You wonder if you can deliver for Jackie

As Jackie leads her defeated troops to a nearby bar, you scope out the girlie action. For the first time in your life, you're not looking for yourself. Rather, you're looking to see if there's someone who might light Jackie's fire... and by doing so, get you involved in a threesome.

Amber had explained to you with feigned patience, that threesomes just don't happen... except in porn movies. Now, though, you think she was mistaken... or maybe she just lied to you. Anyway, your eyes have been opened.

Despite being losers in the game, none of Jackie's teammates seem like losers in real life. One is a lawyer, another a dentist. Two work for a bio-tech company, three are what can only be described as trophy wives, escaping for an evening out with the girls (and their faithful cheerleader, of course), one is an influencer... you resolve to compare notes with her and see if you can pick up some streaming hints or maybe even get a 'link in the description.' And then there's Jackie's catcher, a black girl with what sounds to you like a Jamaican accent and a muscular body that looks like she really should have been able to throw out those base stealers.

"Ya," she says. "Grew up with football. I could kick the ball out there but throwing, not so much. Jackie is working with me on the arm. I'm strong enough but my technique stinks."

You suspect she means soccer when she says football but you don't say anything.

"Don't bother," Jackie whispers as she pours you a beer from a frosty pitcher.

"Huh?"

"I see you checking my girls out."

"Hey, I'm just looking out for you."

She laughs. "They're my clients, dummy. You think I'd pick this team if it wasn't business. And remember what I said... I don't fuck my clients. And I'd really rather you not fuck them either, at least not if you want to date me. It would mess with business."

That didn't mean he couldn't flirt, though, and Jackie's teammates were good at it. They teased him about his lack of cheerleading skills, (it turned out all of the trophy wives had been cheerleaders in high school and one had even spent a season with the 49ers cheer squad), bragged about how they would do better next game, and threatened to rename the team after him if he ever got up to a half-dozen subscribers for his stream.

Jackie finally rescued him and insisted that he walk her home although he was pretty sure she could handle anyone unwise enough to **** her a lot better than he could.

"Thanks for coming," she said. "I know it wasn't the most romantic of dates but I'm not the most romantic girl."

"I had fun," you admit, a little surprised at yourself. "And it's sweet that you put together a team. I'm sure they would still hire you if you didn't bother."

"Got to show them that fitness isn't just about looking hot for your billionaire husband," she growled. "Although I swear, some of them have about the coordination of a tree sloth. I swear, we should have murdered that team."

"I thought they were pretty good."

"Ha. You thought little Barbara was pretty good with her big tits and sweet Asian smile. I didn't take you for one of those Asian fetishists."

"Hey, I'm dating a black girl."

"Who?"

"Uh, you."

"Oh. Well, only because I rescued you from complete geekdom."

"Darn, I thought it was because you're hot."

"Shut up. Oh, this is my apartment."