Page 69 of The Power Play

“What was that about?”

Of course, he noticed Tabitha.

“Don’t worry about it. It won’t happen again.”

He steps in front of me, blocking the view from the rest of our team as he lowers his voice to address me, “You better not be fucking around behind Audrey’s back.”

“I’m not. We aren’t even together,”she’s made that clear.“And even if we were, she wouldn’t have anything to worry about with Tabitha. She knows that.”

Collee nods, clearly accepting my answer. “Good, because I wouldn’t be able to stop Chandler’s wrath if you fuck over her best friend…again.”

I groan, “That was an accident.”

“You good to play then?” he asks.

I nod, “Better than ever. I need this.”

And I really do.

As soon as we are on the ice and that whistle blows, I have tunnel vision. It’s just me, my team, and the opponent. Both battling for the puck and trying to get our goals. I tune everything out. Everyone who’s not on the ice with me doesn’t matter. It’s only about the game.

I take my aggression out on the opponents and at one point end up checking a guy into the boards a bit too hard for the ref's liking so I end up with a penalty.

Of course, they score on the power play and I’m even more pissed as I exit the box. I’m on the bench waiting for my next shift, watching the game intently to ensure the best opening. I’m rooting for my teammates while Dumont defends our zone with his line mate Jones. The puck gets past them, but Colver smothers it, so the play is dead.

We win the face off, and I swap out with my teammate, Williams, flying toward the other zone with the rest of my line mates. I get passed the puck and give everything I have in the slap shot. Their goalie doesn’t anticipate it going top shelf and I score.

I’m happy, but it’s not enough to simmer the lingering anger inside me. I can’t shake my irritation so my celly is cut short and then we are all onto the next play.

27

It seems silly to say, but I can notice something is different with the way Charlie is playing tonight. Chandler invited me to go to the game with her, but I decided to stay in and do a show instead. I need the money and even with the long private call withCharlesI’m a decent way away from my goal.Even if a part of me isn’t wanting an excuse to leave Charlie’s place quite yet.

I regret not going though, because while I’m trying to focus on the show and what I’m supposed to do with each goal and penalty, I’m distracted by Charlie. I also jumped and yelled a little too aggressively when he scored his goal. But I notice when the camera shows him on the bench a little while later I can tell something is definitely up with him.

He’s laser focused on the ice as usual, but he’s tense and usually after he gets a goal, he’s smiling with his team. Tonight, that’s not the case.

I’m choosing to ignore how much I know about him and his body language. It means nothing, we are around each other a lot. I’ve watched a lot of games, that’s it. Nothing else.

“The Dragons are on a bit of a winning streak, let’s hope that continues tonight so I get to use this,” I tease the audience while showing one of my favorite vibrators. I was tempted to bring out the yellow one, but something held me back from that. Like I want that to just be something we use together.

User489: Use it right now, why make us fucking wait? Just show your pussy.

User489 has been blocked from the chat.

I roll my eyes. I don’t always see the annoying pushy comments because my moderators are good at catching them. I never acknowledge them even though sometimes I want to.

I give it my best effort to get through the show pretending I’m not completely distracted and I hope no one can really tell.

After the game, the Dragon’s win yet another one and I’m not proud of the fact that I rush through the finale. Or the fact that I faked it.

It’srarethat I fake an orgasm, either with a partner or online. If I’m with a guy and he doesn’t get the job done, I want him to know it. And during my shows I know what I like so I usually don’t need to fake anything. Today, my mind isn’t present enough to get there and I put on my best performance before logging off.

Before Charlie gets home, I take a quick shower and end up changing into another one of his t-shirts. They are big and cozy,yet again something I’m trying not to think too much about doing.

After two hours, Charlie still isn’t home, and I start to worry a little bit. Maybe he went out with the team for their win, it’s not like he would have any reason to tell me. I could text him, but I don’t want to seem like I care where he is. Because I don’t. I just want to know he’s okay.

I call Chandler instead.

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