Game Plan

Chapter 1 (Part 1 of 2)

“Game Plan”

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Chapter 1 (Part 1 of 2)

“God, look at that ass. Have you ever seen anything looking that perfect in your life?”

Chelsy downed the last of her mango margarita, dropping her cup back on the table with a thud and stared at said ass. Yeah, it was perfect all right... round, tight and firm.

“A little too perfect,” she murmured, unable to take her eyes off the stripper dancing in front of them. He did this move where he kicked his leg up and swung it over the back of the chair. She winced because the move looked awfully painful even for her. Chelsy had no idea that men could even stretch like that. Right now, he was putting Gumby to shame.

Turning back around, he then started to wiggle his hips from side to side and all his junk swayed with the erotic movement.

“Whoop! Whoop! Get it baby. Shake it for me, honey. Shake it for, meeeee!”

Chelsy glanced over at her sister who now had twenty dollar bills in both of her hands and was waving them wildly in the air. “You do remember that you’re getting married tomorrow, right?”

“Oh give it a rest,” Mary Lawson said, stuffing the twenty dollar bills into the side of the strippers bikini. He smiled down at her and she smiled back, smacking him on that too perfect ass and sending him back to the stage when she was done.

“Of course I know I’m getting married tomorrow. I’m marrying the most sexy man in the world according to the latest Sport’s Illustrated bachelor poll. I’m not doing anything tonight other than appreciating the male body at it’s finest. Do you really think Jet is sitting all by himself tonight at his condo watching ESPN Sports Center?”

Chelsy snorted and raised her empty glass to a passing waiter. He nodded and told her he’d bring her another one. “Not hardly. I’m sure that a man like Jet Jordan probably has a whole room full of busty strippers all ready and willing to entertain him and his neanderthal friends.”

She laid her empty glass back on the table and stared at her sister. Mary Lawson was two years younger than herself. At twenty-four years of age she was the perfect daughter. Model tall height, long, slender legs, silky blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, her sister was beyond gorgeous. She had a successful career as one of ESPN’s more popular sports analysts and now she was marrying the just as equally perfect and beautiful football star, “Jet” Colton Jordan.

Jet Jordan was an national football sensation. He met Mary when she did an expose on the hot, single men of the NFL right after last years Superbowl. They hit it off instantly. Their romantic courtship was plastered all over the tabloids and a year later, he proposed to her. Tomorrow, she was getting married to the man and everyone who was anyone in the sports industry was going to be there.

This was partly why Chelsy wasn’t in the best of moods. She hated athletes, despised them really. Growing up, her home was a revolving door for this special breed of man. For years her mother worked as one to the top sports agents in the country and her father was none other than famous Dallas Supernova's Quarterback, Torrence Lawson. They were constantly entertaining her mother’s clients and her father’s teammates. In her experience athletes had no manners, were highly selfish creatures with egos bigger that her trust fund. None of them could hold a conversation unless it revolved around themselves or their statistics.

By the time she was fourteen she’s sworn off any and all kinds of athletes and further decided that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with this world her sister has immersed herself in. If she didn’t love her sister so much, she wouldn’t have agreed to be her Maid of Honor tomorrow.