by Alice Ward
I shoved my phone deep into my front pocket and headed out the door. “Meet ya there,” I yelled out to Frank and Luke. Now off for the action a true Beast craved, women and booze.
My black Porsche was easily recognized as I pulled up to Home Plate. The two boys at the valet counter were pushing each other to get to my driver’s side door. “Easy, boys,” I said with a chuckle.
“Mr. Newman, it’s good to see you again,” the scrawny redhead greeted me.
“Thanks, kid.” I slid out of my seat, motioning for him to take my place. “Take it easy on ‘er,” I warned playfully, but was dead serious. Don’t fuck with my car, my hair, or my game.
The doors were held open for me, and I walked into the place like royalty waltzing into his castle. Ahh, it was good to be back in New York, at this bar, surrounded by fans, although my off-season months spent in Hawaii were quite relaxing. The smell here was so familiar, so soothing. Stale beer that had been spilled on the floor, grease from the kitchen with the aroma of garlic and onion wafting through the air, and ahhhh… cheap perfume. I love cheap perfume. Where there is cheap perfume, there are cheap women.
Some young dingleberry was sitting at my table. He was tall, lanky, and what I would consider scrawny. I walked up the two small steps to my area and slid into the booth. “How ya doin’?” I asked with a quick smile.
His face turned pale, and his eyes locked onto mine like a deer in headlights. “You okay?” I asked with a chuckle.
“You’re Ace Newman,” he said finally.
“Yup, and you… are at my table.”
“Oh, man, I’m sorry…” he slid from the booth, nearly leaping to his feet.
“I’m just fuckin with ya, kid. Have a seat, I’ll buy ya a drink.”
He slid back in and smiled from ear to ear. You would’ve thought I just told the kid I was buying him a pony. “What’s your name, kid?” I asked.
“Chase Long, sir.”
Sir? Am I his dad?
“You play ball, Chase Long?”
“I do. I play first base for the Columbus Clippers.” His pride beamed from his face.
“Wow, a triple-A league. Not bad, kid.”
He was young, maybe lucky to be twenty-one, but had a face of a fifteen-year-old boy. “Yes, sir.”
“Drop the sir. I’m not that old.” I waved my arm in the air as one of the waitresses passed by. “You’re a long way from home, kid.”
“No, sir… I mean, Ace. This is my home. I’m visiting my mom.”
“Your mom works here at Home Plate?” I couldn’t resist the sarcasm that seemed to ooze from my lips.
He laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. “No.” He shrugged.
“Ahh, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.” I spilled a little charm onto the new waitress, reading the name tag pinned to her overly full chest. “Belinda, is it?”
“Yes, what can I get you?” she asked coldly.
Her dark green eyes stared right through me, and her tone bit me with a tight clamp right on my dick. “Four Patróns, two beers, and keep ‘em coming.” I used my sweetest tone to chisel away some of the icicles hanging from her tits.
She nodded and walked away without making eye contact. Wow, that long red hair was enough of a turn on, but her attitude was driving me wild.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, at first making me think this chick really did get me going. I pulled it out and saw my sister’s name on the screen. Not now. I hit ignore and pushed it back into my pocket.
“That your girlfriend?” Chase asked like it was any of his business. I smirked, growled a little and ignored his question with the same enthusiasm I used when ignoring my sister’s call.
My mind flashed to Holly for some fucking reason, but I quickly shook it off. I didn’t do girlfriends, no matter how sweet she tasted. Or how much she made me laugh. Or how much she listened, really caring about what I had to say.
I shook my head again. Why the fuck was I thinking about her? We both knew we only hooked up to fuck when she was in town. Maybe talk a little, hang out. But that was it.
Just because I’d fucked her more than once didn’t mean anything. And just because I let her stay with me rather than get a hotel room just meant I was a generous man. No need to panic. Dammit. It didn’t mean anything.
So why was I protesting so much?
I was still pondering that question when Belinda finally returned with our drinks and slid them on the table, her chest in my face. A very nice distraction from where my fucking mind was wanting me to go.
I eyed her generous cleavage just inches from my fingers. For someone who wasn’t interested, she certainly liked to tease. I knew this game. Hell, I was pretty sure I invented this game. She wanted it, but she wanted to make me work for it. We’ll see who has the harder job by the end of the night, and you can guarantee it won’t be me.
“Thank you,” I said with little interest in my tone. I avoided eye contact and slid two shots and one beer towards Chase. I wasn’t even sure if she was still standing there or if she had walked away when I lifted my glass to make my toast. “To nipples, without them, tits would have no point,” I boomed and then raised the glass to my lips and felt the liquor slide down my throat.
Chase choked a little on his drink. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was young, so very young.
“Hey, wild man!” Frank called out as he slid into the booth next to me. Luke stood there for a moment like he didn’t know what to do. He looked around and seemed a little lost.
“Have a seat,” I suggested with a nod towards the empty chair across the table.
Luke slid in and immediately introduced himself to Chase. Good fucking lord; they had to be around the same age, young fuckers.
Belinda popped back up without having to be waved down this time. She was a little more cheerful this time too, and after getting the new drink orders, she leaned in towards me and asked softly if I needed anything else.
Oh yeah, I do, darling, but I’ll show ya later.
She was going to be easier than I thought. Hell, one ignored glance and a cold thank you, and this chick was ready to drop her panties.
Luke was going on and on about Chase to Frank. Apparently, he knew who he was and even appeared to idolize him. “He’s one of the toughest hitters in the league,” Luke boasted.
The information didn’t impress me much; it was still the minors. “They say he’ll be the next Ace Newman,” Luke continued. Now he had my attention.
“You can’t have a next Ace Newman if the original is still standing,” I snipped.
“Our day’s coming soon,” Frank said and slapped me on the back good-naturedly. Maybe his day, but I had plenty of time left in this game. In fact, I had as much time as I wanted, I would leave when I was good and damn well ready, and not a moment before.
“I believe I’m just about ready to peak,” I smirked and slid the other shot down my throat.
Frank chuckled, but he quickly pulled himself together when I shot him a glance. I was in my thirties, not early, not mid, but now pushing the tail end and I knew that most players were worn out by then, but not me. I’m still going strong.
“I hope I’m going as strong as you in my forties,” Luke said.
“Whoa there, boy, I’m not in my forties,” I snapped, nearly crushing the glass in my hand. “You better slow your roll.”
His face turned red with embarrassment, as it should for making such a preposterous assumption. “I’m so sorry.” He obviously felt bad.
“Don’t sweat it.” I turned and waved down Belinda.
The redhead made it to the table and took my order. I bought a round of shots for the table, two for me of course, and ordered some snacks since we worked so hard on the field all day. She leaned over the table, letting me get another perfect glimpse of her smooth full chest. Her eyes lingered on mine, and her tongue glided across her lips as she wrote down my order. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered.
My phone vibrated again
. I pulled it out, and my cock twitched, my balls tightening at the name on the screen. It was like I’d conjured her just by thinking of her earlier.
Holly: Hey, I’ll be in town soon. Wanna hook up? ;-)
I read the text and felt a strange sensation in my gut. Happiness. Then something else. It was like guilt, but I had nothing to be guilty about. We weren’t exclusive. I wasn’t even sure what we were, even though I was pretty sure she might be open for more.
Frank was peeking over my shoulder and grinning. I pulled my phone away from his prying eyes and motioned for Frank to let me out of the booth. “Get the fuck outta my seat,” I growled. Frank followed my instructions, and I pushed at his thick shoulders to stuff him back in before walking into the men’s room to text her a quick message back.
Me: Yep. Let me know the dates.
I washed my hands and made my way back to the booth just as Belinda arrived with the drinks. I pushed Frank over into the center and took my spot at the end of the booth where I had been sitting and slid in beside him. I needed my freedom to play with the waitresses, especially this new one, Belinda, with fire red hair and an alley cat attitude.
I slid my hand up her leg, and she didn’t flinch. Her eyes lingered on mine as my fingers moved dangerously close to the heat source between her thighs.
“You need anything else?” she asked sweetly while my fingers gripped her soft flesh.
“I’m gonna need your panties,” I purred while my eyes fucked her into a trance.
She grinned and leaned down, her lips close to my ear. “I’m not wearing any.”
She moved away, and my fingers felt so empty, so cold without the heat of her pussy to warm them. My mind raced with images of all the sweet pussies I’d played with in my lifetime, and a slow smirk spread across my face.
Luke was blushing and laughing as he sipped on his beer, almost snorting it into his nose. “You’re just like I imagined.”
I knew my reputation preceded me, so I didn’t even ask him to clarify what he imagined.
Two blondes bounced up the steps to our table and stood there with stupid grins on their faces. The tall one wore a short skirt, so short I could almost smell her sex, while the shorter one wore long jeans, a baggy sweater, and boots. She looked like the typical February New Yorker. Damn, I couldn’t wait to get to Florida to see more skin.
“Can we get your autographs?” the short one asked, directing her question to Luke.
He blushed and shrugged as she handed him a pen and an autograph book that looked like a fifth grader’s. The tall one with the short skirt was staring at me with a nervous smile. I watched as her tongue slid quickly back and forth along her bottom lip, and she shifted her weight from side to side.
“You want an autograph too, darling?” I asked.
“I don’t have an autograph book,” she said with a strong southern drawl.
I reached over and took the pen from Luke’s hand before he could hand it back to Ms. Cover-up.
“I don’t sign books.” I reached for her hand and guided her towards me before spinning her around. I touched her leg; her flesh was so soft that it made my dick take notice. She jumped a little and then giggled as my fingers pushed up the edge of her skirt. The round, full ass cheek that was exposed looked so tender that I could have taken a bite right out of it. “Can I sign this beautiful ass?”
She giggled again, and I believe I heard yes in there somewhere.
“You may have to bend over for me so I can write.” I waved the pen playfully.
Oh hell, when she bent over, and her skirt lifted higher it was like a light shining down from heaven. Her legs were pushed tightly together, but the sweet little pussy popping through her thighs was covered with red silk. I situated the pen on her ass cheek and slid her panties over to make room. I snuck a quick peek at her pink flesh as I adjusted the material. Her lips were plump and firm, and long, loose hairs grew from them randomly. I wondered if she was a virgin.
My pen slid quickly over her flesh, scrawling out my first name, and as she turned around and smiled at me, I couldn’t help but ask, “You wanna sit with us and have a drink, darlin’? If you’re old enough, that is.”
Her chin lifted. “I’m twenty-two, so yes, I’d love a drink.” Her eyes lit up, and she quickly slid into the booth next to me, while her friend took the chair next to Luke. It was obvious her friend was already enamored with our new pitcher, which was fine with me. Without her friend to object, my hand was already between the girl’s legs, working their way slowly past her thighs.
Luke was gushing over the little blonde sitting next to him, and Frank had started questioning Chase on his background. My fingers slid higher between her legs and eventually reached the red silk material I was so fond of when she bent over. She was hot, like steaming hot, and my fingers instantly warmed as they teased her delicate skin through the material.
“Compliments of the chef,” Belinda snarled as she set down two large platters of appetizers.
Her face was red, almost as red as her hair as she looked, seeing that my hand had disappeared somewhere under the blonde’s skirt.
“Thank you, they look delicious.” I smiled and reached for one of the chicken wings.
The guys tore into the food, not even acknowledging the tension that fell across the table. “Is there anything I can get you?” Her tone was cold and irritated. Oh yeah, we’re back to that now.
Man, I had a way of turning women on and off like light switches. I had to admit it amused me to see her so twisted after the ice queen performance she’d given earlier. “Another round,” I drawled, locking my eyes onto hers. She seemed to warm up a bit, even though it was obvious she hadn’t wanted to. Her lips curled into a smile that she tried to fight off, and her eyes danced at my attention.
She quickly turned her head and walked towards the bar. The blonde was pressing up beside me, her hand resting on my knee as her big baby blues batted in my direction. “What’s it like being a baseball player?” she asked.
I laughed as my eyes fell to Frank. “You wanna field this one?”
“Well, for the rest of us, it’s a lot of hard work, discipline, long hours, and fear of being traded at a moment’s notice. For old Ace over here, well, I have no fucking idea what it’s like to be him.”
He grinned and reached across the table for a chicken wing. I was itching to knock it out of his hand for using that word again, but before I could react he was shoving it into his thick lips.
The blonde giggled and scooted even closer to me. Belinda brought the drinks, her eyes cold again. She left without speaking and stood at the end of the bar with one foot kicked back behind her, twitching sporadically. Yeah, she wants me bad!
“Excuse me, darlin’,” I said to the blonde and pushed gently to get her to let me out of the booth. I walked to the bar, leaned onto the thick wood and let my smile speak for me until I was standing toe-to-toe with Belinda.
“Have I upset you in some way?” With a flick of my hand, I motioned for the bartender. “Two Patróns please.”
“Your drinks are on the table,” Belinda snapped.
“Yes, I see ‘em. So, have I?”
Her face was turning a delicious shade of pink even as her lips curled into a sarcastic smile. “Shouldn’t you get back to your daughter?”
“Ouch.” Damn, that stung.
I took the two shots the bartender delivered and handed one to Belinda. “I can’t drink that,” she hissed.
“Why not?”
“I’m working.” She rolled her eyes, but I noticed her breathing was becoming unsteady.
“I’m sure this wouldn’t be the first time you broke a rule.”
My balls tightened as I could see her warming up to my charms once again. Her eyes were heavy and her mouth parted, she wanted me, and there was no denying it, even if she wanted to. She lifted the glass to her lips.
“Wait a second.” I stopped her from sipping the liquor. “You have to have a toast.”
She stopped and waited for me to come up with some words of wisdom or inspirational quote before she continued her drink. “Here’s to panties, not the best thing in the world, but damn close to it,” I boasted and then lifted my glass to hers. She grew even more pink but drank to the crass toast, just as I knew she would. As her lips were covered in the deliciously smooth tequila, I wanted nothing more than to be her tongue gliding across them.
“You’re bad,” she teased.
“You have no idea,” I warned. “Think you could get a break?” I looked over her shoulder towards the back room.
Her eyes went wild with curiosity and excitement. “Why?”
I chuckled deep in my chest and leaned closer, watching her watch me lick my bottom lip. I smiled when her nipples hardened, the tiny points pushing through the thin material of her uniform. No bra, nice!
“C’mon,” I whispered and gripped her hand. I guided her to the back of the club, past the kitchen doors, and up the three small stairs that led to the owner’s office.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as I opened the door and guided her inside with my body hard against hers.
“What do you want me to do?”
My hands were on her ass, but I didn’t go any further. Instead, I waited for that sweet moment of consent.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I smiled and pulled up her skirt. I knew she wasn’t wearing panties, and my tongue was about to thank her personally for such easy access to her warm pussy.
“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” she giggled as her skirt made it past her beautifully smooth ass cheeks.
“Oh no,” I assured her. I ducked my head and glided my tongue between her soft mounds, searching for an easy entry into the material. The dress was tight. With her large breasts, too tight.
Her arguments were gone, and all that was left was heavy breathing and moans. I moved her to the desk, her ass against the wood, and I lifted her just enough to let her body rest on the edge. Her legs were open, her skirt around her waist, giving me the first glimpse of that beautiful pink pussy. Fire red hairs were neatly groomed in a tiny patch above her engorged clit. Her lips were thin and long, spread out like wings against her thighs, gleaming with her slick arousal.
