Life was good.

I’d only come in here to get another drink. I’d be lucky to get out of the kitchen without having my dick sucked dry.

I hadn’t even played a single professional game yet, and already I was being talked about as the next big thing. That kind of pressure might get to some people, but I thrived on it. Especially when the hype came with plentiful helpings of pussy.

Summer training had just started, but I had more than enough energy to party and screw in the evening, and then throw a ball around during the day. Besides, after the last quarterback got injured during training, the club kept me in bubble wrap during the day. If I wanted to stay up all night fucking some nice piece of ass, then no one was going to argue.

No one except my coach Gordon Harter, perhaps. He had a stick up his ass about me behaving myself, and not bringing the team into disrepute. The only thing that would bring the team into disrepute was having another shit season like the last one. As long as I got the job done on the field, he’d keep quiet.

Talking of getting the job done….

A blonde and brunette slid up either side of me and licked my face slowly and seductively, in a way that left their true intentions in absolutely no doubt. It wasn’t my face they wanted to be licking.

“We come as a package deal,” Blonde whispered in my ear. “Reckon you can handle both of us?”

My cock twitched in response, as Brunette ran her hand down my now sticky chest until she reached the belt of my jeans. I squeezed both their asses firmly, letting my fingers wander between their thighs as I did so. Tight and firm, just how I liked them.

There were five women in here now, and all of them were desperate to get a piece of me. Another blonde woman had better tits than this one, but taking two of them at once definitely held some appeal. I hadn’t had a threesome this week, and it seemed like a nice way to round out the night.

“You’re at the front of the line, ladies,” I replied.

Blonde lent in and kissed me firmly on the lips, opening my mouth with her tongue and sliding it inside mine. Her breasts pressed against my chest as her hand took hold of my cock—or as much of my cock that fit in her hand—and gave it a firm squeeze. She pulled her mouth away slowly, and Brunette came in to do the same. Just before Brunette kissed me, I saw a sixth woman in the room.

Standing by the doorway was a young woman trying to look a lot older than she was. She wore a tight knee-length skirt, a white blouse, and a cheap suit jacket over the top. Unlike the other women in here, she was staring at my face, not my chest or the bulge in my pants.

Brunette kissed me, but this time I kept my eyes open enough to check out this mystery woman. She folded her arms across her chest as if she was angry with me, but she couldn’t maintain eye contact and ended up looking down at the floor.

There were so many people crammed into my apartment that there was barely room to move, but this woman was giving off a serious ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe right now. If she didn’t look so young, I’d be having serious flashbacks to my fifth grade teacher.

“Barton Fenner?” the serious looking woman asked when she saw the two ladies had finished trying to seduce me.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I replied. Not many people had to ask who I was these days. I looked away from her to address the crowd gathered around me. “Ladies, get those beautiful behinds in the living room. I’ll be with you shortly. Especially you,” I added, smacking Blonde firmly on the ass.

A chorus of disappointed groans filled the kitchen, but eventually they all piled out and left me alone with the stern looking woman. She wore her clothes well, but they weren’t expensive. Probably a college student then. A college student in a suit. That meant she was likely interning somewhere, although what company sent its interns to parties on a Friday night?

Then I remembered what Milton had promised for tonight. I can’t make it, but I’ll send you a little treat.

Here was my little treat, all wrapped up in a suit and sensible panties. I couldn’t deny that I wanted to see what lay underneath. She was a little fuller-figured than most of the girls here—although that wasn’t exactly difficult—but she carried it well.

“Did Milton send you?” I asked. “His idea of a ‘treat’ is to send me virgins to break in, but to be honest, I’m not really in the mood for going gentle tonight.”

She glared at me and tried to look angry, but the red coloring creeping into her cheeks was from embarrassment, not anger. I could always tell. I’d made enough women angry over the years—after a while you began to recognize the signs.

The girl dropped her arms to her side, but stood up straight and gave me a much better view of her breasts. They weren’t half bad. Not bad at all. Good, in fact. Good enough to eat. There were at least twenty pairs of breasts in this apartment that were so minimally covered up that they might as well just be let out of their cage. For some reason, the only pair I wanted to see was the one not on display. What was it Mom had always said when she’d been alive? You only want what you can’t have. She might have been on to something with that one.

“No, Milton didn’t send me,” she replied. “And I’m not a… nevermind.”

I reluctantly tore my eyes from her tits and looked into hers. She was almost visibly straining not to look down at my chest, so at least we were both as bad as each other.

“So why are you here?” I asked. “Not that I’m complaining, it’s just this doesn’t look like your kind of party.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” she replied. “I’m Kristi Ward from Goodson, Mitchell, & Price.” That name rung a bell. My agent had mentioned them; they were a PR agency or something like that. “Leona Goodson sent me to keep an eye on you tonight.”

“Wow. You’re being paid to look at me. You have the best job in the world. Most women would do that job for free.”

She exhaled loudly. “This is certainly priceless, you’re right about that.”

“Do I detect a hint of sarcasm?” I asked.

“You should be detecting a lot more than a hint.”

“Well, you just haven’t seen the full package yet. If you think this chest is a work of art, you should see what I’m packing below.”

“This is ridiculous,” she muttered, but not before turning an even deeper shade of red. “I shouldn’t even be here.”

And with that, she spun on her heel and walked back into the crowd, heading for the door. The second she’d left, more women thrust themselves in front of me. Some of them I’d already kissed, but some were new. As the drink flowed, the chicks started wanting a lot more than just a kiss. Hands wandered down to my crotch, and my hand was placed between hot, eager thighs.

Who needed a threesome when I could just have all these women together? If I dropped my pants they’d all fight to be the first to suck my dick, and with a snap of the fingers they would all drop their panties and show me the goods.

Then there was Kristi. She clearly liked what was on display, but had already made up her mind that she hated me too much to drop to her knees for me. She’d probably be too stuck up to suck dick anyway. Kristi would be one of those girls who licked the tip a bit and then called it a day.

Despite all that, I pushed the group of easy lays out of the way and followed Kristi as she headed for the exit. Mom had been right, no doubt about it. I always wanted what I couldn’t have, and right now the only woman I wanted was Kristi.