One night after my Laker Girls dress rehearsal performance I come out for the Lakers season opener against the Houston Rockets. Thanks to the girls, I have one ticket courtside. I take my seat and watch the Lakers lose to Houston, but it is the post-game festivities that make the game worthwhile. During the game, I get to spend a little time and chat with all of the girls.
They're divided into four groups stationed at each corner of the court and they rotate at the beginning of each quarter. Just as the fourth quarter starts, Jordan Krinke and her group make their way over to my part of the court.
"Hello Brad. Twice in two days. How lucky am I?" she says with a flirty smile. "It's good seeing you again so soon Jordan. I'm the lucky one."
The 4th quarter goes by and just before the game ends, Jordan leans over and whispers in my ear. "Don't leave right away. Stick around and I'll text message you."
The final buzzer sounds and the girls head toward the locker room. Jordan looks at me and mouths one word: "Wait" and points to my cell phone. I use the rest room and hang out in the concourse area when my phone beeps with a text message.
"All the girls are gone, come down to the locker room. I've told the guard you're coming and he'll let you in."
I make my way down to the locker room when I run into security. I tell him that I'm going to see Jordan and he lets me pass as I head to the locker room. I walk in and see Jordan, still wearing your uniform.
"I was thinking about changing, but I know how much you love a girl in uniform, especially a cheerleader in uniform." I smile at her as she walks up to me and kisses me and takes my hands in hers.
"I've had you on the brain for the past two days. Now I want you in my mouth. Come here." She takes me by the hand and leads me over to Director of Game Operations & Entertainment Lisa Estrada's office and she closes the door behind us once we enter.
Jordan has me sit at Lisa's desk in her chair and as she guides me down with her hands, she continues moving down until she's kneeling in front of me. Jordan unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my pants, and yanks them down to my ankles. She tries to position herself but my pants at my ankles are getting in the way.
"This isn't working; let's get your pants off." Jordan reaches down and removes both of my shoes then removes my pants. She sets them on the desk as she moves closer to me and positions herself between my legs.
Jordan looks at my now raging hard cock, smiles and looks up at me and says "That didn't take long. You always know how to rise to the occasion." Jordan takes her hands and starts massaging my knees and thighs while she talks dirty to me.
"The anticipation is killing you, isn't it? Do you want me to suck your dick? You don't seem too eager." she says.
"Jordan, I want you to do it. I want you to do it so bad." I tell her.
"I don't know if I'm in the mood to do this tonight." she teases.
"Oh Jordan, you little dick tease." I say.
She laughs and says "I am going to give you best blow job you've ever had. After me, nobody else will ever measure up."
"Jordan, you're a blow job artist. Nobody has even been anywhere nearly as good as you." I reply. "That makes us both artists, then doesn't it? I'm the blow job artist and you're the jerk off artist." Jordan says.
Jordan leans her head forward and looks down directly at my cock. As I look at the top of her head, I feel something wet on my cock. Jordan worked up a good supply of spit and saliva and has spit and drooled on my six inch tool. She looks up and me and says "Are you ready Brad?" I nod my head up and down and softly say "yes." With that, Jordan leans down and takes my cock in her mouth.
My lord, it feels incredible, even better than yesterday during the dress rehearsal. I let out a long soft sigh as I enjoy the mouth of one of my favorite Laker Girls. She slowly works up and down the shaft, stopping when her lips are on the now purple head of my penis then sliding back down the shaft. Her eyes are closed as she continues her oral sex, but when she opens them and looks up at me into my eyes, I get even more aroused.
She takes me out of her mouth briefly and asks me if I'm enjoying this.
"Oh I most certainly am." I tell her.
She looks up at me and says, "I like your penis. I like how it looks, how it feels in my mouth, and how it tastes." She kisses the tip. "You have a beautiful penis."
