Page 21 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
The thing about this site is that it pays posters based on views—just micro amounts, like .001 per view. But withmillions of views, that can add up to a decent payout. And since it’s porn, millions of views aren’t exactly out of the question.
“Could it be security cam footage?” Shane suggests. “A safety precaution that the last owner, or maybe some coaches, had taken to keep an eye on the staff?”
“What? You think one of those staff members found it and uploaded it for the cash?” I ask.
“Probably,” Andy speculates. “People have done a lot worse for money.”
He’s right. We’ve seen it all—extortion, doxxing, you name it.
One of the perks of playing in the NHL? A damn good paycheck. All three of us clear multiple millions a year. I mean, I got offered a million just as a rookie.
“Have either of you gotten any weird messages?” I ask, trying to steer us back on track. “Anyone trying to get something out of you?”
They both shake their heads. I should feel relieved. If the person who uploaded that video wasn’t trying to blackmail or shake us down, maybe they don’t even know who we are.
But someone will. That’s inevitable. Our jobs, especially mine, are too public for anonymity to last forever.
Then again, none of us took our masks off. I didn’t even risk going down on Phoenix, since my mouth was covered. But fuck, I couldn’t help myself. I lifted it just enough to suck on her pretty little toes, the ones strapped into heels so sexy they made hercalves look long, sleek, and sculpted like a goddamn wet dream.. A weakness of mine, every damn time. Even now, my dick twitches at the memory of how she tasted, sweet and a little wild.
So, maybe we’re safe.Maybe.
Still, it doesn’t sit right with me. That video is out there. That’s us, having sex with a woman who never agreed to being filmed. None of us did.
But contacting the site to take it down opens the door to a legal circus. The kind that shines a spotlight on the situation instead of killing the lights.
And if the truth ever reaches Ted? Game over. For all of us.
My team didn’t make the playoffs that year, and Shane had just wrapped up his run with the Michigan Blades, so when the Avs flew us out during the last stretch—right around when Sven Hinter announced it would be his last season—we had time to stick around. Explore the city, check out some houses.
One night, we decided to blow off some steam at a strip club. I made sure we picked one far from the arena, but as if by blind luck, Andy strolled in, too.
I was mid-lap dance at the time—a pretty young thing grinding her ass against me, music thumping all around us. I was about to pay for a private room when Andy spotted us. My hands were locked to the only place she allowed, gliding up her waist, and my dick was already rock-hard from the way she bounced on my lap.
My plans changed when we walked over.
“Cool, you’re here, too,” he said, grinning as he hurried over.
We sure as hell hadn’t expected that reaction, but we rolled with it. He was another one of us.
Instead of heading to the private rooms in the back for some quality time, we all ordered some flights of beer and a round of shots. Whether it was the tequila or the beer that loosened our tongues way too much, I’ll never know. But soon, the three of us were swapping our raunchiest stories.
“Ever been in a threesome?” Andy asked, and Shane and I exchanged a look.
Not only had we been in threesomes, but back in our Division One days in college, we’d blown right past a few lines—same hotel room, same girls, toys, props, no hesitation. I thought Shane might admit to that. Instead, he went for the throat.
“Shared women? Fuck yeah. Had a whole roster some nights. Couple of our buddies joined in, too.”
My brows shot up, even with the alcohol clouding my brain. But I shouldn’t have been surprised. Shane might be the quiet, reserved type in public, but get a few drinks in him, and he’s an open book… and a horny little bastard. Behind closed doors with a woman, he turns into an absolute savage.
“What? Seriously?” Andy asked, eyes wide with curiosity, and Shane didn’t even flinch.
Since he’d already let it slip, I nodded. “Seriously.”
“Damn, I’ve always wanted to try that,” Andy admitted. “Is it as good as I think it is?”
“Better,” Shane said with a smirk.
When Andy told us he wanted in, we made it clear that this wasn’t the kind of thing you just jump into at some random bar, picking up drunk girls. It had to be the right place, the right time. So, when the Avs threw their championship party and we scored invites, freshly signed to the team, it felt like the perfect shot.
