Road Trip

The first leg of the road trip was New York City. Jamaal dourly grabbed his bag from the jet, taking the team bus to the hotel. There was a series of ladies in the hotel lobby, absolute sex goddesses. Several of the team members gawked at them, others put their heads down and bypassed them. One of the oldest players pulled Jamaal aside.

"Listen, youngblood ... you all up in your head. You ain't go no fuckin' outlet for what's going on up there. I know you stressed about whether you gonna make it in this league. But you definitely ain't going to make it if you up in your head. Bitches like these ... they outlets. You see the guys going 'round them? They already got girls in these cities. And your girl. She married a fuckin' baller, man. If she can't accept you need an outlet, she shoulda picked a fuckin' accountant."

Jamaal looked at the older player, considering it. It did make some sense. He looked at the girls for the first time. There was one, dark auburn hair, tats, including a big spade on her ankle, fat ass, fake tits ...

"Who is that one?" Jamaal said, nodding over at her. The older player looked at her, licking his lips.

"Dawg, that's Meadow Rain. She's a porn star, black only. But she ain't gonna fuck a nobody like you."

Down again, Jamaal sat at the bar, ordering a drink. A few minutes later, the auburn-haired beauty approached him.

"You're Jamaal King," she said perkily. "Mind if we chat for a bit?" She gestured to a nearby booth.