Chapter 3. Shane

2011

With Theo settling in quickly as a rookie and earning a reputation as one of the best in the league, both Shane and Theo figured they would most likely reside in the Virginia area long enough to justify buying property there. Theo, being the family man that he was, had already started building his life with his wife Vienna, and they had bought a massive mansion, which Vienna seemed to redecorate annually.

Shane bought a luxury townhouse close to the Wolverines practice facility and Dulles airport. He traveled plenty with the team and had a few more players on his roster that he represented to the best of his ability. He preferred to keep his client list small, so he could fully focus on his guys and give them the time they deserved.

He was still single. No way in hell did he feel ready to limit himself to one woman, no matter how much his mom - Edith - kept throwing him hints that she was ready for grandchildren. Instead, he stuck with his usual M.O. He picked up women at hotels. It was quick and easy. No attachments, no clingy girl to chase out of the house the next morning. Or during the night if she happened to be a talker.

Finding willing women was the easiest thing in the world. Did he use the fact that he worked around athletes? Fuck yeah, he did. Why the hell not? He hung out with the guys at hotels on game weekends, and the women noticed him when they noticed them. He was a tall, attractive guy and he knew it.

His shoulders were broad, and he was muscular from top to bottom. Longish blonde hair with natural highlights gave him that young Brad Pitt look, but with silvery gray eyes. He had the kind of eyes that made women take a second look when he spoke to them. The kind that could look velvety and sweet when he wanted them to, but cold and hard when it was needed.

So far everything worked for him. His looks, his charms, his business sense and his shrewd mind, had carried him further than he had thought possible when he took on Theo as his first client. Back then he’d been worried that Theo would be his ONLY client, but that proved wrong once Theo re-signed a massive contract after his rookie year. It was a contract that put them both on the map.

Shane had been smart and had invested wisely. If he wanted to retire now – he could. But nothing turned him on like a good deal. He thrived on negotiations. Negotiations where he normally came out on top. He wasn’t scared to walk away from a low-ball offer, and that’s what made him so good. His guys got the best contracts, and the commissions brought him hefty sums of money. Money he didn’t spend on ridiculous sports cars, child support or alimonies.

No, Shane was smart and stayed on top of his game. He wrapped up when he got laid and made sure no one handled the used condom but him. He had seen too much crazy shit go down to get fooled by some chick desperate for a paycheck.

But with the job came the events Shane would have preferred to do without. The wining and dining of coaches, general managers, and scouts. Keeping the staff on his good side was the smart thing to do, so he did what had to be done. Today he was expected to show up at an engagement party for the GM’s daughter. She was marrying some trust fund kid with a smooth baby face.

“What’s up?” Theo asked when Shane got in his black Jeep. Thank God Theo was driving so he could at least have some drinks, Shane thought to himself.

“Regretting my career choice right about now,” he answered with a dramatic sigh.

“No you don’t,” Theo chuckled. “You love your job.”

“Yeah, you are right. But I hate this extra bullshit.”

Theo nodded and then shrugged. “Part of the life.”

“You don’t have to remind me. At least I look fucking good in a suit though.”

“Yeah, you do.” Theo agreed with a smirk. “Until you stand next to me.”

Shane couldn’t help but laugh. “You still talk too much shit.”

“It’s what I do best.”

When Shane realized they were close to the GM’s house in Vienna, he pulled down the passenger side mirror and checked his perfect hair. “God, I hope I at least get laid.” 

“When do you not get laid?” Theo shook his head in amusement.

“True. My reputation as the best lover in the country usually precedes me.”

“Yeah,” Theo shot back. “But only because I’m off the market now.”

Shane grinned and punched Theo lightly on the shoulder. They handed off the car to a valet, who parked it behind a shiny red Porsche and next to a Maserati. Theo’s dirty Jeep stood out like a sore thumb. Shane loved that about Theo. He didn’t give a shit.

They followed the beautiful hand-painted signs to the back of the house where a big garden had been converted to the perfect party venue. Big white tents stretched across a perfectly manicured lawn. Tiny fairy lights sprinkled in trees and bushes, illuminating the warm evening with a soft glow. Flowers were everywhere, and their sweet scent lingered in the air.

Theo got caught up with some of his teammates, so Shane snatched a glass of champagne from a sexy waitress, who was carrying a tray full of the generously filled crystal flutes. He looked her up and down and a wicked smile slowly spread across his handsome face when he saw her blush.

“How late do you work?” he asked, enjoying the way her nipples hardened against the crisp white dress shirt she was wearing.

“Midnight or later,” she whispered as if scared someone would rat her out to the caterer. She must be new if she didn’t realize most of the waitresses here would be fucking a football player later on.

“What if I don’t want to wait that long, gorgeous?”

She blushed some more and looked around to make sure no one was watching her.

“I can take a break in about an hour,” she admitted and Shane smiled even wider.

“Meet me in an hour on the second floor in the hallway by the powder room,” he demanded. He didn’t wait for her response before walking away with a confident swagger.

Shane mingled and did his job while downing a few more glasses of champagne. At least the GM had sprung for the good stuff, but Shane was more of a liquor guy. He made it to the bar where he ordered some bourbon from a sleazy looking bartender with too much product in his slicked back hair. 

Shane looked around. Everyone and their mama seemed to be there for the party. He recognized players from both the hockey and baseball teams based in Washington. He nodded his hello to the team owner – Robert Drummond Spencer III – who greeted him back but kept it moving. They had mutual respect, but they were not friendly any more than what was needed for work.

The hour went by fast and Shane snuck off in search of the sexy waitress. The upper floors were sealed off with velvet ropes, but those rules clearly didn’t apply to him he figured as he hunched down and squeezed under the ropes. He took the stairs two steps at a time and slowed down when he got a view of the hallway. There she was. She had unbuttoned her shirt a bit, showing off her ample cleavage. Shane rolled his eyes slightly at her attempt to seduce him. Like it would have mattered one way or another. He wasn’t looking for a date. He was there to get his dick wet.

He sauntered over to her slowly. She didn’t look as shy now away from the eyes of her co-workers and boss. He didn’t bother asking her name. It didn’t matter. Instead, he reached over and unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and spread it open, revealing a white bra covering her firm breasts. He tugged the cups down and heard her gasp as her tits bounced out and her hard nipples became visible to him. He pinched them both and she closed her eyes and moaned. This would be easier than he’d thought.

Slightly buzzed by too much alcohol he pulled the girl inside the powder room and gently directed her to her knees. He leaned back against the peach-colored walls and grunted his approval when her soft lips closed around his hard cock. She worked him expertly, clearly not a novice at this sort of thing. The pleasure built in him slowly and he grabbed the girl’s head and guided it to speed up the process, fucking her mouth faster and harder.

He was so close to blowing his load when the door flew open and a young girl rushed in and closed it again behind her. She even locked it – something Shane had obviously failed to do – before turning around urgently and gathering up her skirt so she could sit down on the toilet. That’s when she looked up and met Shane’s eyes with a shocked gasp. She blinked a couple of times as she stood there frozen, her skirt still bunched up in her hands. Then her eyes dropped to see what was actually happening in the room and she screamed. Shane quickly leaned over and put his hand over her mouth to muffle the sound before security came running.

“Sorry about that, little one,” he murmured softly and slowly removed his hand when he realized she had stopped screaming. The waitress had gotten on her feet and was quickly buttoning up her shirt again.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” the girl whimpered quietly with her eyes closed.

“Run along now, little girl,” Shane said with an amused grin. He unlocked and held the door open for her. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

The girl clamped her hand over her open mouth, and then she turned and ran, slamming the door shut behind her.

The waitress was about to follow suit, but Shane grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him.

“We aren’t done, are we?”

“What if she tells someone?” She glanced nervously toward the door. Shane chuckled and locked the door with a flourish.

“We won’t be interrupted again,” he promised and let his fingers trail across her breasts, feeling her nipples harden for him again.

“I guess I can stay a bit longer…” she mumbled and didn’t put up a fight when Shane nodded down toward his crotch. She took his hard cock in her hands and stroked it while getting back down to her knees. It had stayed hard throughout the entire interruption. Say what you want, Shane smirked to himself, but his third leg was a real fucking trooper.