Page 8 of Teasing the Winger

After celebrating on the field, I head to the locker room with my team to have our debriefing with Coach. Thankfully, I stop thinking about the koala, that is until I’m walking down the hall and hear singing coming from the mascot changing room. An alluring baritone voice flutters out the door, causing my feet to stop and take in the beautiful singing.

“Kerrington can dance and sing,” BooBoo notes, startling me which makes my heart race.

“When did you start walking so quietly?” I chastise him and he has the audacity to laugh.

“I didn’t, your head was just too far in the clouds as you got lost in the voice of our new Koala,” he replies.

I roll my eyes. “I’m tired. It has nothing to do with the new mascot.”

BooBoo pats me on the shoulder. “Sure thing.” His tone tells me he doesn’t actually believe me, but I’m not going to stand here and argue with him further.

“Are you going to Whiley’s party?” I ask, walking away from the hypnotizing voice of the new mascot, whoever they are.

“Obviously,” BooBoo tells me with a toothy grin. “What kind of party animal would I be if I stayed home?”

I chuckle. BooBoo got his nickname at a party his first weekend at GSU last year. He was beyond drunk, even though he was only eighteen, but that isn’t abnormal at a college party. He smashed his leg into a coffee table and immediately fell to the ground, clutching the limb to his chest, asking everyone around him to kiss his booboo better. The nickname stuck instantly. I’m pretty sure he’ll never live it down, but that doesn’t seem to upset him. In fact, I’m pretty sure he secretly loves the nickname because it’s so unique. A lot better than Robert Hetterton, his real name. It’s also much better than how I got my nickname, but no one really knows that story anymore, and that makes me happy.

“Make sure to keep it tame,” I remind him like I do every time there’s a party. “You’re still underage. The last thing we need is you getting benched because you were being an idiot.”

BooBoo is one of our best players. It would totally fuck things up if he couldn’t play.

“Yes, Dad,” he grumbles.

I get that being young sucks, and he just wants to fit in, but you don’t need to get drunk to do that. At least, I never did. But I’m not him, and I don’t know what it’s like inside his head, so I keep my mouth shut. We’ve already had a conversation about him staying sober, so if he wants to risk it, it’s up to him.

“Are you coming?” he checks, and I shake my head.

“My roommates planned a movie night to help cheer up, Sasha, who hasn’t had the best of luck the past couple of weeks,” I explain.

He nods in understanding. “It’s good to have your friend’s backs when you can.”

When we get to the parking lot, we head in opposite directions, and I don’t take any detours on my way home, hoping I’m not the last person to arrive.

“Sasha here yet?” I check when I enter the apartment.

“Not yet,” Monster informs me. “Apparently, he landed himself a new job, but he won’t tell me what it is.” He pauses with furrowed brows. “You don’t think he’s stripping, do you?”

“Would it be a problem if he was?” I check, tilting my head to the side.

Monster presses his lips together obviously thinking it over before shaking his head. “I guess not. I just don’t want to see him getting hurt. He’s a good guy.”

I smile at how caring my giant friend is. You’d think that a man his size would be an intimidating menace, but he’s totally a softy.

“Sasha can take care of himself,” I remind him.

“I’m aware of that, but I also have gotten to know Sasha pretty well over the last year, and he doesn’t always think things through. What if he started stripping because he knows he’s an amazing dancer but didn’t think about the clientele he would be serving?”

“Maybe he got hired at the high-end 2SLGBTQIA+ night club on the outskirts of town. It’s a members only club, and they do intensive background checks. At least, that’s what I heard. Also, everyone that works there has to sign NDAs. Maybe that’s why he can’t talk about it,” I supply, not really thinking that Sasha got a job as a stripper, but if he did, Waterfalls would definitely be a place suited for him.

“Isn’t that a sex club?” Monster questions, and I laugh at how wide his eyes have gotten.

“Yes, but that’s not all it is. You can just go there to dance and have a good time like any nightclub, or you can take in a strip tease on one of the stages. There’s also areas where people put on full nudity shows if you know what I’m saying,” I tell him and wink at the end.

He gasps. “You mean people have sex on stage?”

“Yes, and others masturbate to it in the audience,” I add. “But if you don’t want to participate in something like that, you don’t have to. All the areas of the club are separate.”

“Why did you sign up for a club like that if you’re demisexual?” he asks without any judgment in his tone, just pure curiosity.

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