My name is Tony Marsh I am, or was a star Premier League footballer and I had played and captained my country regularly for the past three years. On this very different day I left the ground of Lingford United that morning with my agent Eddie Starr not believing that I had been sacked, or rather the club had torn up my contract. The only reason being as far as I knew,that I had refused to be transferred to the Wanderers. This was a clear breach of contract on the clubs part and Eddie was already talking to the chairman of the PFA and my lawyers on his mobile about the matter.
I am single and 24 years of age. I had in the past studiously avoided any female entanglements and I was extremely careful in the company that I kept. I did not have a drink or drug problem and had avoided being seen in questionable company. I had seen so many good players destroyed by the press as a result of bad publicity.
I had known for some time that the club were in big financial trouble and that they would have to sell one or two of their better players to survive. I never thought for a moment that I would be one of those. But I was certainly not going to join another club, which I considered that for me for me was not a good move. The two main reasons were, that I did not like the club set up at Wanderers and the second was,that I would have to move from my home, the house that I loved and on which I had lavished thousands of pounds to make it a home that I could be proud of.
By the time I arrived home, the news had already leaked and the press corps were gathering outside the main gate. I knew most of them personally and I asked my housekeeper Josie to send them out some coffee and sandwiches, after telling them that I would hold a press conference in about two hours after I had talked to my lawyers.
I was furious at the Chairmans actions, It also occurred to me that his dislike of me escorting his eldest daughter Rosie on occasions may have had something to do with it. He certainly did not seem to accept that our friendship was purely platonic, Rosie and I had never even kissed. Now in passing, the thought occurred to me that this might be some sort of revenge. Rosie and I liked each others company and she had asked me to accompany her to one or two social events when she needed a partner.
I had been careful to ensure that our relationship was purely platonic because being in the public eye, I had determined that I would not get myself involved with the gossip columns. I had my own sexual partner which I will tell you about later, which was all very discreet.
The press conference was timed for two o clock and we allowed the TV cameras into the lounge to set up before hand, Josie my housekeeper kept up a constabnt supply of sandwiches and hot coffee to the press. At the start of the conference I made a brief agreed statement about the situation and told them that I was suing the club with the support of my union for breach of contract.
During questioning, I was asked whether I would ever return to United to play for them again. On the spur of the moment I said.
" I do not know, "The way I feel now I may never play soccer again professionally I am thinking of retiring from football for ever, to take up offers from outside football."
It was something that had briefly passed through my thoughts a time or so, although I loved football and in my heart I realised it was not a realistic decision for me. The room exploded into a babble of voices, but suddenly one loud female voice silenced the chatter.
I was as startled as the press people and my attention was drawn to the source of the interruption. It came from a very slim attractive black lady standing at the back of the room. She was about 5'10" tall and dressed in a fashionable wet looking black leather suit with knee high boots. Her hair was tied back tight and I could see her large gold ring earrings she sported a considerable amount of gold jewellery round her neck and on her arms.
She spoke quite clearly as she waved a piece of paper in the air and then she spoke in a broad American accent.
"Yes that is right folks, because I have here a contract and I am here today to sign Mr Marsh up on an advertising contract with an option for him to come to the USA to make two films."
As she had been speaking she had walked to the front of the room to stand beside me. I was staggered by the announcement and at the same time almost overcome by her powerful erotic perfume she was wearing, as I took the opportunity to sit down and have a drink. My agent Eddie stepped in at that moment and brought the conference to an end assuring the press that any further developments would be announced at a future pre-arranged press conference.
This vision of loveliness turned, stood in front of me a big smile on her beautiful face. "Hi "she said. My name is Jammaree I'm here on behalf of Alpha Productions to sign you up for a series of commercials - this could not have been better for us, you are much more newsworthy than before Mr. Marsh and we want your signature on this contract right now."
I laughed at her enthusiastic approach and I said. " Hi Jammaree first of all you must realise that I have an agent who acts for me and any contract has to be vetted by my lawyers before I sign anything." At that point Eddie butted in. "It's OK Tony that has all been done and you can go ahead."
"But I want to know what is involved Eddie first. "I said.
"Sure Tony. "Jammaree said. "Can we have a drink somewhere quiet and I will explain everything to you."
At that point Eddie said. "I must leave you as I am going to try and see the Chairman straight away and see if we can sortthis out now."
Having said our goodbyes I took Jammaree to my living room.I don't want to drink alone, Tony?" She said as she looked at the orange juice I had poured myself, but I never drank alcohol and told her so. She sat next to me and tossed back half the glass of wine in one swallow while I sipped at my orange juice, unsure how to react. I looked at her cautiously. She caught me at it and burst out laughing.
"Don't you ever relax?" she asked. Then she went on. "You look like a puppy dog that isn't sure if he going to be kicked or not. Relax. I'm not going to eat you."
"I may not resist if you tried." I said jokingly. I stayed where I was, in the middle of the couch. She chuckled and patted the cushion right next to her, taking another sip of her second glass of wine. " I don't think that eating,is quite what I would do to you. I hear that you sure aint nicknamed donkey dick for nothing"
I could feel myself blushing ."Where did you hear that from? I asked "
