All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
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David's first day of try-outs was a disaster. Showing up an hour late didn't impress anyone nor did his on-field performance. Various coaches' play notes had remarks like...'lacklustre', 'awkward foot work', 'indecisive', 'confused'. David didn't have to read the notes to know how he was doing.
And of course the big problem was that getting your brains screwed out the night before wasn't an excuse that the coaches were likely to give much consideration to.
The young quarterback was really down when he got back to his hotel after the day's work out. He skipped that evening's reception and went for dinner on his own. He spent an hour in the pool and in the sauna after dinner. Then he went up to his room, hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, put the lock-out latch on, took the phone off the hook, and went to bed.
There was a knock on his door around midnight but David just pulled the pillow over his head and went back to sleep.
Jenna saw Brent that evening and her boy friend was ecstatic. David Winslow had stunk up the field that day and wasn't going to be a factor in the competition. Jenna had told Brent before the try outs that she'd try and distract the young man from Minnesota and that her mother was going to help her. She didn't go into specifics but Brent knew all too well what Jenna and her mom were capable of.
The second day of try-outs was different. David didn't look like the same man on the field on day two. His hand-offs and passes were quick and accurate. He was eluding tacklers and making plays that had the coaches smiling and shaking their heads in amazement.
About the only one who wasn't impressed was Brent Travis. Winslow was making him look very second string and he didn't like that at all. When he got a break he got his hands on a cell phone, called Jenna and told her what was happening. Jenna said she'd get a hold of her mother and see if they could do something to help.
Jenna did talk to her mother and they made a new plan.
Because there were so many friends and family with the boys for the try-outs, the second day's scrimmages were open to the public in the afternoon.
Mid afternoon and Jenna was on the sidelines with a fairly big knot of spectators, watching the action. She had dressed down quite a bit on this occasion, wearing a ball cap, dark glasses, jeans and a baggy sweat shirt.
Brent had told her that the 'Longhorns' had given all the competitors their own water bottles, color coded...red for defense, green for offence...with their individual names etched on them. Jenna scanned the benches and it didn't take long for her to spot David's. At a moment in time when most everyone seemed to be watching a really tense play developing on the field, Jenna picked up David's bottle and took a sip.
It was G-2, which was good because that would completely mask the taste of the double dose of Viagra, her drug of choice, which she slipped into his bottle. Then she went over to the bottomless Gatorade barrel on the side of the field, topped up his bottle and returned it to its place on the bench.
When she turned back to the field there were high fives going all around on the offence and players were slapping David on the back. At that moment the elated young quarterback happened to look over to see Jenna standing there. She took off her sunglasses and returned his gaze.
David gave her a hesitant wave. Jenna gave him a slow smile in return. Then with her eyes still locked on his, she reached down for the waist of her sweat shirt and snapped it up to her shoulders. She stood there like that, flashing David for two or three seconds, her creamy naked breasts on full display for anyone who happened to be looking in that direction. And there was more than one sweaty football player looking that way.
Then she casually dropped her sweatshirt back down, blew David an exaggerated kiss and turned and walked towards an exit.
There was a sudden buzz of catcalls and whistles, guys slapping David's helmet and his butt as word of Jenna's audacious performance made its way around. David blushed deeply and trotted over to the sidelines. He didn't look around to see if Jenna was still behind him somewhere. He just took a big swig of Gatorade, grabbed a playbook, opened it and put his head down.
At the end of the day David was feeling pretty good about himself. A couple of coaches made a point of telling him that they'd been impressed with what they'd seen and were looking forward to seeing how he would do on the next day, the last day of the try-outs.
That night David went out to the reception dinner with the rest of the candidates. It was held at one of the Boosters homes and was a pretty elaborate affair. There were friends and family there as well. David had mixed emotions about running into Jenna again. Even though he had played some pretty good football that day, what was really in the forefront of his mind was the amazing sex he had had with Jenna two nights ago and also the torrid morning after he had spent with that maid Luisa. So when he didn't see Jenna at the dinner he felt kind of let down. He knew he should be focusing on the last day of try-outs but he couldn't get the image of Jenna flashing her tits at him that afternoon out of his mind. He was still looking for her when the bus came to take all the boys back to the Hyatt.
By the time they got back to the hotel David had convinced himself that his best plan was to head up to bed and concentrate on the work he had to do the next day. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost walked right by the two stunning women who were sitting up against the wall of the open bar, staring at him as he walked by. There was just a velvet swag rope on pedestals separating the bar area from the lobby.
But even a guy who was sleepwalking would have been hard pressed not to notice these two. The blonde and the dark haired beauties had been turning male heads all evening at the tall café table where they were sitting. David couldn't help but lift his eyes for a peek as he passed, but then stopped in his tracks when he did so.
Luisa was wearing a hot pink sleeveless tank top that was stretched tautly around her conical breasts. Beneath that she had on a pair of red capri pants that were molded to her lower torso, from her waspishly thin waist to her shapely calves. She was wearing a gold necklace, a thin gold belt and a huge diamond ring as accessories. White nylons and a pair of four inch white stilettos completed her ensemble.
Amanda was wearing a little white dress like the one Marilyn Monroe made famous in the picture where she was trying to hold it in place on top of a subway grate. It had a plunging halter top and a mid-length pleated skirt. Unlike Marilyn, Amanda was wearing a black bra with her white top, an effect that David had always found kind of slutty, in a good way. Her melon shaped breasts were clearly on display, threatening to spill from the cups of the little bra that barely contained them. She was also wearing smoky colored nylons and black stiletto heels that made her curvaceous legs seem like they went on forever. The straps of the heels were some kind of stretchy satin ribbons that were criss-crossed half way up her calves. Above that her pleated skirt flared out from her generous hips. Her lipstick and her nails were a vivid scarlet.
There was a pile of bags from a number of high end boutiques stacked up beside the table. Someone had been shopping. The girls had several tall frosty cocktails in front of them, all of them sent over by various men with whom they'd exchanged a few pleasantries.
