I can’t take my eyes off her, and I don’t know if she notices or not. Not that I care.

She wears those tight athletic pants that hug her perfect curved hips. When she turns slightly, I catch a glimpse of the side of her bubble ass, divided in those tight pants.

She gets my cock moving, gets it waking up.

“Look,” I say. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got a lot riding on this. I really think I need someone with a little bit more experience. You’re a student, right?”

She nods her head shyly.

“But,” I say. “Even though you can’t help me with this, why don’t you make it up to me by taking me out to dinner?”

“To dinner?” she says, her eyes widening.

“Yeah,” I say.

“Uh, ok, sure,” she says.

She recites me her phone number, but instead of punching in the numbers myself, I just hand her my phone so that she can program the numbers in herself.

“I totally get it,” she says. “I’m really not qualified to do this. I don’t know how they managed to make this mistake.”

I shrug. “Everyone screws up,” I say. “That’s just the way it is.”

I watch her bubble ass swaying as she disappears. I watch as she speaks to the secretary for a while before leaving.

They were really going to set me up with a student without any experience? Doesn’t the school know how valuable I am? Don’t they get it? I bring the school so much fucking money that it’s just insane. And it’s not the football team. It’s just me. They wouldn’t be anything without me. Nothing.

My cock is raging hard in my gym shorts from seeing her disappear.

Lia, I think her name was Lia.

At least I’ll get laid out of this mistake.

Not that it’s hard for me to pick up women. Honestly, I don’t even really have to do anything to get them into my bed. They tend to come to me.

I complete the rest of my squats with a hard-on. I get a few looks, as my body moves up and down in the squat rack, my cock sticking straight out, high and proud. But I don’t give a shit. I’ve never cared what others think about me. That’s not my game. That’s not my thing.

I head into the locker room. I can’t do the rest of my normal lifting routine because of my shoulder, which kills me every time I try to do anything with it. It was only by accident that I discovered that squats are OK because the shoulder remains static through the movement.

“What’s going on, big guy?” calls out someone as I get into the showers, my cock still hard.

“What the hell are you doing looking at me?” I say, not knowing who’s calling out to me.

A face appears around the wall of the shower.

“Jones!” I say, recognizing his face instantly. “Dude, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were working on Wall Street or something?”

“Just came to check out the old alma matter at the end of the year,” says Jones.

Jones was on the football team with me, but he graduated last year. He wasn’t quite good enough to go pro, so he went to work on Wall Street instead, where he makes a ton of money.

“You’re just trying to pick up that college tail, aren’t you?” I say.

“You know me too well,” says Jones.

He’s wearing a slick business suit, the type of clothing that he wouldn’t have been caught dead in a year ago.

His eyes travel down to my still-raging cock.

“A little excited today, eh? The workout did that to you, or did you meet some hot piece of ass in there?”

“The second,” I say. “And stop looking at my cock, dude.”

“What’s her name?”

“Lia, I think,” I say. “They assigned her to be my rehabilitation trainer or something, but she doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing.”

“Sounds like a classic recipe for romance,” says Jones. “Hey, what do you say we hit the campus bar after you’re all done jerking off in here.”

“How did you know?” I say, winking at him.

“Dude, you were always jacking off all the time, even though you got laid like twice a day.”

“Try three times a day,” I call out to him, as he walks away, leaving me naked in the shower, in the middle of soaping up.

“You wish,” he calls back. “I’ll see you at the bar.”

He’s gone, and I’m left alone in the showers.

I close my eyes as the hot water pours over my body. I think of her, of Lia, if that’s actually her name. It’s hard to remember the names of all the chicks I’ve been with.

She’s going to be perfect in bed… or wherever I take her, wherever I sink my cock into her sweet wet pussy.

I imagine she’s here in front of me, wearing the same clothes she wore in the gym, those tight pants. But she’s soaked from the water. She kneels down in front of me and takes my massive cock in her tight tiny mouth. She bobs her head and I grip her skull with my hands, forcing my fingers through her soaking hair. I thrust my hips and shove my cock deep into her pretty little mouth, her lips pursed around the shimmering, girthy shaft. I explode in her tight mouth.

I’m breathing heavy when I finish.

She’s going to be just perfect for tonight.

I towel off quickly and start getting dressed.

My cell phone rings, and I fish it out of the duffel bag that I carry everywhere.

“Shane?”

“What’s up, Dad?” I say.

My dad’s a big executive at a firm in Chicago where I’m from. We hardly ever speak on the phone. Unlike me, he’s very serious. He’s always just talking about business all the time. I can’t remember the last time I saw him show any emotion whatsoever on his face.

“I’ve got some bad news,” says my dad.

“Shit,” I mutter. “It’s Jack, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, he’s not doing well.”

Fuck.

Jack’s my brother, and he’s been in and out of rehab since I was a kid. He’s ten years older than me, and he’s never had a real job.

“What happened this time?” I say.

“He’s been arrested.”