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“We hear that a lot.” I nodded understandingly. “But you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me, you’ve come to the right place,” I said, and walked the girls over to the vibrator section.
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McKayla
Six days later.
Adozen ladies gathered around the granite kitchen island, all wearing matching Sin t-shirts. Isabelle—wife of team captain, Rust, and our host for the night—had served up an incredible charcuterie board. We shared snacks and drinks and lots of laughter as we reminisced over the crazy thing we’d just done together.
“Thanks again for coming, everybody,” I said.
We’d just taken a WAG field trip to Good Vibes Only, where we took an hour-long workshop together called “Blowjob Bootcamp.” The girls thought it’d be a fun pre-game activity and way to support the new girl’s business—and a fun way to welcome our boys home when they finally returned from their road trip tomorrow.
“I know we had to get out of our comfort zone a little bit, but you havenoidea what it means to me,” I said.
They didn’t justtakethe workshop—they spent a lot of money after the workshop ended, too. Tonight was an amazing cap to a promising week in which our sales were finally starting to trend back up again.
“No need to thank us,” Isabelle said. “You’re one of us now. And we always have each other’s back.”
The girls agreed.
“Yeah, if anyone should be thanking anybody else,” Sofia began, “it should be theboysthankingyoufor all the amazing blowjobs they’re gonna get in the future.”
The group exploded into naughty giggles.
Cassi, who dated the fourth liner, Max Fisher, swiped a banana off the island. “Yup. I can’t wait to blow Max’s mind with all the tricks I learned today.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s Fish’smindyou’re going to blow,” Sofia said sarcastically.
“Trust me, I’m gonna blow a lot more than that,” Cassi replied saucily.
We reacted with screams of shock and laughter—and that wasbeforeCassi wrapped her lips around the banana and pushed it in.Allthe way in. Until she could close her mouth and nothing, not even the stem, stuck out.
All hell broke loose after that, and the girls began to chant,“Throat GOAT! Throat GOAT!”
(For the non-sports people: GOAT stands for Greatest Of All Time.)
I laughed so hard, I nearly peed my pants. It’d only been a week, but I already loved these girls so much. They werehilarious.
I won’t lie; after just a week, I still have a hard time thinking of myself as a WAG. That’ll probably be the case until Brett comes home and we can, y’know, actually do the thing that girlfriends do with their boyfriends. But that’s nothing against these ladies; they’d made me feel like I was part of the crew since day one.
Heck, at my very first watch party at Sofia’s house last week, the girls surprised me with a welcoming gift: a super cute and glittery Vegas Sin t-shirt withAllred 63emblazoned on the back in a sparkly font. Those shirts were like our team jerseys; we wore them to each and every watch party, and every girl wore her man’s name and number on the back. (Since her situation was obviously a little different, Sofia alternated betweenBenning 9andDeadmarsh 18t-shirts every game.)
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was how much love was in this room—but just thinking about it all, I started to feel a little overwhelmed and misty-eyed.
I called for a toast.
“Thank you all somuch for the support you’ve shown me,” I said, holding up my wine glass. “And I don’t just mean coming to my shop today. You’ve made me feel so welcome from the very beginning. I’m so excited to be a part of this amazing group. You girls rule. To the WAGs!”
“To the WAGs!”the group shouted back, and we clinked our glasses together.
“Everybody! Get in here!”one of the girls yelled from the living room.“It’s about to start!”
We rushed into the living room in a hurry and piled onto the couch, careful not to spill our drinks. On the ginormous flat-screen TV, the boys took their positions for the opening faceoff.
“Longest road trip of the year comes to an end tonight, ladies,” Cassi said, earning a burst of relieved cheers.
“Thank God. I am so ready for this week to be over.” Isabelle groaned.“I feel like I haven’t gotten laid inyears.”
