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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