Part II King XXX

Chapter XXX: Game Balls

This novel contains graphic scenes of sex, some involving minors, rape and forced sex. It is purely a fantasy, not a depiction of real people or events. It is intended as a satire of politics and our modern culture, both funny and stimulating.

By hauteone

The video Baby's fellow cheerleaders wanted to shoot involved me having sex with the entire cheer squad and some of the pompon girls in the girls' locker room at the stadium where the game was to be played later in the afternoon.

Still smarting from my night mare involving Cilla from the previous evening, I was reluctant to expose myself again.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," Dez said. "Of course, they'll want to get a video of it."

"Again, I don't mind working for nothing," I said. "But I was kind of hoping this would be a nice restful weekend."

"Have dick will travel reads the card of the man," Dez said. "After you get started in your work, you usually enjoy it."

"Yes, but something tells me that I'll be worn to a frazzle by the time I get to the office on Monday," I said. "You know, I'm not as young as I once was."

"Oh, you'll never age," Dez said. "The more you screw, the younger you get."

Strangely, that was something Efram also told me. The more I have sex, the stronger you grow, he said. After the proceeding day's workout, I felt like a million dollars.

The video shoot at the stadium started with me getting naked with 35 naked girls in the large open shower in the girls' locker room at the stadium. Then we were to proceed to a closed gymnasium where the girls normally trained to shoot a naked training session with me as the "catcher." I assumed no baseball would be involved.

The shoot started slowly with the girls massaging me and sucking my cock lightly at first, then more vigorously later. All seemed genuinely impressed as it swelled.

The story line as explained to me by Baby was that the cheerleaders were supposed to spot me secretly watching them taking showers. Then "as punishment" I was to be taken outside and forced to assist in their naked tumbling and jumping. Only in porn, right?

After the shower scene (which thankfully did not involve anyone getting stabbed by Norman Bates) I stood naked and firm in the gym as one girl after another came tumbling naked toward me. I'd catch them in my hands and grope them mercilessly as they slid down my body, skin and against skin. Some had the presence of mind to catch my erect cock between their legs as they slid downward and insert it in their wet vaginas. Some tried the asshole, but that takes a special athletic ability not many girls possess.

One girl I caught in her vagina and anus and raised her spread eagled high above my head. I pinched the narrow wall of skin separating the two cavities between my thumb and forefinger. She gasped in amazement. After that, all of the girls wanted to try that move.

"That's something you think about often when you are doing cheers, but finding a guy big and strong enough to pull it off is really rare," a girl named Meagan told me.

Soon after every girl in the group had given me stinky fingers, the fucking began. Again, I tried to make sure every girl got my full attention, even Baby, although she'd had the full treatment the previous evening. Sooner than I thought, the shoot was over and all of the girls were thanking me for a wonderful time.

"You know, I really didn't treat the girls here as rough as the girls at the sorority house last night, yet no one complained," I told. "What's the difference?"

"Not every girl wants to be abused," Baby said. "Some, like me, believe in a romantic love and sex. The girls at the sorority last night were the hard core kinks. I understand you tore them up pretty well. Something about you playing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' with your dick in their asses."

"I felt musically inclined last night," I said.

"Well, while not everyone appreciated your manners, everybody complimented your musical abilities," Baby said.

"Yes, I am a bastard when it comes to etiquette," I agreed.

Later, I had a chance for a longer conversation alone with Dez. We discussed her insatiable political dedication to liberal causes.

"I tell you, Brad, I am beginning to believe we're going to get a healthcare bill this year," she told me. "maybe not a very good one, but at least a reform of some type."

"I'll believe you when and if it Olympia Snowes next week," I answered.

"She'll support it in the long run, as will few other Republicans eventually when the final bill is put together from five competing bills," she said.

"I sure hope you are right," I said. "Health care reform is a big step in financial recovery of this country. When people's health care is stronger, they'll feel more confident."

"I understand you ran into our old friend Senator Exeter down in Brazil," Dez said.

"Yes, and no bigger crook and sleaze ball exists in the Senate," I said. "He was down there with a delegation trying to help the Brazilians get the 2016 Olympics. He's still saying he's going to get my ass thrown in jail for interfering down there. I think our rescuing those girls from Ortega has kind set him back on his heels a bit. We came out looking like heroes."

The football game played that afternoon against Michigan State did not do anything to advance the Illini's Rose Bowl hopes. After the game, the girls were depressed and angry. Michigan State fans taunted us from passing cars as we walked back to the Tri Delta house.

"Damn, I thought sure this would be the week we'd win," Baby cried. "Poor Morton is beside himself with grief and he never even got in the game. Ron Zook is a crook."

As we walked, I got a cell phone call from Donna.

"How are we doing?" she said.

"Well, the football game ended with an Illinois loss and my companions here are not real happy," I said.

"Well, how would you like to play a football game against Exeter and his crowd we can win?" Donna said.

"I'm game," I said. "What are we doing?"

"It involves Limbaugh and the Rams," Donna said. "You might need to involve Dez and Terry, however."

"I seriously doubt you'll be able to stop them from getting involved," I said.

At the time, Limbaugh seemed on a sure-thing roll toward being a lead investor in an attempt to buy the St. Louis NFL team. Civil rights groups and members of the media and NFL players and former players were decrying the entry of Limbaugh into one of America's most exclusive clubs. Their protests were not considered powerful enough to stop Limbaugh, however.

After all, the NFL owners club is one of the most conservative GOP front groups in the nation. Most existing NFL owners--some of whom I knew personally--were at the very least Rush listeners if not full-time "ditto" heads. Despite his long history of racial and divisive comments, Limbaugh's NFL bid seemed like a sure bet. After all, he'd fit right in among the NFL brethren.

Then Dez called Michael Steele.

"Yes, and how can I help you?" Steele said, when he picked up the phone. "I understand you have some information about a GOP celebration party in St. Louis."

"Yes, I run a strip club in the St. Louis area where Mr. Limbaugh is planning to have his Rams party," Dez said.

"Rams party?" the GOP chairman said.

"Yes, it's where Mr. Limbaugh plans to celebrate his purchase of the Rams," Dez said.

"Well, I am not sure how that affects me," Steele said.

"Mr. Limbaugh wanted to make sure all his supporters in the party were invited and I wanted to make sure you other party members received a personal invitation," Dez continued.

"Can you give me a moment to check something here?" Steele said. Five minutes later he was back on line.

"Dez, I hope you don't mind if I call you that, but according to my sources here, the GOP has put your establishments on a list of companies we will not use because of an incident that happened last year during the convention in Minnesota," Steele said.

"Yes, I'm not sure Mr. Limbaugh knows that but even if it were still true, I think Mr. Limbaugh will be hurt if you all can't make it to the party because our organization is now part of his investment group," Dez said confidently.

"Your organization?" Steele said. "You mean the group headed by that Brad Cocksure fellow?"

"None other."

"Does Mr. Limbaugh know that? I mean, does he know who you represent?"

"Mr. Limbaugh invited us to join his group personally," Dez said. "Just between me and you, I don't think he's as wealthy as he pretends to be. The drugs, you know? In any case, he need additional financial resources to purchase the Rams and called Mr. Cocksure personally for help."

"I'm going to have to call Boehner about this,"

"If you come to the party in St. Louis, I'm sure you'll get one, a boner, I mean."

"Do you have any proof of this?" Steele said.

"Well, all I can do is send you some videos of publicity we're doing, all low-key, of course."

"Publicity?"

The first video Steele received by e-mail showed Terry Dendridge standing on the 20-yard line at a football stadium. It was the University of Illinois stadium, but who cares? She was surrounded by a throng of "reporters." They were all college students but again, who cares?

"When we take over the Rams," Terry was telling the reporters, "I'll be part of the half-time entertainment at all home games and maybe some away games. I've always dreamed of performing with the Cowboy cheerleaders and that new billion-dollar plus stadium in Dallas would really showcase my talents."

What talents were those? she was asked.

"Squirting, silly?" Terry said with that infectious laugh of hers. "I'll lie on my back on the 20-yard line and try to shoot over the goal posts."

Then she laid down, pulled down her panties and squirted a field goal. The reporters all applauded.

"Three points," Terry squealed.

The next video purported to be a news conference I held denying my involvement in the Rams bid.

"Of course, I couldn't really say if I was involved in the bid to buy the Rams," I said. I winked broadly at the crowd of assembled reporters.

"If I was about to be part of the purchase group," I said. "I'd have to deny everything, right?"

Again, wink wink!

The crowd of college students rushed off to file their reports, leaving me still winking at the podium.

The next video was of Dez reportedly preparing for a big party in St. Louis. Actually, it was at our Champaign club, but again, that didn't matter. Rams paraphernalia was all over the screen.

"Is it true that you are preparing your club for a big Limbaugh party here in St. Louis?" a "reporter" asked.

"I'm not at liberty to reveal what party we are getting ready for," Dez said. "But as you can see from the decorations, the Rams are the theme so I think you can draw your own conclusions."

"The swim team?" I asked Dez that evening.

"Yeh, the girls want you to help them make some money just as you did with the sorority and the cheerleaders," she said. "The Internet versions of those videos are making money hand over fist."

"How do you think the other videos we made this afternoon did?" I asked.

"They certainly looked professional, like real news conferences," Dez said. "Those Illini communications students know their stuff."

"Well, I guess an additional video can't hurt," I said, "but do you realize how many women I will have screwed by the time we leave this town."

"You're up to 67 and counting," she said. "And that's all in just over 48 hours."

"My god, so much for the restful football weekend."

"How do you feel?"

"Strong," I said. "Very, very strong."

By that time, the tide against Limbaugh had already turned big time. Jerry Jones was not about to have some porn actress squirting across his billion-dollar goal posts. The rumor was he also was afraid Terry might short out his low-hanging billion-dollar score board.

Other owners began to speak out against Limbaugh. The reasons they gave were his racially insensitivity and divisiveness. But that wasn't the real reason.

I'm asked if the GOP is so dumb, it actually believed we were part of Limbaugh's NFL bid. My answer is that the GOP is the group who brought us birthers and death panels. Make up your own mind. But just the stench of being involved with nasty pornographers was enough to turn the tide against Limbaugh. By lunch on Monday, his NFL bid was a puff of smoke.

"You guys did great," Donna said when I returned to the office on Monday.

"I never did hear whose idea the plan to punk Limbaugh was," I said.

"Your mother's idea silly," Donna said. "We all were sitting around the television watching news reports of Limbaugh wanting to buy the Rams. All of the sudden, she pops up and says, 'you know what might be fun...'"

"Good old mom," I said. "She's always there when you need a great idea to screw an enemy."

"You don't feel guilty pulling such a dirty trick do you?" Donna said. "Because after all the dirty tricks the GOP has pulled..."

"No, not after what we saw in Brazil and what they are pulling in Pakistan," I said.

"Great," she said. "By the way, I have more good news. Lisa Ann is getting out of the hospital today and instead of going back home to Jersey and returning to her former life, she wants to know if she can come live with us out here. She still has more recuperating to do down there so you can't make her one of your play toys, at least not right away."

"Donna, she's family! But certainly, tell her to get on the next plane out here."

"Yeh, like being family ever stopped you," she said, laughing. "By the way, I understand you may have broken some world fucking records back in Urbana last this weekend. What was the final score?"

"34-17, if I remember correctly."

"I mean the number of girls," she said.

"I don't know, maybe 150, 175," I said. "I feel like I could do another 175 without hardly catching a breath."

"You out-scored both football teams combined, but don't you worry about diseases?"

"I never have gotten even a minor STD and no women I ever have slept with has reported one. Something seems to protect me and other members of my family."

"Don't say what that something is," she said, turning away. "I don't want to hear about it."

"Efram, of course, and the others."