Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "Yellow" - "The Kicker, Part 1"

 

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Robbie opened his locker and hung his jacket inside. Already dressed in sweats, he headed for the workout room. Trunk Mahoney joined him in the doorway.

“I hear Coach has arranged for us to get rubdowns from Dale. Free.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He made some sort of deal. Like a package. One price for a bunch of guys.”

“She must need the money,” Robbie said.

“Who doesn’t? Are you gonna get one?”

Robbie shook his head. Damn, no way could he control himself if Dale was rubbing him down. No way. Once she put a hand on his thigh, it would be all over. He’d be damned if he’d be humiliated by his body in front of her.

“Yellow?” Trunk said, cocking an eyebrow.

“Me? I’m not afraid of nothing,” he said, though it wasn’t exactly true. He was afraid of snakes, sharks, and Dale Sawyer.

“Okay then.” Trunk pointed. “There’s the sign-up sheet.”

Robbie swallowed, hesitating a moment before grabbing the pen and paper. He scribbled his name on a date a week away. Hell, he’d need time to give his privates a good talking-to about Dale and how they were to pretend it was Trunk massaging him.

Trunk sniggered and signed up, too. “Okay, Anthony, we’ll see how long you can hold out.” The defenseman laughed.

Robbie contemplated giving him the finger and decided against it. He pushed past him and jumped on the treadmill. He needed a good workout. Just the thought of being almost naked under the deft hands of Dale Sawyer was already affecting his body. He turned the speed up. Sweat, sweat was what he needed. Good salty sweat to put out the fire.

He watched as one-by-one his teammates disappeared into the massage room. He envied them, and wondered if Dale had a “thing” for any of them. He grinned. Wait until she saw his body. She had a real treat coming. Not an ounce of fat to interfere with his amazing muscles.

He chuckled to himself. Maybe she’d be the one who needed to cool off after massaging him. Well, he could dream, couldn’t he?

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Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt - "Mouse"

 

Welcome! This week the word prompt is "mouse", or any form of the word. We're back at "The Kicker's Story" Part 1. Don't forget to read all the stories this week. You'll find them HERE. 

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Robbie showed up early for practice. He’d been having some trouble with his hamstring and wanted to ask the Kings’ trainer about it. He couldn’t afford to have any trouble with any muscle or tendon in his legs.

The hamstring was in his left, the non-kicking leg. Still, he used that leg to brace himself, and support the kicking leg. His left leg probably supported most of the weight when he kicked.

When he entered the training room, Assistant Coach Josephs was working with Bull Brodsky. Dale Sawyer, the team’s physical therapist was there. Robbie leaned against the door jamb and watched her work.

Her short dark hair glistened in the morning light pouring through the window. Slender, she had an athletic build. Robbie loved that look, female athletes turned him on. He’d had more than a few warm his bed. Gymnasts were his favorite. They could perform amazing feats in and out of bed!

Dale was professional. She’d never even looked at Robbie, even though he was probably the best-looking guy on the team. She talked and smiled at Bull, encouraging him. Yeah, sure she was cute, but kind of mousy. Definitely not his type. He liked sexy, bolder women, women who thought they could tame him and bring him home.

He loved the challenge a scheming woman held for him. She figured she’d lasso him into marriage. He enjoyed the game and foiling her plans.

Dale presented no challenge. She genuinely wasn’t interested in him. While he quietly took offense at her stand-offish attitude, he’d shrug and figure, “who wants to sleep with a mouse anyway?”

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Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

 

Welcome! This week is picture prompt week. All stories must be 300 words or so. We have another bit from "The Kicker, Part 1", Don't forget to visit all the authors.  You'll find them HERE. Thanks for stopping by. 

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The waiter brought over the small platter with steak cooked to perfection, and lobster for Claire, Robbie’s date. The Kings were in Boston to play the Patriots.

Robbie always called Claire before he came to Boston. He treated her to a good meal and she treated him to a night of unbelievable sex. Seemed like a square deal to him.

“My mother keeps asking me when I’m going to get married,” the pretty blonde said, staring at Robbie.

The word, “married”, killed his appetite. He toyed with his food and avoided her gaze. “Yeah?”

“She asked about you. How you’re doin’ and stuff.”

“What did you tell her?”

Claire smiled. “I told her you were just fine. She wanted to know if you’re serious.”

“Serious? About what?”

“About us. She wants to know if you might be proposing to me anytime soon. We are great together, right?” She grinned as she cracked a lobster claw.

“Yeah, yeah. Great. We’re great. It’s just that I’m not ready to get married.”

“No?”

“No. And we only see each other like twice a year.”

“I could come to Connecticut. If you’re serious.”

A swift, sharp pain zinged through Robbie’s stomach.

“I’m sorry, Claire. I’m not ready to be serious yet.”

“You dating a lot of girls?”

“One or two. But you’re my number one in Boston.”

“Yeah?”

“You bet.” He smiled and picked up her hand. He brought it to his mouth. “Let’s enjoy dinner and not worry about plans right now.”

“Okay. You know how I feel about you, though, right?”

“Yeah, I do.” Robbie turned his attention back to his steak. He’d decided this would be the last date with Claire. She was amazing, but he felt the noose tightening and didn’t like it. She’d find someone else. Easy peasy.

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Tuesday Tales - Branch is the word prompt

 

Welcome! This week we have another look at "The Kicker's Story, Part 1." The word prompt is "branch." Find out how the other authors have treated the word prompt by checking out their stories HERE. 

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Someday, maybe in ten years, he’d be ready to settle down and have kids. Maybe. He was only twenty-seven. Why should he settle for the fruit of only one tree when he was standing in the middle of an orchard? His father’s advice was, “Branch out, son.” And Robbie took it to heart.

He focused on the television and switched to the news. He liked to be up-to-date on stuff happening in the world. He shifted his position, folding a pillow under his head. Sure enough, after ten minutes he was sound asleep.

He awoke at eleven, his body all cramped and his attitude cranky. He swore as he switched off the tube and limped to his bedroom. He tore off his clothing and fell into bed. Tomorrow, he had practice, but no game and no travel, until the end of the week.

He lay in bed and envisioned Lyssa Sebastian, the Coach’s daughter. He’d dated briefly. Much too briefly. He hadn’t even gotten past first base before Coach strung him up by his balls. Suddenly he’d been scheduled for six hours of workout time, starting at six in the morning, every day.

He'd begged, he’d pleaded, said his kicking leg was cramping up every day. Coach twisted his lips into an evil smile.

“There’s one way you can get out of this.”

“There is? Tell me. Please. Tell me what it is. I’ll do anything.”

“Really?” Coach had raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, please!” Robbie was down on bended knee.”

“Okay. Stop dating my daughter.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep. Stop dating her and you can go on a regular workout schedule.”

Robbie resented Pete Sebastian for his ultimatum, but he obeyed. He tried to let Lyssa down easy, but she figured out what was going on. Robbie found out she’d stopped speaking to her father for a month. She’d stopped speaking to Robbie forever.

He wasn’t too sorry though. He knew he couldn’t date her forever without getting serious. Coach would demand a proposal and Robbie wasn’t ready. And the thought of being the Coach’s son-in-law gave him indigestion. Nope. He wasn’t ready to tie himself to the Connecticut Kings for a lifetime. No way.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "CRAZY" THE KICKER STORY - PART ONE

     

Welcome! This week we are starting something new. The Kicker Story is actually a book in two parts. We started with the kicker's story, which is part two! This week, we'll start the kicker's story part ONE! Yes, this is the story that comes first. I know, it's backward. But both stories are stand-alones. They will be tied together in an extensive epilogue at the end. 

In the meantime, the word prompt this week is "crazy". Don't forget to read the great Tuesday Tales stories you can find HERE. Thanks for stopping by. 

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Robbie Anthony, kicker of the Connecticut Kings, and seducer extraordinaire, parked his car in the driveway of the small house he owned in Shelton, Connecticut. He locked his vehicle, and entered the house from the back door to the kitchen.

He flipped on the central air conditioning, and poured himself a Coke. No alcohol during the season. He kicked off his shoes, and stretched out on his sectional sofa.

He flipped on the TV. It was nine already. He wasn’t hungry because he chowed down before the four o’clock game. He marveled that he wasn’t in the mood for porn, and channel surfed.

His cell buzzed. Ugh, it was Cathy. No way could he listen to her bitching at him again about not calling. He sent the call to voicemail.

Again, his phone sounded. Phylicia. Oh, boy, he knew better than to pick that one up. She’d spotted him at  The Savage Beast cozying up to a new waitress there. He’d lied to her about having to practice, so when she spied him, Coke in hand, breathing down the neck of the new girl, Phylicia went crazy! She yelled, screamed, and called him names.

Carla, the owner, had to have her husband, Trunk Mahoney, defensive lineman for the Kings, toss her out – nicely. Trunk threw a dirty look at Robbie, who slunk away and went home. Damn, that waitress, what was her name? Connie? Maybe. She was fine, though. And stupid Phylicia wrecked his chances with her. He’d be damned if he’d answer the phone.

Words that night from his teammate, Trunk, echoed in his head.

“Some day, Anthony, you’re gonna meet the girl you can’t get. And it’s gonna drive you fuckin’ nuts. I just hope I’m around to see it.”

Robbie smirked. Yeah, like that was really gonna happen to him.

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