Taken (Dark Desires 1)

I glanced at Coach Rickets, who was standing on the field with Denzell Lockett, the star running back from USC the team had drafted to back me up. Lockett was six years younger than me and almost as fast. He was also hungry. He’d made no bones about the fact that he wanted my spot and if I didn’t straighten up, he’d probably get it.

I gave the coach a smile and stuck a thumb in the air. “Bad seafood,” I said. “I’ll be all right in a minute.”

Coach glared at me and shook his head.

Locket gave me a smile. Fucker.

I held out a hand to Leon and he pulled me up like a rag doll.

Dusting off my hands, I asked, “Has Coach said anything about putting Lockett in over me?”

Leon tugged his helmet down over his head and snapped the strap under his chin. He gave me a serious look. “Like I said, man, you gotta grow up sometime. And now would be a good time to start.”

Kate

I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my shabby little loft apartment, modeling a black miniskirt and red halter top. My long red hair was pinned up in a messy bun atop my head. I wobbled a little. I was doing my best to keep my balance in a pair of four-inch stiletto heels I’d bought on a whim years ago, but had never worn.

“How do women walk in these things?” I asked.

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?Very carefully,” Dru answered with a smirk. “They do make your legs look amazing.”

She was sitting cross-legged on my bed smoking a joint, supposedly here to help me pick out the perfect outfit to wear to convince Sean Donovan to talk with me.

I really think she just wanted to see me naked, which was fine. I wasn’t shy about my body and I found her attention flattering, even though I couldn’t imagine myself ever having sex with a woman. Heck, I’d barely had sex with men. I’d slept with two guys in college and one since moving to New York. My vagina had more cobwebs than a haunted house.

I invited Dru to come home with me during our lunch hour because I needed someone else’s opinion because I had no idea how to dress to seduce a man into giving me an interview; or anything else for that matter.

She eyed my long legs and ample cleavage. “You’ve got a rocking body, girl. And you look hot as hell,” she said, licking her lips. “But you also kind of look like a prostitute.”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Thanks.” I glanced in the mirror. She was right. I looked like a hooker. My ass was practically hanging out from beneath the skirt and my big tits looked like they had been squeezed into the top; which they had.

I blew out a long breath and kicked off the shoes, which were killing my feet. I sighed. “Maybe a lesbian and a tomboy are not the best judges of what a man finds sexy,” I said.

“You want sexy, but professional,” Dru said. She took out her phone and fiddled with it for a moment. “Look at these pictures of Trump’s daughter. She doesn’t have your tits and ass, but she dresses professional and I think she’s sexy as fuck.”

I looked through the images of Ivanka Trump. I said, “She’s sexy in a very classy way.”

“Exactly.” Dru said. She looked at the pictures again and sighed. “Man, I’d munch her rug till my teeth fell out.”

“You’re horrible,” I said with a giggle. “So maybe I go for Ivanka Trump with a little bad girl cleavage.”

“Sounds perfect,” Dru said. She glanced at my meager closet. “Do you have anything like that?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Let me look.”

I tore off the tight halter top and shimmied out of the mini skirt. When my tits bounced free I heard Dru playfully moan. I ignored her and pushed through the racks until I found the dress that I’d worn to an awards dinner once. It was a red dress cut midway above the knee, with a wide black belt, and buttoned up the front.

I stepped into the dress and tugged it over my bubble butt and up my shoulders. I button the front, but left the three top buttons open. I put my hands on the sides of my tits and mashed them together. With my tits in a pushup bra, it might just do the trick. I slipped on the stilettos to finish the outfit. The stilettos were uncomfortable as hell, but Dru was right: they made my legs look amazing.

“What do you think?” I asked with my hands on my hips, turning from side to side.

“I think that’s the one,” Dru said, giving me a thumbs-up. “Wedge your big tits in a bra for cleavage, put on some red lipstick and he won’t be able to resist you.”

“That’s what I’m counting on,” I said with a smile. “Now, if I can just learn to walk in these shoes, I’ll be all set.”

Kate