Page 100 of The Import Slot
Fuck. The suit fittings for Ladies’ Night are today.
I pull off my practice jersey and toss it into the laundry bin.
There’s a knock on the dressing room door, and Vicky pops her head in.
“Hope everyone is decent, ladies present.”
She steps in with Jen behind her, holding a stick.
“What do you need?” Johnny says.
“I need you all to sign this stick,” she grabs it off Jen, “and, I needed Jen to tape it for me first, make it look authentic. Then she couldn’t resist coming to see some naked hockey butt.”
Jen’s expression is comical. She laughs, but it’s a nervous laugh, and when she meets my eyes, she flushes red.
I wink at her and stand up, pulling off my shoulder pads and undershirt. I can feel her watching me, and I play with her attention, flexing my shoulders and looking back at her. She bites her lip, and my cock stirs. Christ, whose benefit is this for?
“You know how to tape a stick,” Johnny says to Vicky, but she dismisses him.
I know she can too. Vicky used to tape Liam’s any chance she got.‘It reminds me of her.’Liam used to say when I’d ask him why he didn’t do it himself.
The stick gets passed over to me, and I scribble my signature and pass it on to Scottsy.
“Hey, Jen, are you excited about Ladies’ Night? I hear you’re on my table,” Bettsy says to her, stripping his t-shirt off.
But she’s still fixed on me.
“Uh-huh,” she says.
“So that you know, I’ll show you my ass anytime. You don’t have to wait until practice,” Bettsy says.
I scowl at him, and Johnny nudges his arm. “Knock it off, man, she’s taken.”
“Oh, of course,” Bettsy says.
“I’ll see you all soon,” she says, turning to leave.
I follow her out, not caring that I’m half-dressed and sweaty.
“Jen, wait up,” I call, and she spins around. “Can I get a kiss?” I ask.
“We’re at work,” she says, her eyes flicking down to my chest.
“So?” I reach out for her, and she comes forward, meeting my mouth with hers.
“I can’t be as reckless as I was, Ry. That can’t happen again. Besides, I need to get back. Alex is waiting,” she says, not pulling away in the slightest.
She’s wearing a black fitted dress that comes to the knees, black tights, and flats: she looks hot. She’s got her hair down today, and it’s draped over her shoulders, covering her neck; I want to reach out and push it away so I can nuzzle into her.
“I’ll see you later,” she says, planting her hands on my chest and gently running her nails south.
“Yeah, you will,” I say.
As I step back into the dressing room, Danny nods toward my phone on my shelf.
“Been ringing non-stop,” he says, and I grab it just in time to see a call from my dad.
“Hello?”
