Page 55 of Curveball

“Because she wants marriage and kids. I don’t.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“I think you’re fucking nuts. She’s hot, funny, nice, and has the exact kind of body you’re into.” He holds out his hands. “She has a huge rack.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m well aware of her rack. She deserves better than me though.”

He shrugs. “You may get what you want. When we were out the other night, I was sitting next to her. Some dude was texting her. They were making plans to go out.”

“Are you fucking with me?”

“No, but your reaction tells me all I need to know.”

RIPLEY

Thanks to Arizona and Layton’s fake, I’m not sure it’s that fake anymore, relationship, the Anacondas are getting so much attention in the press. And our team is truly putting on a show. We’re the best team in the league. Our fanbase grows each and every day.

Several of us are now fielding calls for sponsorship opportunities. Unbelievably, I had an offer today to model plus-sized lingerie.

I’m mulling it over as I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself in a bra and panties. I turn to Arizona. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Why not? It’s so much money. You won’t have to work at all this off-season if you don’t want to.”

“I’ll feel so...exposed.”

“Rip, you’re gorgeous. I thought you finally understood that. I love how much more confident you’ve become since college.”

“There’s a difference between feeling more confident around people you know and having millions of strangers seeing your body, judging you. I know the type of society we live in. The bodies we do and don’t find appealing.”

“Fuck society. Your body is society. Not everyone looks like Kam and Bailey. They’re the ones who aren’t normal.”

They have ridiculously good figures.

She continues. “I’m not as skinny as them. I’m a professional catcher with huge thighs. You know what? I don’t care. I’m gonna rock thatSports Illustratedshoot. I’m not a size zero, and I’m confident about it. Young girls need to see women like us, not reality stars with chefs and trainers, who have nothing else to do all day but work on being skinny. It’s not real life.”

“You’re all muscle. You don’t have fat like I do.”

She rolls her eyes. “Rip, we all have insecurities about our own bodies. You’re beautiful and perfect, both inside and out. Show those fuckers that not everyone eats lettuce and keto gummies all day. Not if you want to be the best damn pitcher in the world. When you win a gold medal in four years, you can shove those keto gummies up all the skinny bitches’ asses.”

I smile. “I wonder if they’re as effective when you take them up the ass.”

She laughs. “There’s only one way to find out.”

We’re ina fit of giggles when we hear our door open and the ever-present bickering between Kam and Bailey. “Bay, you need to do this. It’s so much money.”

“No fucking way. I swore I’d never model again.”

They walk into my bedroom. Kam’s eyes light up when she looks at me. “Is that the lingerie they want you to wear?”

I nod. “They sent it over so I can check it out before I sign my contract.”

She squeals with excitement. “You look so fucking hot. Your ass and tits are going to be the wet dreams of every man and woman in America. I might even Jill-off to you.”

I pinch my eyebrows. “Jill off?”

She nods. “I’m not a dude. I don’t jack off. I’m a woman. I Jill off.”

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