Batter's Box

Randy picked up a blonde at the bar, and he took her back to his hotel room to blow off some steam before the big game the next day. When they got to his room, she wanted money. Randy laughed; that was something he hadn't had to do in a while. He'd assumed she was a fan, but she was a hooker.

"You don't know who I am?" he asked her.

"You're John Smith, right?" She said.

"Actually," Randy said. "I'm Randy Banks, the baseball player."

She looked at him blankly. He laughed, negotiated price, and they went inside.

Five minutes later, they were both naked on the bed together, and he was inside of her. Randy liked missionary position when the girl at least looked like she was getting off on what he was doing. If not, he liked doggy-style. This girl was good at her job, and it seemed like she was really enjoying herself, so Randy was quite happy between her legs, looking into her pretty green eyes.

He didn't know how long he was going to last, because she was doing that thing some pros do, where she was squeezing his cock, matching his thrusts with strokes from her pussy, and she was just so damned pretty that he wondered how she ended up doing this kind of work. Then she stopped moving, and she just looked at him, right in the eyes.

"Wait a minute," she said. "Randy Banks? Did you go to Elmville High?"...