Locker Room Three-Way
Smashwords edition
Copyright 2012 by Toby Graham
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is coincidental.
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Locker Room Three-Way
There were plenty of things Trina didn't like about her position as sports reporter for her local TV news team – the long hours, the travel and the constant feeling that she was a woman in a man's world all jumped to mind pretty quickly – but to her surprise, the near endless cat-calls were not on that list. In a career that had her getting out of bed at all hours in the morning and preparing her makeup in a car's side mirror more often than not, she loved that she was sexy enough to taunt the hell out of the boys in the locker room.
It had actually become a bit of a hobby for her. She'd taken to wearing tops with lower necklines, skirts that traveled just a little bit higher than they might have needed. She loved the attention, knowing she was walking into these rooms full of hot, sweaty, muscular men and flaunting her body in front of them. She loved knowing they had to hide their erections while talking to her. She loved knowing they were staring at her ass as she walked away. When she got the call to be the beat reporter for the local baseball team, she jumped at it. Who could pass up the chance to be in a room with that many sweaty, muscle-bound men?
Longer road trips were particularly fun, because all the guys would be so desperate for action by the end of the week they'd be horny wrecks, stumbling over themselves just for a chance to talk to her, to be closer to that body of hers. Some would slip innuendo or subtle come-ons into their answers as she interviewed them, and she'd play it off with a laugh. Some were a bit more direct, and while she still laughed them off she did it with a gravity that said to them, maybe, just maybe, one day. It kept them coming back for more and kept plenty of interview opportunities coming in, so she was more than happy to use it to her advantage. Being in such control over a room full of athletes was an incredible turn-on for her, and her job gave her countless chances to exercise that control on a daily basis.
One such athlete was John Stevens, one of the team's pitchers. He was a young thing, tall, with a lithe build and not a shred of fat to him – and he had it bad for Trina. She had to admit he was one of her favorites, with his smile and his good looks. The way he'd drop everything just to talk to her was adorable. The media/player relationship being what it is, Trina was sure never to make any advances; besides, she figured, he was more a boy than a man anyway.
One night, Trina found herself in the locker room long after everyone else had cleared out. She was sitting on one of the benches, looking over her notes and scribbling furiously into a small notepad. Deadline wasn't too long after she got back to the office, and she wanted to make sure she had as much written as possible. Still, she needed comments from the starting pitcher – and John was taking forever in the shower.
She was getting ready to get up and yell something into the shower when John finally emerged – completely naked.
Trina had seen her fair share of cocks during her time in these locker rooms. Players didn't really have much in terms of decency, and most of them were more than willing to walk around without a towel if it meant getting a blush out of some of the reporters. Some of them just had a reason to brag. Trina had managed to ignore all of it thus far, some times were more difficult than others.