protect you.'
'Protect me?' she chirped. 'I'll need protection?!'
'Well,' he said, teasing her, 'you know how boys will be.' Then being serious, he added, 'They'll only whistle and make cat calls, but they'll only be funnin' you.' He turned off the highway at Sepeda Boulevard and turned right into the traffic, enjoying the silence, waiting for her next question.
'What have I let myself in for?'
'It'll only take a few minutes,' he assured her. 'then, my dear, I am going to take you home and do you a second time.' He smiled cutely at her and pulled her close under his arm, letting his hand slide down to her breast. 'You make me horny as hell.'
She snuggled warmly against him, resting her fingers lightly on his tool, caressing it softly over its entire length, still marveling at the huge colossal head of it, its shape clearly outlined along his thigh.
'You aren't saying much,' he said, nudging her softly with his shoulder.
'You want me to talk to you again?' she teased, gently squeezing his dick. Her eyes danced brightly and the tip of her coral tongue brushed lightly along her lips. 'I can't wait for you to put this thing in me again,' she said, taking a deep breath and resting her head back against the seat. 'Drive it burning into my aching ass, in my cunt, in my hot mouth.'
'Easy,' he warned. 'I just might pull over and do you right here!'
'I dare you!' she challenged, rubbing her hand softly along the shaft that promised to ease the savage aching in her cunt, fill her churning ass until she cried with tearing ecstasy, the dick that she would kiss and lick and suck and fondle until it was hard and straight and throbbing wildly and eager to spear her, her asshole or her flaming cunt, exactly the way Tommy wanted her to be, had told her a woman should be, ready and willing to take her man's tool into her, to lavish on him a choice of eager openings. 'I dare you!' she repeated.
'Ah, but you are a perfect little nymph, my dear,' he said happily, clearly pleased with her as he pulled into the wide parking lot of the brick-and-glass Tiger's dormitory.
'Now what the hell is this?' he asked suddenly, staring up at the lighted windows. He quickly checked his watch. 'Damn it! They better have a good excuse for being up so late!'
She quickly sat on her side of the seat and watched as he angrily slid into a parking space near the entrance and killed the engine.
'Come on,' he said, throwing open his door and walking around the car to her. He helped her out of the car and took her arm, leading her along the sidewalk to the wide double doors.
'Now,' he said gently, 'I don't want you paying any attention to the way I talk to them. I have to see that they get their rest despite themselves. If it were up to them they would be out all night drinking beer and chasing women. I have to yell and holler and make believe I'm mad at them, so if the language gets a little bawdy just close your ears, o.k.?'
She nodded her understanding and stepped through the door ahead of him, entering what could have been a college dormitory. There was a front desk where a housemother might sit, but this desk was occupied by a very thin and bald man wearing a sweat suit.
'Hello Tommy,' he greeted. 'I was just working on tomorrow's schedule-'
'What's going on?' Tommy interrupted. 'How come all the lights are on?'
'Mr. Beaumont was here earlier,' he explained quickly. 'He was in the strangest of moods. I've never seen him like that before. He was smiling and-'
'Smiling? Around players?' Tommy asked incredulously.
'Yes, he was as happy as a kid for some reason, like he was in love or something. I don't know. But he gave everyone the night off.'
'You're kidding?'
'Nope. He just left a few minutes ago. Most of the guys left right after him.'
Tommy shook his head unbelievingly, then turned to Paulette. 'Oh well, this looks like a lucky break for us, huh?'
She smiled sweetly, knowing what he was thinking by his wide grin and shining brown eyes. 'Maybe we can pull off to the side of the road now?' she teased.
'What was that?' the little bald man asked. 'Pull off what road?'
'It's just a private joke,' Tommy explained. Then asked, 'What's the workout schedule for tomorrow?' hoping he would have the morning free to be with Paulette.
'You won't have to come in until one o'clock if you can check Rudy tonight,' he said. 'He's in the gym with Cassidy doing light weights.'
'How's his knee look to you, Red?'
'It seems strong, and he's been doing the exercises you ordered.'
'Any swelling today?'
'No. Not that I could see. You could check it now if you want. It would save you a trip all the way here tomorrow morning.'
'Yeah, I guess so.' He turned to Paulette and asked, 'Would you be interested in seeing the inside of a trainer's gym?'
'I'd love to if it wouldn't take too long,' she said, then added softly, but loud enough for Red to hear, 'I want to put something in my oven.'
'You bake at night?' Red asked curiously.
'It's something I just started doing,' she answered lightly, looking at Tommy. 'Everything comes out so fresh and looooose!'
Red scratched his head as he watched them walking toward the back of the building. She's so pretty, he thought, and so crazy! Baking at night, indeed!
Tommy followed her up the stairs to the gym door, watching her soft ass swaying invitingly beneath her short skirt, thinking of her marvelous saucy manner and direct approach to life, knowing he was going to be in her tight bottom again before this night was over.
He caught up to her at the top of the stairs and opened the door for her, allowing her to enter the plush gymnasium.
'A lot of people think that football is just the playing on the field,' he told her, coming up beside her. 'But football games are won through exercise and hard work, doing things as a team. All the parts have to fit, each man has to be in top form, that's why we have so much specialized equipment here.'
She looked around to the gleaming stainless steel contraptions, beginning to understand the extremes professional athletes must go to stay in shape.
'Over here,' he said, leading her to a series of pulleys and weights, 'is where the linemen build their neck and back muscles. And this,' he added, pointing to a complicated set of levers and adjustable pedals, 'is a traction unit for leg development.' He looked at her strangely for a moment, then suggested, 'How about it? Would you like to try it out?'
'You're kidding!' she gushed, backing away a step. Then seeing he was perfectly serious, she added, 'I couldn't! I'm not dressed for it!'
'I'll adjust it so it won't be too strenuous. It'll be fun. C'mon,' he said, patting the leather seat, coaxing her with a big confident grin.
'That's silly,' she said, taking a step closer. 'What if someone comes in?'
'With the exception of Mr. Beaumont, I'm the boss around here, Honey. You don't have anything to worry about when you are with me.'
She looked uneasily at him, unsure whether she should or not. Then shrugging, she said, 'O.K.,' taking a step toward him and sitting timidly in the seat.
'Here,' he said, kneeling before her and slipping her tiny feet into the metal gripping shoes that fastened securely over her ankles, 'this is how it is done.' He patted her knee and smiled. 'Sit back and lift your feet around me.'
She brought her legs straight out in front of her, one on either side of him, watching with amused eyes as she caught him looking up her dress.
'Now,' he said smoothly, placing his hands on the insides of her thighs, 'the idea is to get your legs to spread as wide as possible.'
