Chapter Three
Caleb
The new club was hopping; the music was intense, and the whole room seemed to be throbbing with energy. As I looked around the room at all the warm bodies, I felt alive. This was certainly the place to be if you wanted to be surrounded by plenty of women gyrating all over the floor.
The club was packed, and the crowd was filtering in and out of the club onto the beach. I couldn’t figure out what party was better – the one inside the club or the one out on the sand. It was already an amazing night. I looked over at Matthew, my best friend, and winked. I couldn’t wait to get on the dance floor with some chick and get dancing.
“Pretty cool party, right?” he yelled over the crowd.
“Yeah, this is awesome.”
I was happy to have Matthew with me that night; he was the guy who could cheer me up from anything. Our friendship went as far back as high school, and I knew that I could depend on him for anything – he always had my back no matter what.
He, too, used to be on the golf circuit, but his career took a tumble when he tore his rotator cuff a few years back. He had been playing together all through high school and college, and the fact that he couldn’t play golf any longer had devastated him considerably. He hadn’t let it get him down, though; he wasn’t the kind of guy that would fall into a depression. He was always laughing, the life of the party, and his outlook on life was always positive. That was why I loved being around him all the time. It was hard to feel bad about yourself when you were with a guy that loved life.
These days, Matthew worked with me. He hadn’t wanted to give up on golf and had a personal mission to make sure I got to the majors and succeeded. It was awesome to have a friend like that behind you every step of the way. What more could a guy ask for?
He had agreed to work as my caddie, and having him on the courses with me was beyond what I could ever hope for in regards to a support system. It was certainly more than my father did – though I couldn’t discredit the money he put into making sure I was a success. Matthew and I spent a lot of time in the gym, as well, staying fit and getting ready for the tournaments.
I smiled as a few girls approached our booth and asked if they could come in. We had a private area with bottle service, and people had been in and out all night. We never had a problem attracting women, especially Matthew, with his blond hair and blue eyes. He attracted so many that it really wasn’t fair to the rest of the men in the room.
As the girls started chatting amongst each other in the booth, Matthew started pouring them some drinks. He looked over at me, and I nodded for him to make me another.
“So, your father was harsh with you today?”
“Not so much harsh as he was making it obvious that I would not embarrass him again this tour.”
Matthew laughed. “He acts like you do these things on purpose to aggravate him.”
“Yeah, I know. Believe me; I want to win more than anything.”
“You will, buddy, trust me. I have your back, and you are going all the way this time.”
I smiled. It was exactly what I needed to hear. No judgments, no lectures, just straight up support. Why couldn’t my father do that instead of stringing me up every chance that he got? I wondered.
“You bet your ass I am. I can’t wait. April is going to be killer, especially with you there with me. When I win, we are going to party like we never have before.”
“How is that different than our regular life?”
I laughed, “Yeah, I guess we do party pretty hard. Hell, we’ll figure something out.”
One of the girls leaned over and held some pills out in her hand. “Are you guys up for doing something different tonight?”
We both looked at the pills and shook their heads. “Hell, no,” I said. “Not our thing, ladies, but you go ahead. We have plenty of booze here for us, and that suits us just fine.”
We proceeded to get quite wasted that night as both the bottles and the girls kept coming. They were all so beautiful. I noticed people using their phones throughout the night, but I didn’t think much of it. People were just having fun, and everyone took videos to remember a good time. We were in and out of the booth, dancing with women and just generally having a good time.
While on the dance floor, I felt so free, so alive. There was a pretty blonde in front of me who was dancing close. She started to unbutton my shirt, and I shook my body even closer to her. She was hot as hell and had such a huge smile on her face.
“I got this!” I yelled at her over the music and finished unbuttoning my shirt. I’ll give her a show; I’ll give them all a show, I thought.
Pulling off my shirt, I swung it above my head and threw it at Matthew. It hooked around his head, causing me to laugh hilariously. He looked so funny. Matthew tore the shirt off his head and threw it back my way, laughing. We were both pretty hammered at that point, not feeling much pain. The girl squealed as I started to unzip my jeans and pulled them down. I kicked them off as Matthew died laughing. I was wearing a pair of Under Armour boxer briefs, and I shook my bottom around.
A few girls started to dance around me, and we really got into some serious dance moves. There was suddenly a camera in front of my face, and the girls started screaming for me to do a model pose. How could I deny these girls anything? I smiled for the camera, doing my best to pose like they do on the runway, pointing to the Under Armour symbol on the underwear. They were my sponsors, after all, and they deserved a good shout out for standing behind me while I was on tour. Not to mention they were some amazing boxer shorts; you barely even knew you were wearing them half the time.
The girls were squealing their heads off, and I had hands all over my body. It was quite the trip. I couldn’t ask for a better, more fun night with my best friend than that.
That same blonde came home with me that night, and we drunkenly stepped into my apartment. The luxury apartment that my father paid for was a chick magnet. She oohed and aahed all over the place before I pulled her close to me.
I grabbed her by the neck, my lips meeting hers aggressively. She giggled under her breath, and I knew she thought that we were going to be an item after that night. They all thought that, even though I had a reputation of being a lady’s man. She kissed like a freight train, and it made me think of other naughtier things she could do with her mouth.
Our tongues were teasing each other as we started ripping our clothes off in the normal fashion. We made a trail of clothing all the way to the bedroom. When we were naked, I took her breast in my mouth and sucked on it before pushing her down on the bed. She giggled again, looking up at me seductively. She was a real looker, and it instantly made me hard.
She eagerly sucked on my tongue when I kissed her again. She was driving me wild, and I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold off.
“I want you, Caleb.”
That much was obvious, and I was about to give her exactly what she wanted. She looked at my cock and took it eagerly into her mouth. I groaned as she sucked me hard. She was sucking and playing with my balls as my eyes rolled back into my head. My hands went through her hair as I moaned loudly. She looked up at me in surprise as I pulled out of her mouth. I wanted inside of her immediately, though – it was time.
“Lay back, sweetheart; I want to be inside of you.”
She smiled that beautiful smile as I climbed on top of her. I slid inside of her easily, her pussy very wet. I loved the way she felt, all wet and warm. I couldn’t get enough of that feeling – women were just incredible beings; they could provide so much pleasure.
She moaned my name wantonly, and I moved inside of her quickly, building up the intensity between the two of us. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I thrust into her deeply. She was a loud lover and made it well known how much she was enjoying herself. I smiled down at her, happy that I was bringing her pleasure. There was nothing like a girl’s face when she was in ecstasy.
I moved into her deeper and deeper with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm coming, but I wanted to at least give her one before I came inside of her. I could tell by her face and her screaming that she had to be close. I thrust inside her again, and this time, she cried out. That was it for me. I was going to cum inside of her. The buildup was huge, and just a second later, I groaned, spilling inside of her. I collapsed on her chest and heard that familiar giggle again.
She was not my type; all that giggling would get to me after awhile. I rolled off her, and she came with me, clinging to my chest like an old lover. She would have expectations I would not be able to fill. I just had no interest in it. There was no connection between the two of us, and I knew I wouldn’t see her again. I didn’t like attachments. Not that she wasn’t a nice girl, I’m sure that she was, but I just wasn’t into commitments of any kind. I would allow her to spend the night, but when morning came, she would have to go. I wasn’t okay with spending any more time than that with her.
I was always respectful of the women I slept with, but they were still usually upset the next morning when I wasn’t willing to spend the day with them. I offered them coffee and breakfast and always made sure they had a ride home, but they always left hurt. I could understand why – I was a golden ticket – but I never promised them anything that I wasn’t willing to give them.
“That was really great, Caleb.”
I smiled down at her. “It sure was; thank you for that.”
“It was my pleasure.”
“I’m going to get a glass of water; would you like one?” I said as I pulled away from her.
“No, thank you.”
I left the bed and walked back to the kitchen where I downed a couple of Tylenol and drank a glass of water. That would help with the hangover the next day. When I returned to the bedroom, the girl was passed out on the bed. I got in beside her, but I didn’t pull her close. I turned to my side of the bed and pulled the covers over me. It wasn’t long before I fell into a deep sleep as well.