottle out of Ethan’s hand and unwrapping the cork. He places his thumb over it and pushes, sending it flying through the air as the bubbly champagne gushes out of the bottle in a torrent. He throws his head back and takes an hearty swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “And we have a surprise for you.”
A surprise? I like surprises, yes I do, particularly if it comes from Ethan and Colt.
“Yes, there’s something we have to tell you,” Ethan says, smiling tenderly at me. “Me and Colt, we’ve talked and reached a decision. We’re both staying in the team… with you. Nobody can splits us up, not now.”
“How?” I merely ask. There’s nothing that I want more than having both of them stay in New York, but I can’t go against the league’s regulations and disregard the salary cap. Trust me, there’s nothing that I want more than having these two playing on the New York Nailers, but I just can’t do that. And don’t think I’m saying this because I’m fucking them - no, I’m saying it because they are the best players that I have ever seen and because I’m fucking them.
“We’ll take pay cuts,” Colt says, and I have to wait a full second to understand exactly what the meaning behind his words. Pay cuts? Are they forfeiting millions of dollars on wages so that they can stay with me? “Don’t look so surprised. Whatever it takes, we’ll be together. The three of us.”
I’m speechless, I really am. No words can express what I’m feeling right now. With them both playing for me I have a real shot at a winning championship, at securing my father’s dream… And more than, a shot at lasting happiness.
“I love you. I love you so damn much,” I tell them, grabbing the bottle of champagne and going around the couch. I sit down and place the bottle down on the center table. There’ll be time for drinking later. Now, as they said, it’s time for some fucking celebration.
Literally.
They sit next to me, Ethan on my right side and Colt on the left one. The memory of how everything started, right here on this couch, flashes through my mind. At the time, I was content enough fucking either Colt or Ethan - but now I know that perfection only happens when the three of us are together.
I’ve never been a sentimental kind of woman, but with them I can’t help but feel like an horny teenager all over again. I’m so crazy for them that I can’t even tell where love ends and where lust starts. And, to be honest, that works just fine.
Colt places his hand on my knee, sliding it up my leg and slowly lifting the hem of my dress. Just knowing what’s to come, I already feel an aching warmness between my thighs. I look towards Ethan and, placing two fingers under his chin, reel him in and press my mouth on his. He parts his lips, kissing me slowly as Colt massages my inner thighs with a gentle patience I didn’t know he was capable of.
I rock my hips slightly, eager to feel Colt’s fingers on me; he doesn’t wait any longer, flattening the palm of his hand over my black lace thong and rubbing my pussy with his long fingers. I let desire fly up from my loins all the way up to my brain, frying all traces of decency inside of it, and I start kissing Ethan ardently, my tongue lashing out inside his mouth and wrestling with his.
Letting go for just a few seconds, Colt pushes the folds of my dress up to my waist, bunching it up over my stomach, and grabs at my thong with both his hands. I lift my ass up from the couch as he pulls on the fabric, sliding it down my legs in a teasing way. God, just sitting here half-naked with these two is almost enough to make me come.
As Colt takes care of my underwear, Ethan takes his hands to my
back and unzips my dress, baring my skin there; I lift my arms up in the air, allowing him to push the dress out off of me. He unhooks my lace bra after that, pushing its straps down my shoulders and throwing it to the floor. My hard nipples almost buzz with contentment, the air in the room caressing the naked tips of my breasts with care.
I pull back from Ethan’s kiss and let a barely audible moan escape my lips as Colt brushes a fingertip over my labia, my wet folds burning up with desire. I grab at Ethan’s hair and push his head down, his lips flying straight to my neck and nibbling at the tender and smooth skin there. With my head thrown back against the couch, I close my eyes as the two men I love delight themselves with my body.
It took me a while to see that what I felt for them went beyond the physical. It is something far more powerful, something untamable, wild and free. You might call it love, but what the three of us have goes far beyond that. I know that while some people will admire me, others will call what we sin and perversion - but, in all honesty, all of those people can go fuck themselves.
If you ask me, they’re just jealous.
Colt stops that train of thought easily, pressing his thumb over my clit and slowly mounting up the pressure. I start swaying my hips as I run my small fingers through Ethan’s hair, jumbling it and pulling at stray brown locks.
My heart is beating fast and incessantly and, even though I can’t know it for sure, I’m willing to bet that it’s beating in unison with their own hearts. We are in sync, the three of us. You have no idea how good sex can be when this happens.
Blindly, I look for Ethan’s crotch - I place my hand on his leg and let it slide upwards until I find the bulging between his legs. I trace its contour with my index finger and then press my hand down on it. In my small hands, his cock seems impossibly big. Well, maybe that’s because it really is that big. These two are simply a force of nature, their cocks like massive tree trunks.
With hurried movements, I grab at his belt, unclasping it and pushing it out of his waist. Still using only one hand, I unbutton his pants and then curl my fingers around his cock, over the fabric of his boxer briefs. I grab it hard, stroking him so fast I can’t help but picture him pounding him with the same ferocity. Just thinking of that makes me even wetter - and trust me, I have no idea how’s that even possible.
