Free ROMANCE: End Zone Desires (Sports Bisexual MMF Menage Romance) (New Adult Threesome Romance Short Stories) by Natalia Wood Page A
Authors: Natalia Wood
slip up in the air, “Ursa Cookson got the winning ticket, folks, our girl is going to go footballing,” she announces that I’m the winner.
“I’ll buy your ticket,” one of the younger lads shouts over to me.
“Nope,” I shout back, “this trip is mine to keep.”
Chapter 2 The Limo
Of course, work gave me paid leave as well, all part of the prize, so I wasn’t complaining. Everyone was happy for me, and of few of the boys, jealous, but so what. I won it fair and square.
I took a local flight to New York, but it was only about an hour long, I’m not too keen on flying, the seats are often too small for my frame, but this flight was first class and there was plenty of room. My neighbor is looking after Trojan, my cat, so everything is sorted.
The flight was smooth and easy with the hostesses totally attentive, in no time at all we’re landing at JFK Airport in New York. I was told to look for a placard with my name on, and I spot it as soon as I pass through the arrivals gate. It is being held by one of the dishiest guys I’ve ever set eyes upon, and stood next to him is another gorgeous hunk. Suddenly, cameras start flashing around us and I realize that they’re flashing at little old me, making me feel very special, I was glad I had dressed for the occasion.
The two guys come over to greet me, and judging by the way the photographers are flashing their cameras, I gather these two are professional football players.
They both approach me and introduce themselves.
“Welcome to New York, Ursa, I’m Valdeze Miller and this is Zac Wilkinson, and we’re assigned to be your escort while you’re here, so how about we do a quick photo session and then rush you off in the car?”
“Okay,” is all I could think to say, as I feel so overwhelmed, I never knew this team was so famous.
We did the photos of me and two huge, hunky guys. I have to say, they are both very dishy, and I’m beginning to feel like a super star with all the attention I’m receiving from the photographers, and my two chaperones.
We make our way through the airport with the photographers following us, snapping away. Then we arrived at the car, and what a car it is. A huge stretch-limousine in black, with tinted windows, it must be the size of over two cars.
Valdeze opens the door for me and I clamber inside. If the limo looked impressive outside , the inside is totally amazing. Full leather upholstery, more like a luxurious couch than a car. The seat stretches all the way around in a u shape. There’s a huge flat screen TV, with polished wood tables, and a cocktail cabinet. This car interior is almost bigger than my living room, at home.
We all settle down on the leather seats, and Valdeze hands me a glass of bubbly.
“It’s non-alcoholic,” he says, as he’s toasting to the photographers who are still trying to take our photos as we’re settling into the car. “I’m sorry about this, we have to do it for the publicity. The charity tickets bring in a lot interest, so we’re assigned a winner, in pairs. However, let me assure you Ursa, you have the best pair in the team. By the time you go home, your gonna love this team, that’s if you don’t already.”
“Oh, well, erm...” I stutter, slightly embarrassed, as I admit to my lack of knowledge about pro-football. “I don’t know anything, sorry, I just happen to be the one to win the ticket, sorry guys,” for some reason I wanted to be honest with them.
“That’s cool,” Zac says to me, “you’ll know plenty when we’re finished with you, I promise.”
These guys were genuinely lovely, they acted like gentlemen, giving no sign that this was all part of the job. They really seem to be enjoying themselves, and I certainly am, how could I not, in such charming company?
“Well, cheers, to being the chaperone to such a beautiful lady,” Valdeze says, in a deep, husky voice, with a
“I’ll buy your ticket,” one of the younger lads shouts over to me.
“Nope,” I shout back, “this trip is mine to keep.”
Chapter 2 The Limo
Of course, work gave me paid leave as well, all part of the prize, so I wasn’t complaining. Everyone was happy for me, and of few of the boys, jealous, but so what. I won it fair and square.
I took a local flight to New York, but it was only about an hour long, I’m not too keen on flying, the seats are often too small for my frame, but this flight was first class and there was plenty of room. My neighbor is looking after Trojan, my cat, so everything is sorted.
The flight was smooth and easy with the hostesses totally attentive, in no time at all we’re landing at JFK Airport in New York. I was told to look for a placard with my name on, and I spot it as soon as I pass through the arrivals gate. It is being held by one of the dishiest guys I’ve ever set eyes upon, and stood next to him is another gorgeous hunk. Suddenly, cameras start flashing around us and I realize that they’re flashing at little old me, making me feel very special, I was glad I had dressed for the occasion.
The two guys come over to greet me, and judging by the way the photographers are flashing their cameras, I gather these two are professional football players.
They both approach me and introduce themselves.
“Welcome to New York, Ursa, I’m Valdeze Miller and this is Zac Wilkinson, and we’re assigned to be your escort while you’re here, so how about we do a quick photo session and then rush you off in the car?”
“Okay,” is all I could think to say, as I feel so overwhelmed, I never knew this team was so famous.
We did the photos of me and two huge, hunky guys. I have to say, they are both very dishy, and I’m beginning to feel like a super star with all the attention I’m receiving from the photographers, and my two chaperones.
We make our way through the airport with the photographers following us, snapping away. Then we arrived at the car, and what a car it is. A huge stretch-limousine in black, with tinted windows, it must be the size of over two cars.
Valdeze opens the door for me and I clamber inside. If the limo looked impressive outside , the inside is totally amazing. Full leather upholstery, more like a luxurious couch than a car. The seat stretches all the way around in a u shape. There’s a huge flat screen TV, with polished wood tables, and a cocktail cabinet. This car interior is almost bigger than my living room, at home.
We all settle down on the leather seats, and Valdeze hands me a glass of bubbly.
“It’s non-alcoholic,” he says, as he’s toasting to the photographers who are still trying to take our photos as we’re settling into the car. “I’m sorry about this, we have to do it for the publicity. The charity tickets bring in a lot interest, so we’re assigned a winner, in pairs. However, let me assure you Ursa, you have the best pair in the team. By the time you go home, your gonna love this team, that’s if you don’t already.”
“Oh, well, erm...” I stutter, slightly embarrassed, as I admit to my lack of knowledge about pro-football. “I don’t know anything, sorry, I just happen to be the one to win the ticket, sorry guys,” for some reason I wanted to be honest with them.
“That’s cool,” Zac says to me, “you’ll know plenty when we’re finished with you, I promise.”
These guys were genuinely lovely, they acted like gentlemen, giving no sign that this was all part of the job. They really seem to be enjoying themselves, and I certainly am, how could I not, in such charming company?
“Well, cheers, to being the chaperone to such a beautiful lady,” Valdeze says, in a deep, husky voice, with a
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