Page 2 of The Power Play

“Guys, I’ll be back in a few, and then you can tell me what you’re hoping to see from me tonight.” I pause the room with a wink while I switch over to the private room.

It takes around thirty seconds to load, and I readjust myself, making sure my boobs are pushed up and paste a smile on my face for him to see right away.

“Hey handsome,” I greet as his video loads before revealing Charles sitting how he usually does, leaning back against a headboard, showing only his bare chest and the top of his waistband.

“Hey pretty girl,” his voice is so deep and it’s embarrassing how those three words make me shiver.

“Did hearing me talk about hockey get you all hot and bothered?” I tease.

He chuckles, “Something like that. Sometimes I just can’t help but steal you away to keep you for myself.”

“Well, you know you’re welcome to do that whenever you want,” I flirt. “What are you wanting tonight?”

“I had something else in mind, but now I think I need to hear about what you are planning for those hockey shows,” he rests his large hand on his chest like he’s getting comfortable, and Ican’t help but watch the movement. I’ve never been so tempted to touch someone over cam as I am when it comes to him.

I shake my head subtly to pull my thoughts away from one of the many fantasies I’ve conjured up over the years that include Charles. “I haven’t fully planned it out yet, but what are you wanting to know?”

“Anything, I need to know what I’ll be rooting for when I watch.”

“Hm, well I’ll probably have a list of things that will change with each game. For the first one, I’m thinking that each time the Dragons score I’ll take off a piece of clothing,” I tease the strap on my shoulder, pulling it down slightly but not removing it. “And if a Dragon player gets a penalty, I’ll probably get a punishment, I’m thinking with one of my paddles.”

“You know you’ll have to do that a lot because of McQuaid.”

“Oh, youarea fan then?”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

I give him a skeptical look because it sounds like he wants to say more, but I let it go. “I know that if any of the Dragons players get a hat trick then it immediately leads to the finale, and I get to make myself come, ” I tell him with a wink.

“There better be a lot of hat tricks this season,” he says, and even though I can’t see his face I can tell he’s smiling.

“If you ever talk to any of them you better tell them that.”

“I will track the team down to make sure I tell them.”

2

After my show is over for the night, I pick up the toys I used and bring them to the bathroom to clean. I also immediately take off my wig and mask to hop in the shower and change into my comfy oversized clothing.

Once I complete my post show checklist of cleaning my toys, putting them back where they go and resetting my room, I crawl into bed, looking at my phone. There are a few messages on Lacey’s social media that I’m going to ignore until tomorrow. There are also some texts from Chandler that I don’t ignore.

Chandler: We are going to the first home game of the season next week.

Audrey: Is that a question or…?

Chandler: You never have a choice with me when it comes to hockey, you know this.

Audrey: I never want one. Of course we are going. Do we have to sit with the WAGs?

Last year when Chandler first started dating her three boyfriends we sat with the wives and girlfriends during one game and learned they were not super welcoming to us. I know those are the tickets the players get without paying, but I prefer sitting by the glass. It’s closer to the action and more fun.

Chandler: I’ll convince them that we need better tickets *wink emoji*

Audrey: You better. Remember that thing I told you to try with your tongue. Life. Changer.

Chandler: You still have yet to tell me if you tried that tip on Mann *side eye emoji*

I groan, not wanting to talk about the disaster she’s referring to. I thought I had a crush on one of the Dragon’s players, Charlie Mann. Chandler and one of her boyfriends, Vince, decided to help set me up with said player. Then, said player stood me up on the night that was supposed to be our date.

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