Dirty Professor

“Boy,” she said, wincing. “That’s why he can’t just suck my nipple. He has to chew on it like a damn mouthpiece.” She stuck out her free hand for me to shake. “Monique Broyles. Soon to be Monique Lewis.”

“Oh, are you marrying someone on the team?” I asked, shaking her hand. I wasn’t just asking to be nice. A story was forming in my mind. Football baby mamas…

“I’m marrying Leon Lewis, number 10” she said, nodding at a very large black man who was looking our way. “This is our third son, Leon Junior.”

“Wow, congratulations,” I said.

“Congratulations on having three kids with him or on finally convincing his big ass to marry me?”

I blinked at her. “Uh, congrats on both, I guess?”

“Thanks.” She rocked the baby and eyed me for a moment, as if she was assessing if I were friend or foe. “Are you really doing an interview? Or are you just looking to add Sean to your fuck-it list?”

“I’m sorry, my what…?

“Your fuck-it list,” she said, giving me a snarky look. “You know, the list of famous men you wanna fuck?”

I started to stammer. “Um, well, see, I don’t have a fuck-it list.” I gave her a goofy smile. “Should I?”

“I did, and look where it got me,” she said, giggling. “Look, honey, it’s none of my business what you do, but Sean Donovan has enough women crawling up his leg to get to that big old cock of his. Sean’s a good guy and Leon’s best friend, but if he’s not careful, his fucking and partying is gonna get him kicked off the team.”

My mental note-taker kicked into high gear. I took on a concerned look and asked, “So, he parties a little too much and it’s affecting his game?”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Does Oprah e

at too much bread?” she asked. “That boy is out every night at the clubs, drinking, smoking dope, doing coke. He goes home with a different woman every night. It’s a wonder he ain’t done died of AIDS or OD’s or something.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Wow, I had no idea it was that bad…”

“That ain’t the half of it, honey.” She leaned in and lowered her voice. “You did not hear this from me, but if Sean doesn’t straighten his ass out and do it quick, they’re gonna give Denzel Lockett his spot and trade Sean off to Minnesota or someplace.”

“How do you know that?” I asked, hoping she would agree to be a quoted source in the article that I was already writing in my head.

“Like I said, Leon is Sean’s best friend and he tries to look out for Sean. The coach told Leon that Sean’s job was on the line, hoping Leon could get him to straighten up.”

“So, if Sean Donovan doesn’t stop partying and sleeping around…”

“He’ll be freezing his long cock off in Minnesota before the season even starts,” she said, giving me a definite nod. She put a finger to her lips. “But you did not hear that from me.”

Kate

Katie Holmes was almost busted!

I was waiting at the back gate for Sean to appear when I saw Madge Sinclair, his PR rep, pulling into the lot. I knew if Madge spotted me, my little ruse would be over and my chances of getting to know Sean better would be gone.

I mean, my chance to do the exposé on him…

Not get to know him better…

Fuck…

Whatever!

I ducked quickly ducked behind a black Cadillac Escalade and held my breath until she passed. I peered around the back of the SUV just in time to see her talking to Sean, who had emerged from the clubhouse carrying his workout bag. They hugged and chatted for a moment, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

Shit, if he told her he had an interview lined up she’d want to tag along. Or she would kill the interview outright.

I listened to my heart beating in my ears as I spied on them. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, they hugged again and Madge walked on into the team offices while Sean headed my way.