Sidelined

“They’ve got a special surprise for you.” He waggled his eyebrows. “But I can’t say what.”

“Really?” I finished off the beer.

One of my linemen walked over. “Dude, this is epic.” There was a brunette wearing a sheer bra and panties wrapped around him.

“I can see that.” I eyed her tits, which were basically exposed. She batted her eyelashes at me.

“So where’s my gift?” If Bruno had this girl, I could only imagine what they had lined up for me.

Sam Hickson strolled over. He was by far the best tight end I had ever played with. And he had become the unnamed spokesman for this year’s rookie class. I liked the guy. He was solid on the field and didn’t let his personal shit interfere with the game.

He tossed me my second beer. “We’ve got a space waiting for you.”

My eyebrows rose. “You do?”

“Come on, man.” He led me through the girls and the impromptu dance floor that had just started.

Sam opened the French doors to the balcony, and I grinned when I saw what he had in store.

“You like it?” he asked.

I walked toward the table and sat in one of the velvet chairs. “What’s the buy in?”

“We thought fifty K would be a good start.”

I felt the surge of adrenaline shoot through me. I felt the chips roll through my fingers before I stacked them back in place.

“Who’s playing?” I asked.

“Me and a few of the other guys.” Sam sat next to me. Soon the table was full.

One of the guys, I didn’t even know his name, pulled out a box of Cubans and placed them on the table.”

“Nice.” I smiled, lighting one.

The doors opened, and a waitress appeared with a bottle of scotch and five glasses. She leaned in front of me, wafting her perfume in front of my nose, along with a good look at her nipples. She smiled at me while she poured my drink. I slapped her on the ass as she turned back for the suite.

I looked around the table. “You bastards have managed to not fuck up the DEAN. Good job.” I took a puff of the cigar and looked at the cards in my hand.

Sam tried to put on a poker face before we started. “And the night’s not even over.”

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sp; I laughed. “Yeah, it better not be.”

I loved poker. I loved money. I loved expensive scotch and cigars. But I also loved to fuck, and this night wasn’t going to end without me taking one of these girls to the master suite. I leaned back in my chair like a king. Yeah, this was turning out to be one hell of a night.

I didn’t check the time, but after I raked in another fifty thousand, I was ready for the second half of my gift. The girl who kept bringing me drinks eyed me like a lollipop she was ready to suck each time she came to the table.

“Well, fellas, you think you’re ready to call it?” I looked at the group.

They nodded. “Yeah, I don’t get a bonus until we win the next game so I’m out.”

“All right.” I pushed back from the table.

Sam stood up. “Why don’t you head to the master suite?”

I kicked back the scotch, and twisted the end of my cigar in the dish. “See you boys later.”