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everyone knew it. Whichever team decided that my services were critical to their future, I was gonna light up. The whole league was gonna regret it - I was gonna make one team very, very happy today, and the other thirty one teams could go fuck themselves.  

    Cause that’s what not drafting me was like. Drake Rollins, wide receiver from the University of California at Berkeley, home of the California Golden Bears.

    Fuck everything else.

    I lay in bed, my hands behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. Damn it felt good to be this good. Light was just starting to come into the hotel room through the shades I’d drawn before going to bed.

    I turned my head to the side and looked down at the girl lying next to me. I smiled, looking at how beautiful she was. Nineteen…or was it twenty? I couldn’t remember.

    We’d met outside a club the night before, a pre-draft day party. She’d been with her girls, trying to get invited in by some soon-to-be players. She’d stopped me when I pulled up and we’d talked a bit, she pulling me down to whisper in my ear all the nasty shit she wanted to do with a pro football player the night before the draft.

    Of course, I had to oblige. We’d gone in and had a couple drinks before coming back to the hotel, and she had definitely lived up to all the things she said she liked. I shook my head at some of the dirty stuff we’d done, and I started to get hard again just from thinking about it.

    I knew she’d be up for round two. Hell, this wasn’t even round two. At about 3am I had woken up to find her under the blankets, sucking my cock as I woke up. After a few minutes of that I’d fucked her again, finishing off in her mouth. That was the only good reason to get woken up in the middle of the night as far as I was concerned, besides a fire.

    I turned over to face her, my hardening cock pressing into her side. She was gorgeous, blonde, tight little body, huge tits that felt amazing in my hands. Just the perfect little athlete-fucker groupie.

    It wasn’t just good to be this good, but the perks made it so much better. This girl might think she was special, might think we’d see each other again, but she was like an entire army of girls back in college. And not just at Cal, which was full of smart girls. Any school we’d gone to, there had been girls lining up out the door to take care of us.

    College girls just loved football players, I could not explain it. And not just college girls. Every girl wanted a piece of a guy in this good shape, about to make this much money. Intoxicating.

    She…Bianca, was it? Started to wake up, her eyes still closed, her hands reaching out and touching my huge shoulder, a smile etching its way across her face.

    “Good morning, big boy,” she whispered as she finally opened her eyes, fluttering them in an attempt to look sexy, which didn’t really work when those sleepy-things were hanging off them.

    “Hey yourself.”

    “Wanna go again?” Her voice sounded hopeful yet cautious.

    “Yeah,” is all I said in return, unwrapping a condom, rolling it on me, and pulling her on top of me like she barely weighed anything.

    “Mmmhhmmm,” she smiled and closed her eyes again as she reached down and guided my cock into her. “Go slow, I’m still sore from last night.”

    “Right.” I didn’t go much slower, but Bianca, if that really was her name, was a trooper, taking all of me as soon as she could.  

    “You feel amazing.”

    “I know.” I had my hands back behind my head again, and Bianca took the hint, raising and lowering herself on me, doing all the work of getting us both off. That’s how it should be. I didn’t have the time or energy to make this happen myself. And plus, this was a privilege.

    For her.

    I just lay back and enjoyed the view of Bianca’s heavy breasts as they rolled back and forth. Occasionally I’d lean my head forward and suck on her nipples as they came by.  

    A few minutes later I pushed her off