Turn back the clock to 2003, to the first weekend in September. Trey Lawrence was back in his college town of San Diego for a long, four-day Labor Day weekend. It was his annual fantasy football draft weekend, and the home opener for the San Diego State Aztecs football team. All twelve of the guys in his league were fraternity brothers from their “glory days” in college, about twenty years ago.
Trey had made this trip nine years in a row. He’d fly up after work on Wednesday and stay with his fraternity Big Bro, and best friend, Mike Allen. Mike lived in the beautiful Kensington area of San Diego and owned a 1940s Spanish-style three-bedroom, two-bath casa.
Mike and Trey would hang out and catch up on Thursday before others started to arrive on Friday morning, prior to their 12:00 pm golf tee time at the world-famous Torrey Pines Golf Course. Some guys would also crash at Mike’s place, while others would stay with other frat bros or family who lived in the area.
As they checked in and paid for their round of golf, the attractive 40ish MILF assisting them teased the group, saying, “Several of you guys have expired driver’s licenses, but I’ll honor the Resident Green Fees.” If you reside in San Diego County, the green fees are a fraction of what tourists pay to play this prestigious course. Trey’s license expired on his 28th birthday in 1990.
The golf round went well, as no one was injured this year. Two years prior, one guy fell out of a cart and broke his arm, and four years ago, a stranger hit a wild drive and hit Trey on the head. He had to go to the hospital for stitches. He had a bloody scab and stitches on his upper left hairline all weekend, and one brother dubbed him “Gorby,” as in Russian Czar Mikhail Gorbachev, who had a similar birthmark in the same general area of his head. Every now and then, someone would throw out a “Gorby” reference just to get under Trey’s skin.
After golf, they had reservations at the Mission Valley Hooter’s for three hours, 5:00 pm to 8:00 pm. Their group of twelve arrived a little early, but the restaurant was all set up. The slightly buzzed, rowdy golfers had two servers assigned to their group, Maria and Lexi. Maria laid the law down after she introduced herself.
“You guys have already been drinking, so if Lexi or I cut you off, you can’t drink any more alcohol. Understood?” she said in a commanding voice. “The manager remembers you guys from last year.”
The group started with wings, French fries, and potato skins, plus plenty of beers to wash down the munchies. A few had something for dinner while others talked about making a run to Roberto’s Taco Shop when heading to Mike’s house to play cards and roll dice.
Talk soon turned to their fantasy football draft the following day. Chris said he had the butcher paper all ready to tape to the wall so he could write the player’s name on the team list.
Suddenly, Rich asked Trey, “Do you think these two gals would come over tomorrow to serve us pizza and beer?”
Trey laughed, “I don’t know, but I doubt it.”
The next time Maria came to the table, Rich quietly pitched her the idea. “It’s easy money. Two and a half hours, three hours tops. It’s simple: bring us pizza and beer from the kitchen, and throw away the empty cans and paper plates. But you need to wear your Hooters outfit.”
“I don’t know, we don’t know you guys,” said Maria.
“Look, here is my business card and driver’s license. I am who I say I am. We just want two cute girls to get us pizza and beer,” Rich said.
“How much money are we talking about?” asked Maria.
“How much can you make here in two to three hours?” Rich asked.
“On a typical Saturday lunch shift, somewhere between two and three hundred bucks,” Maria told him.
Rich smiled, “Ok, I’ll guarantee you each $350, minimum. I’ll ask these guys for money, and I’ll pay the rest.”
“Rich, you have a deal. Write down the address,” said Maria.
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The fantasy football guys began arriving at Mike’s about 11:30 am. Some guys brought their own camp chairs, clipboards, pens, and “cheat sheets” with the NFL players ranked by position. In the kitchen were two large ice chests full of a variety of beers, a pack of paper plates, napkins, and two cases of bottled water.
Right before noon, there was a knock on the open front door. “Hello!” said a female voice. The men then heard two women wearing high heels clicking on the Mexican tile floor. “It’s Maria and Lexi!” announced Bubba.
The girls turned the corner and entered the living room. As Maria talked with Richie, Lexi looked around the room. She saw butcher paper on one wall, a typical living room with a couch, a chair, a love seat, and a TV. The guys were spread out in the room, either sitting on Mike’s furniture or in their own chairs.
“Here’s seven hundred,” said Rich, handing over a stack of money. “Four hundred from ten guys, a hundred from Trey, and two hundred from me.”
Maria smiled, “Thanks. Which one is Trey? Red shirt?”
Rich nodded, saying, “Yes.”
“Ok, Lexi and I will make the other guys jealous of you two. Don’t say a word,” she told him. “We’ll get more money out of them.”
The draft began, and Chris was in his glory running the show. Trey had the third pick and made his selection. “Great player,” yelled Lexi.
She walked toward Trey, spun around, and lowered her bubble butt on his crotch, and gave him a short lap dance. The guys began hooting and hollering, which spurred Lexi on. She stood up, bent over, and pulled Trey’s head into her cleavage, and then asked, “Anyone need a beer? Pizza?”
In the kitchen, Maria high-fived her co-worker. “Those other guys were so jealous!”
“The blonde guy, Tony, was checking me out all day yesterday. I bet I can get him to fork over at least sixty dollars,” said Lexi.
Over the next three hours, the guys completed their draft, the girls served pizza and beer, and several more guys received lap dances from the two Hooters hotties. Maria and Lexi had done a wonderful job keeping everyone happy with pizza and beer, and would instantly throw out empty plates and beer cans. Both Rich and Trey had tipped each woman another fifty dollars toward the end of the draft, and Maria said they had something special for the two “big money guys.”
As Maria thanked the group, Lexi took Trey’s hand and led him back to the hall bathroom. She closed and locked the door. She quickly pulled off her Hooters top and went to her knees. “Let me thank you with a quick blowjob,” she said, grinning. “Would you like that?”
Trey chuckled as he answered, “A blowie from a hot twenty-five-year-old? Hell yes!” He pulled down his gym shorts and boxers and leaned against the bathroom counter. His fat six inches of manhood flopped out, and he fondled his cock and balls for a moment.
Lexi moved his hand away and took hold of his hardening cock and slowly began stroking him. Trey looked down to see the bleach-blonde looking up into his eyes, and he noticed her big fake tits.
“Man, you have nice, great tits,” he whispered. “May I touch them?”
“Sure,” said Lexi, smiling. She took his cock into her mouth and was bobbing and sucking on the sensitive head.
He bent over a little and with one hand softly held her left breast. “For implants, they look very natural. And they feel natural too,” Trey moaned. He gave her a nice squeeze and then zeroed in on her rock-hard nipple. His finger flicked her nipple a few times before rolling the rock-hard brown nipple between his fingers.
“Ooooh, shit. That makes my pussy wet,” Lexi said softly.
“I’d love to get my mouth on your tits and kitty to get you off,” Trey said.
“Really?” said Lexi. “Another hundred and you can fuck me too.”
Silence. Trey was thinking long and hard about her offer. He looked at his wedding ring, swallowed hard, and told Lexi she had a deal. A wave of guilt slammed into Trey as she resumed sucking and licking his long, fat shaft. Within seconds, his cock was erect and pointing at the ceiling.
“Sit up on the counter. I’ll eat you, then stick it in,” he told Lexi.
She grabbed Trey’s arm, “Do you have any condoms?”
He looked at her and, in a serious tone, told her, “I’ve been with only one woman for sixteen years, and I had a vasectomy ten years ago. No need to worry.”
Lexi jumped up onto the bathroom tile counter, right on the edge, giving Trey easy access to her pink pleasure palace. He went to his knees and started by licking from her “taint” up toward her clitoris. She was already a bit moist from sucking dick, so he slid a finger into her slit. This caused her to moan.
“Ya, finger me. Get two or three in there. Stretch me out for your fat cock,” she said softly.
He started with two fingers and soon added a third. Lexi was enjoying the stimulation, as Trey would tease her pearl with his thumb when his fingers were buried deep in her hot, wet pussy. Wanting to bring her to climax, he started slamming her cunt with two fingers hard and fast. This hookup needed to be a quickie, and they had already been gone for about five minutes.
Lexi whispered, “I’m going to cum. I’m a screamer, so cover my mouth.”
Trey was still going turbo- banging the hot blonde Hooters chick when she gave him another warning. He grabbed a hand towel off the towel bar, and as the initial wave of orgasmic pleasure hit Lexi, he covered her mouth with the three layers of folded towel. Her high-pitched squeal was impossible to hear outside of the bathroom.
“Holy shit, Trey, that was awesome,” Lexi said. “I need your cock in my juicy cunt, ASAP.”
Trey was a blessed man. Not only was his manhood a real seven inches when erect, but he was thick. In college, one fraternity party conquest compared his girth to “larger than a sleeve of Ritz Crackers.”
One hand began slowly stroking his shaft while the other fondled his balls. Trey slapped his cock helmet on her pussy a few times and then rubbed it up and down her wet slit. Lexi’s natural lube made it easy for him to slowly enter her tight kitty. He adjusted her body a bit on the counter, with half her ass hanging off the edge. This gave Trey full access, allowing him to thrust and bury his manhood deep in her pink pleasure palace.
“C’mon, fuck me,” Lexi begged. “I want you to cum in my mouth too.”
Trey’s thrusting was like Goldilocks, not too slow and not too fast, and not too soft and not too hard. With Lexi’s back against the mirror, he held her waist with one hand, and the other grabbed some boob flesh.
As they were enjoying their time together, there was a soft knock on the door. “Lexi, you in there?” said Maria.
Trying to catch her breath and answer, Lexi replied, “Yes, just freshening up. Give me five minutes, and I’ll be out.”
Maria replied, “OK.”
“Five minutes? I’ll be done in ninety-seconds,” Trey told Lexi.
“Let me know when I need to get on my knees. I want to swallow your creamy cum,” she whispered.
Trey kept thrusting but was now going almost full speed. Lexi was sliding on the granite counter, so he had grabbed her by the hips. “I’m getting close,” he told her. He then shifted gears and was pounding her twenty-five-year-old pussy like a man possessed.
“Give me your cum! I’m going to suck your balls dry,” Lexi panted as he continued to smash her.
“Knees! Get on your knees!” Trey said.
Lexi slid off the counter and was on her knees as Trey beat his meat. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he directed her.
She was looking him dead in the eyes, with both hands caressing her average tits. Trey was thinking he could paint her tits white, but he also wanted Lexi to swallow his spunk. Just then, she started to lick and slurp his shaved balls.
“I’m cumming!” Trey whispered.
With Lexi down licking his balls, his first rope of off-white jizz blended into her bleached blonde hair. As both tried to move, the second blast of spunk zig-zagged across the right side of her face, from her temple to her chin. The next two twitches of Trey’s dick sent small bullets of cum on her right breast.
Lexi grabbed his cock and started sucking on just the glans. This sent Trey over the edge, and he erupted with two more medium-sized jets of jizz to the back of her throat.
“That was so hot,” she said, gagging on his spunk.
Trey grabbed two washcloths and turned on the hot water. He handed one to Lexi to clean up with, and he did the same. They dressed and checked themselves in the mirror before heading out to the living room.
“Oh, here,” said Trey, as he reached for his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet to give her the money they agreed upon.
Lexi smiled, “Keep the money. That was a lot of fun.” She then wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two had a long, passionate kiss.
When they walked out of the hall and into the living room, several of the guys started to applaud. “It’s about time,” said Maria.
Rich and Trey walked the girls out to their car. Maria and Lexi thanked them for the side gig and the generous tip, and Maria expressed interest in next year’s draft party.
“When you reserve the table at Hooters for next year, tell them you’d like Maria and me to be your servers,” said Lexi.
“Guaranteed,” said Trey.
THE END
