Page 88 of Fumble Into the End Zone

“What are you talking about?” I questioned with folded arms, trying to stop my grin from forming.

“Since y’all been together, you’ve been requesting a certain number of touchdowns and you’ve been playing harder. She is giving you something,” he said.

“We winning, ain’t we?” I said, and he shook his head.

Bryce had been giving me a side-eye every time the offensive coordinator suggested a play for me. I shrugged as we glared at each other, standing on the sideline. He covered his mouth with the play board to talk to me.

“Marcus, for real, who the fuck are you? Mia is bringing you out of your shell,” he said.

“I’m the same dude you met at your parents’ estate,” I reminded.

He shook his head no.

“We gon’ spend some more time with each other after the season is over with,” Bryce said, and I chuckled.

I stood in the elevator with Bryce, wondering what two touchdowns were going to get me.

“Freaky ass,” Bryce said and cackled.

“Wait, I’m freaky, but Kindness is in your room every road game,” I said, and he chuckled.

As we landed on our floor, I tossed Bryce the peace signs before he touched his door. “Tell Kindness I said hi,” I said and continued to walk to my room.

My mission was to find Mia and convince her to come and at least cuddle. Opening the door, my heart skipped a beat. Mia was dressed as a referee in a black-and-white striped tee with black pantyhose leaning against the desk. I slammed my door shut and locked it.

“Mr. Allen, your last touchdown had to be reviewed by the main office. We’re going to overrule the call as out of bounds and impose a fine for taunting. I’m here to collect,” she said with a whistle around her neck.

“Where is Harley?” I questioned as I dropped my bag.

“Upstairs in the presidential suite, asleep with my parents,” she said.

I scratched the hair in my beard as I figured out how to get into character.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any cash on me,” I said.

Mia sucked in both lips and shook her head from side to side. “I’m sorry, but nonpayment isn’t acceptable. Do you haveanything else of value?” she asked as she scanned my body, pausing at my dick but finding my eyes.

“What did you have in mind?” I questioned.

Mia closed the space between us and circled me.

She relaxed her shoulders and continued with her role. “I’ll cut you a good fucking deal, but it’s going to need to be on video.”

“Whoa, what about my wifey?” I questioned.

“Mr. Allen, your wifey isn’t my concern. Now, this League fine is quite serious. Considering you don’t have any cash, and I don’t take cards, it doesn’t leave you with many options,” Mia said and bunched her shoulders.

“I could appeal,” I said.

Mia chuckled. “This fine doesn’t come with an appeal option,” she said.

I scanned her body and surrendered with my hands.

“I’m left with no other option,” I said.

Mia patted my chest before lowering herself to the floor. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. My heart raced in anticipation.

“Camera, please. The league office requires video confirmation of payment,” she said.

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