[Author's note: From this point in the story, the characters will begin to interact with characters from the series; "The Screamer" To avoid any confusion on my readers' part, a familiarity with both series would be helpful. Thank you for taking the time to read and for all your wonderful encouragement.]
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Game Day had arrived. Cherry woke to find she was alone in the suite. Her guys had already left to get to the stadium. She found a fresh pot of coffee and a note from Rashad telling her to get ready for a great day.
She showered and did her hair and makeup. She put on her thong and stood in front of the mirror. Her body made her smile. She was a good-looking woman who looked ten years younger than she actually was.
So much was going through her head. What did it really mean to her to be in the D'Orgasmic Lingerie catalog? Diane was a top paid model. She was a stripper. Surely, she wouldn't be making the same kind of money Diane was. Would she have to move? If she did this, would she have to quit dancing? She didn't know the answers to any of this. Lori would help her. She trusted her.
Mark, on the other hand, was someone she doubted she would ever figure out. He was not the man she had initially thought she knew. He was, in fact, much more. She had no idea he was wealthy. As funny as that may sound, that part never crossed her mind. Wasn't that what every stripper wanted? Find a wealthy man to keep her in a manner she would like to become accustomed to. She never looked at him that way. He was her friend. He was her go to guy for everything. He was her sounding board. She didn't care if he was rich or dead broke. He was her friend.
Why wouldn't he sleep with her? He is sleeping with everyone else and from what she heard; he's doing it very well too. She knew she could please him far better than anyone else could and he won't even give her a chance to try. Was he trying to push her away? Did her fixation with black men really upset him? That can't be it. If it were, he would never have introduced her to her guys. He certainly would never have arranged this trip. It had to be something else; something she just didn't understand.
She took out the jersey they had made for her. She put it on and it was a perfect fit. She had planned to wear a very short skirt with it but it fit over her hips perfectly. She didn't need a skirt at all. The jersey would be great all by itself. She put on a pair of heels and looked in the mirror. Damn, she was hot.
Mark said there would be media at the game. She didn't want to embarrass him. She had better check with him before they left to make certain.
She walked to his suite and saw Diane as she entered.
"Damn girl, you look hot," Diane said. "That jersey fits you perfectly."
"I hope it isn't too much. I don't want Mark to be embarrassed."
"Embarrassed, who me?" he said as he walked out of his bedroom with Michelle and Aleka. "Wow, you look good Cherry, you look really good."
She looked at the others. Aleka, Diane and Lori all wore short skirts and heels. For the first time she could ever recall, she felt under dressed. She definitely sizzled though. Mark came over to her and kissed her good morning. He turned her around and laughed at the back of her jersey; 36-23-40. This photo was going to be on many front pages across the globe before the first quarter was over. He liked that a lot.
"I just wanted to let everyone know there is a party back here after the game," Mark said. "I know you're going to love it. Lori and Michelle have been on the phone all morning. There should be about fifty to sixty people coming back. We've played with many of them in the past. It will be fun."
"It sounds like fun Mark," Aleka said.
They walked to the elevator as the hotel staff was preparing to set up the suites with food tables and several portable bars. Cherry was not expecting this but she knew it would be a good time.
The limo was waiting as they left the hotel. The four women were attracting a lot of attention from the other guests. Mark smiled and thought that he was so fortunate to have these women in his life. He looked at Cherry and knew that she carried her beauty and sensuality well.
"Ladies, remember that the cameras can see into the skybox so keep your clothes on until we get back to the hotel," Michelle smiled on the way to the stadium. "Once we get back, it is party time. It's going to be one hell of a party."
"Michelle will take you up to the skybox. Cherry and I will be up shortly," Mark said as they arrived at the VIP entrance. The photographers swarmed the limo as the sea of beauty departed the vehicle.
"Where are we going Mark?" Cherry asked as they began walking into the long corridors beneath the stadium.
"I have clients in both divisions. These men are the best of the best. I can't take sides. I have to say hello and wish them all luck. I kinda figured I'd give my BBC princess the thrill of her life and take her into not one but two NFL locker rooms. Don't you dare tell me I don't know how to lubricate that sweet pussy of yours," he smirked.
"Oh you get it wet and leave it alone. You're weird Mark, you really are," she said as she ran her arm through his as they walked.
"Yeah, I've heard that before."
They walked into the AFC locker room and the catcalls were so loud. Mark shook hands with everyone and introduced Cherry to everyone. They left and went down to the NFC locker room and as they walked in the door, Chris was standing there. He bent over and kissed Cherry's luscious lips. The volume went sky high when Rashad and Jamal did the same. Suddenly, everyone noticed her jersey and the level of obscenities became ear shattering. Again, Mark did the introductions and they left to head to the skybox.
The guys were barraged with questions from the other players. Their responses caused more hoots, hollers, and bright white grins from three very happy men.
