Player who gets played

"Come on dude, we should celebrate and you should forget about that fancy debutante of yours. You know I smell trouble the first time mom tried to introduce you to her. She looked too damn happy."

My younger brother Winston kept on nagging me, to come to Players tonight. I was actually looking forward to relax and drown myself in pity.

"Okay...Winnie, but just for a couple of hours okay? I got to go to the beach house tomorrow and air out the house. I need to start my training for my next championship." I said as I start getting my fresh shirt from the walk-in closet.

"Damn man...you work too hard. Being an athlete is hard work. I don't get why you're not retiring already? You got your houses and modeling thing already. Why are you so money hungry bro?"

He was asking while he types on his phone, confirming our meet with the rest of the guys.

"I happen to like my job brother. Come we better get going, and get Sam to drive us I'm not risking an accident so close to my championship date."

It was half an hour later when we finally arrived at Players. Our buddy Jack is the bartender there, so it's a given.

"Shane is a cool boss for letting you off the hook every time we're here." Grady starts sitting down in our VIP lounge, while his twin brother Percy was busy buttering up to a woman by the bar.

"Nah...it's because you guys always spend shit loads of money every time that you're here. I'm actually like his whore who assured all of you would spend more money, by accompanying you guys on the VIP lounge."

We all laughed at Jack's explanation and raises our glass then start cheering to the said whore.

Percy joined us moments later. Saying he had hooked us up with a bunch of girls, I groaned to his words.

"I thought we're here to help me get over a woman?"

"Exactly, now...what better way to forget a woman than being with another woman?" my cheeky brother Winston said eagerly.

"Come on...there are five of them too. Usually, me and Graddy have to share one just because we're twins. Now, we can each have one." Percy chimed in.

"Damn it Percy you're talking about sharing woman like you're sharing your lunch with your brother. Okay...we're doing this. Just because tonight will be the last night before my training starts, and I'll be moving to the beach house."

"Okay then...let's go..." Winston was eagerly getting up joining Percy.

"Wait...why don't you get them here to our VIP lounge. Surely we will talk more comfortable here." I said already regretting my words, cause my lazy ass seemed to attach cozily to the sofa.

"Man, they're in the VVIP lounge, more space there dude. I think one of the chicks is loaded, is either that or Shane hooked them up...." Percy said while drinking his bourbon.

Winston finally took my hand and tugged me up.

"Jeez brother, hold down on the excitement will ya. You really don't want to appear like a dog in heat in front of them." I muttered as finally follow them to the VVIP section. Jack draped his arm onto my shoulder.

"Just stick with me man, we'll get this over and done with. And send you home with the sexiest one."

I laughed at him. Jack is a true bartender, he can always make my mood lighten up again.

We reached the women moments later. And in seconds, I already knew which one I wanted to spend the rest of the night with.

She has the most curvaceous body that my hands were itching to touch. Her hair was dark, long and up in a high ponytail. I could already imagine tugging it harshly, while I have her from behind.

I could hear her laughter, as we were greeted by one of her friends. It was a very nice sound that made me turn her way and at the same time, she look at me raising an eyebrow.

Well....well...

"So ladies, this is Winston, and his brother Allen, and this is Jack and lastly my twin brother Grady."

"Hei Jack, you're the bartender right? I'm Lucie...girls I got dibs on him..." she was the first one, who bravely approached our so-called pack.

She traced her hand on his shirt sexily, and wink at him making Jack laughed at her.

"See Jack, I've been checking you out from the bar..." she said seductively, while her friends were cheering and giggling from her back.

"Vodka martini with a lemon twist...yeah I remembered how you suck and lick that lemon from your sexy lips." Jack started flirting back with her already.

Damn this night is going to end very fast for some of us.

Both were quickly disappearing to the dance floor, while Grady and Percy cozily seated between two women. Winston was quickly chatting up with a woman named Cora.

"So, I guess that leaves you and me? I'm Allen by the way." I scooted over to the ponytailed sexy bombshell.

She gave me the sweetest smile, as her hand drop to my thigh. Wow...hotdamn.

"Mm...hmm...I'm Louise. You can scream Lou when I decided that we should get to know each other better." She whispered her words seductively in my ear, her hot breath fans the crook of my neck making goosebumps on my back.

For the first time in my thirty years of living, I had no comebacks for a woman's flirtation.

I was still silent when she slowly gets up, teasing me with her body inches from my face. I was trying my hardest to keep myself calm, then she tugged my hand and lead me to the dance floor.

"Your brother is so going to be thoroughly fuck by Louise." I distinctively heard one of her girlfriends said to Winston, as he let out a laugh and took another sip of his drink.

"Ehh...I don't dance..." I finally spoke out.

"Hmm..you don't have to gorgeous... just put your hand here and here..." she put my hands on her lower waist. I could feel her skin from the thin material of her dress that she wasn't wearing any underwear. My fucking God.

She smirked looking at me, her hands rested on my chest as she smiles seductively at me.

"So, what do you do for a living Allen?" she trailed her hands up slowly to the back of my neck and sway her body with mine, we weren't dancing to the music we were swaying sensually slow to our own pace.

"I'm a model, " I said while clearing my throat, her fingers were playing with the ends of my hair giving me a very hard on.

Fuck!

I had never been aroused this hard in my life before. But she was easily making me wish that she would fuck me already, just by the small touches and sexy teases.

This is going to be a very long night!

We were slow dancing to the rave beats for the longest time. Her body was glued to mine and I didn't want to peel myself off of her.

"You know that people might think we're crazy slow dancing to this kind of music."

"Yeah, we should probably go. You want to get out of here?" she asked smiling sweetly at me.

Yeah...obviously anywhere but here...

My friends and brother were long gone with her friends and both of our rides.

The cool night air greeted us when we reached outside the club. She was still putting on her coat.

"Ms. Dixon, please allow me...Mr. Shane Gregory our owner, would like to provide you with our complimentary ride to any place of your choosing....evening Mr. Mills."

It was Tommy the bouncer, he was opening the backseat door to a sleek black SUV.

"Thomas." I nodded at him but said nothing more.

"So, Mr. Mills...where to now that we have our ride?" She circled her hand on the crook of my arm.

I pulled her in and whispered in her ear, intentionally trying to make her want me more that she would take me back.

"Up to you Ms. Dixon, I'm giving this night for you."

Then I ended my words by slowly trailing my kisses to her cheek, close enough that it reached the end of her lips. But I retreated myself back when I feel that she wanted more.

There...

"My place it is then." She sighed looking at me with her lustful eyes.

I let her inform the driver of our destination, then let her relaxed back in my arms.

"So, I've never seen you at Players before. Not that we're a regular, but still..."

She quietly sighed as my hand trail to her thigh, caressing her naked skin just before the end of her dress.

"Been busy, work..."

"Yeah, modeling you said?"

"Uh-huh...very tough and demanding work, " I said smirking, while I keep on looking at her. We were playing our little seduction game as if we have all the time in the world.

She laughed at my explanation knowingly. I never did like to tell them about my surfing thing. I'd like my one-night stands to know the shallow and fun part side of myself, rather than them knowing about my worldwide championship reigning career.

No hassle, no attachment.

I was going down that road again, after spending eight months working hard on an already doomed relationship. I was blaming mom obviously for setting me up with her. But I know, I was to blame too by letting her latched herself to me.

Myra was one of those leggy modelesque women, with soft beautiful features perfect for magazine covers.

She was tolarable for the first few months, then she started telling me how her friends' boyfriends were gifting the girls' jewelry, and she wanted me to do the same. At first, I was playing along with her, but then she needed more than my money.

She needed my time, saying that I didn't spend enough time with her. And that was when our vacations abroad start to mess with my training. I almost lost my title, if it wasn't for my good luck that my highest contender was suddenly involved in an accident and break his ankle.

"Come, let me show you my place and you can show me something else."

The car stopped in front of a medium-sized apartment complex in a nice secluded neighborhood. I was liking the place already.

We were kissing all the way up to her place, it was a nice cozy sizeable studio apartment. Nothing personal, it felt kind of distant but maybe that was just her preference.

"Allen..."

"Sshh...I've been wanting to kiss you properly all night." I was playfully biting her neck and caressing her nipples, the moment we stepped into her place.

"I need to go to the ladies..." she giggled to my kisses.

I let her go to the bathroom, while she told me to take a seat and make myself at home.

"Can I make our coffee?"

"Yeah sure...it's all on the shelf above the coffee maker, milk is on the fridge." She shouted on her way to the bathroom.

I let her do her thing while I make our coffee. Minutes went by when she finally appeared in her shorts and an oversize t-shirt.

Okay...must be some new fantasy I've been missing out on in the last couple of months.

She was walking towards me with a fresh face, clear from all the makeup and she was even more beautiful. Damn...I don't know how long I could hold myself from her.

"So, turns out I got my period..."

Oh fuck...

She must've seen my face when she let out her laughter and patted my cheek.

"Yup...exactly that. Look, I understand if you want to leave." She looked at me with a non-readable expression. But there was something in her that made me shake my head and pointed to the coffee.

"Nope, I already made the coffee, at least you can let me stay and enjoy it? We can talk while doing some PG thirteen stuff?.." I said, but already poured my black coffee and added a teaspoon of sugar.

She was doing the exact same thing to her coffee.

Interesting...

Myra hated black coffee saying that it would stain her teeth.

Wait, why am I even thinking about that leech?

"... I have things to do the morning anyway I need my beauty sleep in a couple of more hours. But I still like kissing you...you have the sexiest edible lips."

She smiled, then take my hand and her coffee on the other. We were finally seated while watching some random late-night news with a very small volume.

"Now that you know I'm a model, will you share what do you do on your daily basis? I'm not going to stalk you I promise."

She laughed and slowly drink her coffee.

"I'm in finance, it's a boring industry yours is much more exciting. Obviously more beautiful people."

She was tracing her hand along my jawline and finally pulled me down to kiss her.

She was moaning my name, and I was taking off her shirt and trailing my kisses down to her nipples.

"Allen...oh fuck!" she cursed arching her back for more.

"You know I haven't done this in years...just the making out thing...I think... this...would be....very...interesting."

I was kissing her deep and trailing my hands all over her body, while she let me pleasure her and edge her repeatedly.

"This is definitely not good for me..." she moaned her words making me chuckle, and I eventually peeled myself away from her.

We spend hours talking and kissing each other on and off, until dawn was peeking from her window.

"I had never spent this much time talking and making out before. But I think I extended our coffee time far too long already. I should get back and let you rest."

"Okay..." she was breathless, her lips were swollen sexily.

"Can I have your number?"

"I thought this was supposed to be a one-night thing?"

But she smirked and type in her number before we said our goodbyes. Sam had arrived already at the parking lot, waiting for me.

"Where to Sir?"

"Home Sam, I need to get my things then straight to the beach house. And stop with the Sir, I feel so damn old. It's Allen. Please."

"Yes, of course."

I rest my head to the back seat and close my eyes to only see her, in my short distance drive sleeping to the house.

We arrived at the beach house just before dawn. I told Sam to get back to the city and rest.

"I won't be needing you here Sam, but I think mom needs to check on the Vineyard Villa for her charity thing, so she would probably ask for you."

"Very well." He said as a goodbye speech for me.

Thinking I could never change his behavior, so I just let him be. He had been working for me, for almost a year now. Myra was the one that suggested the idea, she was all about the socialite lifestyle. Sam was actually the only good thing that comes out of my failed relationship with her.

I took my bag inside, and leave everything on the kitchen floor, and headed to the master bedroom. Stripping off my clothes, I sighed when my naked back touched the cool sheets.

Sam had already arranged for the maid to come to clean the house and also stocked the fridge. I didn't actually have to air the house, I just need a day for my head to get back in the game before my training.

My thoughts were back to the brunette, Louise. I took my phone and finally couldn't hold the urge to text her.

Good morning...Have a nice dream. (Allen)

I finally fell asleep, after waiting for her text back for a couple of minutes.

She must be sleeping.

It was almost noon when my stomach growled for attention. I lazily got up and do my morning thing, or noon. I was going to lounge all day and maybe swim or surf later before I start my routines tomorrow morning.

The kitchen has always been the most used part of the area, whenever I was at the beach house. I would always cook my own food to fulfill my dietary needs. Winston was right, being an athlete is hard work.

And obviously eating healthy was one of them. That was the first thing that I learned after I got noticed, and signed by my agent. She said that diet and exercise will get more wins, she was quick in grooming me and hooking me up with a nutritionist.

When I was little we used to have a very lavish lifestyle. Dad was still alive back then, and he was building a very big and extravagant beach house. Winston was still five at that time.

Then the economy takes a turn for the worst, and dad lost his job. He tried to go out on his own for a couple of years, but all the money was sucked into the build of the beach house.

And since it was too big of a house and still wasn't finish, he couldn't get it sold. Then all four of us were living on a trailer by the beach or at one of our neighbor's backyard since the house was eventually foreclosed by the bank from all of our debts.

I would see mom cry and dad started drinking. At that time we were living from food coupons, charity, and the kindness of their friends. I was fifteen and Winston was ten back then, and we were all crunched together sleeping in a trailer that dad managed to buy with the last of the money in his savings.

That was when I started surfing to get away from it all. A friend of dad's left his board with us, and he never bothers to get it back. And that board had become the escape of my everyday life.

Then a year later dad passed away from a heart attack, leaving me at sixteen as the head of the family. Mom had started to get into depression, and Winston was just still being a kid at eleven.

I was working any job that anyone was offering, I even strip for some bachelorette's party when I needed the money for Winston's school trip and mom's upcoming birthday that year. Obviously I lied about my age, cause I needed the money.

But every time I was at sea, I feel the vastness of the world. The moment I started to paddle into the ocean, my smile would grow as I watched the endless shoreline that promised me freedom and a short escape from the dreadful reality of my life.

Dude. Sorry I didn't get to say goodbye last night. Just call me if you're bored I'll bring back up to the beach. (Winston)

My phone buzzed with a text from Winston, he just stops my walk down to memory lane. Being at the beach is a relaxation but at the same time, also a reminder, and my little brother would sometimes worry about me being at the beach house alone.

It's okay Winnie, I'm having lunch everything is good. I'll see you in the city. (Allen)

I pressed send and continue on eating the steamed chicken while drinking cold lemon water. I was scrolling my phone, still waiting for a message from her.

I guess she's busy. I should really forget about her. I'll just go for a swim after this.

I was down by the beach an hour later, the air was cool and cloudy at the same time. The wave was calm, I dropped my towel on the sand and do some stretching before I start walking into the cool seawater.

Swimming further into the ocean I could feel my body started to relax. My mind was at ease as I start to focus on my strokes, and my breathing and continue pushing my strength to the limit. Then when exhaustion took over my body, I decided to swim back to the beach.

The rest of the afternoon was spent by continuously checking on my phone for her text.

Damn, she really got me hooked.

Trying to keep my mind from her, I decided to go to Novelty and visit Archie. It has been a while since I saw him. He had texted me last month that he had just renovated the place, and he had invited me for coffee.

"Archie, man...I swear every time I see you, you keep on getting younger and younger." I greeted the older man, the bookstore owner.

"Ah...my favorite surfer, come in Allen. Have a seat, I'll make you a cup." He said, welcoming me in his hug. I had worked for him in my early teen years. He was one of the coastal locals, who knew about my family. He had taken me under his wing and taught me the wonderful world in books. I used to read for hours before I ended my day cramped in our tiny trailer.

"Wow...this place, this is a very nice Archie. How have you been? wait.. is that a wedding band? you lucky man..." I said hugging him again, he laughed and hugged me back.

"... Congratulations Archie! so...who's the lucky lady?" my smile grew in anticipation.

"Ahh...my sweet young Allen, that would be me..." her voice was heard before I could even see her.

"Oh damn! Alice! no fucking way!!" I quickly hugged her and twirl her, making her laughed at me.

Alice was also one of the lovely townspeople, who would give me her leftover from her cake shop. There were days when we would only eat her cakes, and rationed them for our daily meals. I would help her out carrying boxes, and in return, she gave me money for our daily needs.

"You two are my favorite people, congratulation you guys! oh...I'm so going to spoil both of you with the wedding gifts." I laughed and give them a big group hug.

We talked for hours and Alice insisted me on having dinner there, so I was back at the beach house just before nine with my full belly. My hands were carrying her desserts and several books that I had Archie pre-ordered for me.

I was reading and relaxing with my stack of books just before I go to sleep when my mind wonders to Louise.

Oh Goddamn it!