Epilogue
As I settle into the bustling studio, my eyes fix on the monitors displaying Elliot’s first segment of the season on ACN. He stands confidently, his presence commanding yet still relaxed. It is amazing how far he has come in blending his sports expertise with charismatic media savvy. With each point he articulates about the game’s strategy and player dynamics, my heart swells with pride.
Elliot isn’t just a former player commenting. He is professional, shedding light on the intricacies of hockey with sharp and insightful analysis. Watching him interact with the other analysts, throwing in a joke here and there, he not only engages the audience, but also makes the complexities of hockey accessible, even exciting. This might be his first broadcast of the season, but he looks as though he’s been doing it for years.
Elliot stands confidently behind the ACN studio desk, the bustling pregame arena forming a lively backdrop. He is the same cocky, unhinged goalie, the same Elliot I know so well, but now shining in a different arena. The excitement for the new hockey season is strong, even rippling through the screen. He greets the viewers with his charismatic presence.
“Good evening, hockey fans, and welcome to another thrilling season of ACN Hockey Night! I’m Elliot St. Germain, and tonight, we’re kicking off the season with a blockbuster matchup between the reigning champs and the challengers who’ve been gearing up all summer for this moment. Expectations are high, and the energy here is electric!” His voice carries the same passion and intensity he once reserved for the ice, now captivating audiences across the country. Watching him turns me on while making me immensely proud of how seamlessly he has transitioned into this new role.
I watch Elliot on the monitor, his presence dominating the studio. The broadcast cuts to footage of the teams warming up on the ice, and Elliot’s voice fills the room.
“Both teams have made pivotal changes in the offseason,” he explains, his real-life experience shining through as he describes what to expect from both teams this season. “My former team, the Arizona Red Wolves and reigning Stanley Cup winners, have bolstered their defense with two key players known for their speed and agility, a clear counter to the fast-paced offensive strategy that’s become popular.” The camera then returns to him, and he engages with the touchscreen board, pointing out key players.
“Keep an eye on number 12, Ford Jensen, tonight—last season’s MVP,” he continues, his excitement evident. “It’s not just about the stars; hockey is a team sport, and it’s the depth of the lineup that often decides these early-season contests.” His analysis is spot-on, delivered with the charisma that only Elliot can bring.
Elliot looks great on camera, this side of him seems to be exactly where he belongs. The camera zooms in, perfectly capturing his passion about the game. He speaks with a seasoned grace.
“And let’s not forget the goalies. It’s a high-pressure job, and as a former goalie myself, I can tell you—tonight’s game could very well hinge on a single save. These guys will be the last line of defense, and their performance tonight will be crucial.” His insight reflects his deep understanding and respect for the position.
He concludes with a confident nod, wrapping up his segment, “So, whether you’re a fan of breathtaking goals or spectacular saves, tonight’s game has something for everyone. Stick with us for all the action, insights, and maybe a few surprises along the way. Let’s get ready for a fantastic season opener. It’s game time!”
Watching him there, so in his element, I am reminded of the many facets of Elliot that have drawn me to him. This is a man who lived and breathed hockey, yet here he is, shining just as brightly off the ice. His confidence and passion for the game radiates through the screen. It is incredibly sexy seeing him command the attention of viewers with the same intensity he commanded on the ice. It isn’t just pride that fills me; it’s desire, too.
Unable to resist the urge, I pull out my phone and send him a quick, daring text.
Ziggy: Meet me in
your dressing room
during the break .
I can tell the moment he sees it; I watch the flash of excitement cross his face before he masks it with his professional demeanor. I turn to make my way to his dressing room to wait for him.
As soon as he slips through the door, I waste no time. I press him against the wall, our lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. Our hands pull at our clothes with a desperate urgency. My panties are already soaked, my body ready for him, when he pushes my skirt up to my waist and pulls my thong down my legs. His finger dips into my arousal as he kisses up my neck. His hand play with my nipples through my clothes.
As he adds another finger to my aching pussy, I unzip his pants and pull his cock out. Already glistening with precum at the tip, I spread it down his length as I work my hand up and down. Within moments, his fingers have me breathless and begging for more as he expertly coaxes an orgasm out of me. He picks me up by the hips, pressing me against the door as he slams into me. The sudden feeling of fullness makes me scream. Elliot quickly presses his hand over my mouth.
“Shut the fuck up and bite into my hand as you come on my cock.” He whispers, his forehead to mine.
He pounds into me, over and over, as he wrings every ounce of pleasure from me, not once but twice, before filling me with his cum. The thrill of a work quicky and knowing that he has to go back on air adds an extra layer of intensity.
As he adjusts his suit, a wicked grin spreads across his face. He does his best to adjust my clothing. Making me look a little bit more like I did when I entered the dressing room.
“I’m going to be thinking about your wet thong in my pocket and my cum leaking down your leg while I finish my broadcast, my Anatife,” he whispers, his voice low and husky.
“Be a good girl and go back out there and watch me,” he adds, giving me a light spank as he ushers me out the door.
Flushed and still slightly disheveled, I return to my spot behind the monitor, my body still tingling from having Elliot between my thighs. Watching him return to the broadcast, composed and charismatic, only intensifies the heat within me. This is our new reality–thrilling, unpredictable, and utterly intoxicating.