Carrie winced as the ball popped into a glove. The double play took the steam out of a ninth inning rally. With only one out left, she knew there wasn't much hope of her boyfriend's team pulling this one out.
Sure enough, only three pitches later, the center fielder caught a long fly ball, ending the game. She gathered up her bottle of water and purse, knowing Greg was going to need cheering up. The team that had just beat them was their most bitter rival, and he hated them with a passion.
Fortunately, she already had a plan. As soon as they got back to his place, she was going to join him in his post-game shower. She'd suck him off and let him come in her face. He absolutely loved doing it. She was less than fond of it, to say the least. In the shower, it wasn't so bad. She could wash it off as soon as he recovered enough to admire her cum-spattered face.
A top-heavy blonde jogged past her toward the dugout, giving her pause. Carrie had never seen the girl before.
Probably Keith
, she thought. The girl looked like exactly the sort of vapid bimbo he usually hooked up with. Carrie rolled her eyes and continued on.
Greg climbed out of the dugout with a scowl on his face. She smiled at him, hoping to begin the process of cheering him up. The last thing she expected was a look of wide-eyed shock.
"Surprise!" the blonde said as she ran up to Greg. "I couldn't wait until the next time you were in town, so I came to see you."
The utter panic on Greg's face spoke louder than words. Carrie's smile turned into a scowl even more intense than the one he had worn a few moments earlier. She stalked toward him in a red rage.
"You son of a bitch!" Carrie screamed as she reached him.
"Who the fuck are you?" the bimbo asked.
As the last word passed the blonde's lips, and before Greg could utter whatever lie he'd opened his mouth to say, Carrie slapped him — hard. The smack caused everyone in the area to turn toward them, and she heard Greg's teammates muttering.
"I'm his
ex-girlfriend
now," Carrie growled, ignoring how badly her hand was stinging. "You can have him," she added as she swept past them both.
"What?" the blonde shrieked. The sound of a second slap echoed off the dugout walls.
Carrie didn't look back.
****
Her phone rang that evening while Carrie was walking with her friends from the cab to the bar. She tapped
Ignore
on the call, which listed it as coming from
Piece of Shit
. It was the third time Greg had tried to call after sending about thirty text messages. She'd deleted them almost as soon as they arrived, but had seen enough to know he was making excuses.
"Fuck him," her friend Tracy said, knowing who the call was from.
"That's not happening, no matter how much he wants it," Carrie said, prompting laughter from both of her friends. She was hurt by his betrayal, of course, but she was far more angry than sad.
Upon entering, Carrie spotted three stools open at the bar. It took little more than a glance to communicate with her friends, and all three hurried over to where they were certain to be seen. They had just taken their seats and begun talking about what to order when one of the servers walked up behind them.
"Those guys are offering to buy the first round for the three of you," she said, pointing to a couple of tables over in the corner.
Carrie turned and her eyes went wide. Despite the darkness, she easily recognized the guys as the rivals to Gary's softball team. The men raised their glasses in salute.
Her friend Jamie let out a purr. Tracy quietly said, "Score. Let's get our drinks and go over there."
"Those are the guys who beat Gary's team today," Carrie said.
"Even better," Jamie said. "He hates them, and it won't take fifteen minutes for someone to text him and let him know."
"They're probably all cheating assholes just like him," Carrie scoffed.
Tracy said, "Who cares? I'm not looking for a husband. I just need some dick."
"Amen," Jamie agreed.
Though she had her reservations, Carrie knew that Jamie was right. Gary would know almost instantly, and he deserved it. "Okay."
Jamie nodded her head and held up a finger. The guys across the room seemed to understand. A couple of minutes later, the three ladies sauntered up to the tables. The introductions took a bit with nine guys and three girls.
It was hardly surprising when Tracy sat down next to a black guy named Marlon. She never passed up an opportunity to hook up with a black guy with a shaved head. Jamie's choice of a dark-haired guy name Wesley was just as predictable, because he had a beard. With only two outside seats remaining, Carrie sat down next to the pitcher, whose name was Brian.
"Saw you at the ballfield today," Brian said.
"Congratulations on your win," Carrie offered.
He chuckled. "Thanks. Kind of saw what happened, and thought you could use a good time to take your mind off it. The drinks are on us all night, right guys?"
The men all voiced their agreement, and Carrie said, "Well, we can hardly pass that up." She then took a drink of her Jagerbomb.
To her surprise, that good time manifested itself quickly. The guys were animated, funny, quick with compliments, and at least acted as if they were listening when she talked. After a second drink, she was even more relaxed.
Tracy made it almost an hour before she suggested a bathroom break. The three girls headed for the restroom. As soon as they were inside, Tracy asked, "Are you two okay if I get out of here with Marlon?"
"I'm ready to get out of here too," Jamie said.
