Chapter 5
“You can’t be mad at me over my opinion. I’m telling you, Mercer won’t last long in this league. He’s a liability.” My co-host Luke was acting as if Devin paid him to defend him. Every time I uttered a word against him, it turned into world war three.
“I’m not mad, I’m just saying you have no stats to back this up, and that’s why I only like to discuss sports with people who have played the game.” Normally, I brushed our convos off like friendly banter, but this time he had taken it too far.
“You mean with women.” He looked at me confused, but I knew exactly what I was saying.
“Excuse me?” He had the nerve to feign innocent.
“You meant, you don’t like to discuss sports with women.
If a man was sitting here saying the same things I was saying, you would have no problem with it.
Listen, my job is not to stroke your ego, and it’s damn sure not to stay in my place.
I’m here to talk sports, stats, talent, and in this case, lack thereof. ”
“Whooooaaaa. It is hot in here today. How about, we turn the heat up another notch. It seems we have a caller that wants to chime in. Sally, put them through.” My other co-host Jerry had this sinister smile on his face, so whoever was on this line was not to help me.
They were about to gang up on my ass like an initiation into the bloods.
“What up, Fam.” My heart sank in my chest hearing Devin’s voice.
“Well, it seems we have The Mercenary here to defend himself. How do you feel about what’s being said here tonight?” Jerry was instigating, but I was ready for whatever.
“I think, somebody got me fucked up at that news station.” I rolled my eyes because they should have known how he was going to respond.
“Hey, Mercer. We’re on live tv, so try to keep it clean if you can.”
“If you wanted me to keep it clean, then you should have stopped a mufucka from disrespecting me.”
“Devin, the only thing I did was speak facts.” I interrupted him before it went too far. I was trying my best to reel it in.
“Shh, baby girl I’ll get to you in a minute. Right now, I’m speaking to Luke.” We all looked at each other confused as I tried to ignore that my pussy jumped from him calling me baby girl.
“Excuse me?” Luke had been defending him the entire segment, so he was lost as was I.
“You seem to say that a lot. Do someone have that word copyrighted and pay you to use it fifty times in one segment? You’re a misogynistic fuck boy who thinks what he says is law because he said it.
Blaise has been presenting facts to back up her claims, yet you keep trying to diminish her point of view because she’s a woman.
Baby girl handing you your ass, and that’s the best you could come up with?
” I opened my mouth and closed it back. Shocked was an understatement.
“I simply tried telling her she didn’t know sports. Not because she’s a woman, but because she only sees numbers. I was defending you.” Luke almost whispered the last part like he was begging Devin to back off.
“Do I look like the type that needs defending? It’s only one thing Blaise could do with her mouth that would affect me.” The gasps came from everyone in the studio.
“Okay, I think we can wrap this call up now. Mercer, thank you so much for calling in.” Jerry was bright red, and my pussy was thumping so loud I prayed nobody would hear me.
“Aight, bet. Before I go, Blaise.”
“Yes.” That was all I could get to come out of my mouth.
“See you soon.” I imagined him winking at me and licking his lips after he said it and my body was on fire.
“Well, there you have it folks. Real raw sports. We’re going to take a well needed break. Up next after our commercial break we have talks on the new stadium. Will it be in Chicago or Indiana.” When they cut, I removed my mic and ran towards Tyla’s desk. She had the biggest grin on her face.
“Run to my office and get me some wet wipes, I have five minutes, so be quick.”
“I bet that lil cat is leaking after that call.”
“Tyla, focus. Meet me in the bathroom.” I didn’t want to take the chance going myself even though I had a bathroom in my office.
A million people would have tried to stop me and discuss what just happened, but I didn’t have the time.
Running in the stall, I removed my panties and threw them in the garbage.
They were soaking wet. I couldn’t believe Devin still had that effect on me.
I know them bathrooms in college hated to see me coming.
Ugggghhhh!! And what the hell did he mean he will see me soon?
****
“Bend over.” I looked at Garrett like he was crazy.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your last segment was sexy as fuck. I love when you get riled up like that. It reminds me of when we first met.”
“I didn’t know I still turned you on. You seem to find every whore in the city of Chicago to screw, so you can avoid doing me.”
“Blaise don’t do that. You know I love you, and of course I’m turned on by you; I made you in this image.
I just have a big appetite. Now, do as your husband said and bend over.
” Nodding towards the door, I motioned for him to lock it.
Garrett was right, this was what I signed up for, and my life was good.
Lonely at times, but good. However, I didn’t give a fuck about him being turned on.
My pussy cat was still begging to be touched after Devin’s call and I needed to release.
Walking around the desk, I hiked my skirt up, and bent over.
Coming up behind me, Garrett pulled his dick out, and pushed inside of me. Replaying the call in my head, I let Devin’s voice vibrate through my body and in twenty seconds flat, I was cumming all over his dick.
“Damn, that’s right. Cum for daddy. I know you be missing this dick, that’s why you all riled up.
” I rolled my eyes and continued to throw it back, so he could hurry up and nut.
Garrett was full of shit and we both knew it.
He was only in here trying to fuck me because of Devin’s call.
This was his way of reminding me that I was his and I wasn’t allowed to tell him.
I heard his message loud and clear and got me some relief as well. I was winning even when I was losing.