Whatever It Takes

This is an entry in the YAY TEAM 2025 Sex and Sports Challenge

My name is Clarence Deering and I been a pitcher for the Juneau Jackos (Motto: "We're the Jackos, don't Juneau!") going on 4 years now. Around the ballpark here the players all call me Duff, a name I got after getting knocked on my ass while tagging out a runner barreling into home plate it was my job to be covering. That might have been enough to earn me that nickname, except also, when I stood up, my entire fucking naked rear end was hanging out of my torn-up uniform for all the world to see, at least both teams, the ump, and the 100 fans or so at the game. It gave everyone a good laugh, including me after seeing the ump makes the call my way and we get out of the inning. Knowing that name they gave me could've been a lot worse, considering everything, I never complained much about it.

On the other hand, the fact I been stuck here with the lowest fucking Class A team in the Phoenix organization not getting a shot at moving up the ladder of success IS starting to bug the shit out of me. The more I wonder and stew about this, the more it seems to boil down to 2 reasons. For 1 thing, scouts think coming up here is like going to the fucking North Pole and don't want to make the effort. Not only do they think of Alaska and right away see only endless snow and polar bears roaming everywhere, but it's stuck in the middle of nowhere and too hard to get to and, more important, out of again. So they avoid coming.

The 2nd reason is a bit more open to debate, but it's obvious to me. Now, I know my record is only a bit over the.500 mark with a 3.96 ERA, which won't set off any fireworks display, but much of that is because it seems I might have the most fucking unbelievable leaky infield in the whole of North America playing behind me. Our shortstop, Bunny Hanahan, leads the league in being able to leap out of the way of hard-hit ground balls to avoid serious injury. A player once joked he shouldn't bother bringing his glove with him onto the field any more since he got his leaping skills perfected to a T. Our second baseman, Tex Liebowitz, who is actually from Brooklyn, N. Y., has a cock that everyone who's ever seen it agrees is gargantuan in size. His girlfriend, who happens to be from San Antone, said once its magnificent length and heft reminded her of some she had the good fortune to suck and fuck while with a motorcycle outfit in South Texas a few years prior, so she pinned the name Tex on him. He doesn't mind, thinking it's way better than Chaim, his actual name. But his cock unfortunately isn't long enough to stop many of the grounders hit his way from trickling through his legs. So with the 2 of them I am basically pitching in front of a fucking sieve, granted a powerful leaping and giant-dicked one. I often think how much better my record might be if those guys could just play their positions more decent.

Manager Slagdog once told me that scouts looking at pitchers don't give two shits how fucking shitty other players were, they only give a fuck how the pitcher is doing. Except when you're losing 10-0 already in the first inning and get took out of the game, the scouts don't have much of me to look at any more.

Well, sometime around Memorial Day a new rookie was sent to us, a lefty pitcher by the name of Rooty Rudabaker. Rooty wasn't his actual name, of course, which was Oscar, but it went perfect with the sound of his last name so it stuck. He had a big swooping delivery that could fool you the first couple of times you seen it, a decent curve, and average heat. But he was a snotnose kid who thought both Walter and Randy Johnson would be bowing down and licking his spikes after they seen him pitch. He had an old picture of Babe Ruth he tore out of a magazine taped inside his locker where the Babe has a crown on his head and is walking past his teammates under their bats they're holding up in the air like they were fucking swords and he was their king. Only Rooty had glued a photo of his own fucking face over the Babe's. It was barf-producing arrogance like this that made it hard feeling friendly towards the guy.

I know it's not easy finding a pro athlete, even one just starting out in the fucking bush leagues, who is totally without any ego. After all, since like the 6th grade this person has been told how fucking great they are and been getting special attention from coaches and winning awards left and right. How can't it not make your head swell? But this Rooty dude, his head didn't just swell, it filled the whole fucking room and sucked out all the oxygen. When he done just OK himself, he acted like he just pitched a no-no, but when somebody else done real good, he said they were just lucky, that kind of horseshit. Not too many on the team liked him much, especially the other hurlers.

To make things worse, it seemed every fucking time he took the mound, Bunny and Tex remember how to catch a fucking baseball. Sometimes in a most spectacular fashion. Once when Rooty was pitching Bunny made a diving behind-the-back snatch that he then flicked with ease to Tex for a double play. A fan accidentally captured it on their phone and it went viral and was even played on sports shows all over the country. When they played top-notch like this it obviously went a long way helping Rooty achieve good results. Me and some of the other pitchers wished Bunny and Tex had longer-lasting memories when it came to their glove play.

Soon Rooty had a won-loss record that was hovering near the top of the Yukon-Kodiak League. This couldn't help but catch the eye of scouts who started wondering how the fuck they can get to Juneau to check out this kid and not get stranded here the rest of the fucking summer. (Clueless fucking scouts!) By this time, to say that Rooty Rudabaker's mounting success was getting to me would've missed the mark. It fucking enraged the shit out of me would be more like it! Those fucking scouts should be worrying about getting stranded while watching me! I should be the one they might be promoting to the AA division team in Tucumcari, New Mexico, the next step up on the stairway to the big show!

I remember I had an English teacher in my 2nd crack at the 8th grade that told us the best storytellers like Dan Brown and J. K. Rowling, even past masters like Jacqueline Susann always evened up the negatives in their stories with positives, so after the barrage of negativity I just heaved at you above, let me introduce one of the biggest positives in my life: my lovely girlfriend Nantu. Nantu is a stunning Inuit beauty, a one-time Miss Skagway Mushers beauty queen, who was blessed with wonderful C size tits, a cute plentiful handful of ass cheeks, and a seeming nonstop dripping pussy she is not shy demanding I pay attention to. This, of course, I do with as much joy and pleasure as striking out the side on 9 pitches.

Being used to the somewhat chilly outdoor conditions, Nantu often came to our games, especially if I was pitching. It was a solid hand shake deal we had that if I make it past the 3rd inning, I can fuck her ass as well as her pussy that night, all 3 of her holes if I make it through 4. Usually a pitcher never went past 5 innings before being took out by the manager, but if ever I made it that far, Nantu promised to visit me with two of her friends for a full-scale orgy. I must say no one cheered louder than Nantu for me to do good. One time after I retired the side in the 4th, I saw Nantu jump up from her seat in the stands and heard her shout, "That's all 3 holes tonight, Clarence! Keep up the good work!"

It took a little while, in fact not until Bunny went on the DL with a groin pull after leaping left when he should've leaped right, that I make it through the 5th inning still standing. That meant I hit the jackpot, of course. I must admit that right after, I was thinking more about the night to come than any on-field success I had. After the game, which we beat the Yellowknife Throatslitters 6-3, I met Nantu outside the clubhouse ready to gently remind her about her promise in case it slipped her mind. But she didn't need reminding, in fact had already texted her two friends with the news and said they couldn't hardly wait for it all to begin. The Jackos rented the entire top floor of the Auke Bay Travel Lodge for the season where the players stayed, and Nantu said I could expect them there at 8 p. m. Being a veteran, kind of, unlike most of the team, I had a room all to myself.

I had dinner with the guys on the team as usual, though some said they were surprised to see me there and not out with Nantu celebrating.

"Fear not," I told them. "I will be seeing plenty of Nantu later amongst others." That's when I told them about the deal we had and her two friends.

They whooped real loud over this, of course, and punched me on the arm (fortunately not my pitching arm).

"It's good you got three days' rest now, Duff," joked Tex. "You going to fucking need it!"

"Not his fucking arm, though," tossed in another teammate. "Some other part of him." Everybody laughed, me probably the most. Some of the other guys had girlfriends, but not too many, most of them relying on hookups at some of the bars in town for taking care of sexual urges, which was often a hit-or-miss kind of thing (hooking up, not the urges). I'm sure they were feeling pretty jealous of me right now.

They definitely wanted to check out these 2 girls Nantu would show up with, so we all agreed to wait together in the hotel lobby. It wasn't the whole team or nothing, just about 5 guys. We were sitting there talking when a middle-age guy wearing a Jackos team jacket came walking in and makes his way up to the front desk and checks in.

"That's a fucking scout if I ever seen one," declared Tooley Butterworth, our center fielder. "I guess what I heard is true."

"What's that?" I asked.

"He's here to scout Rooty in tomorrow's game. He's scheduled to pitch. I hear this guy has the final say whether Rudabaker gets sent over to Tucumcari or not."

"The fuck you say," I said.

"Yeah. It looks like Mister Hot Shit might be on his way up."

Just the thought of that set my teeth on edge and my muscles to tighten. All kinds of dastardly thoughts began racing through my noggin, including going after that scout and telling him he is a day late and should've saw me pitch today if he wanted to send someone to Tucumcari, and then sock him in the jaw. The punch would've been a mistake, I know, but that's how riled I was. Fortunately, I suddenly heard some of the guys say stuff like, "Holy shit, man! You are the luckiest fucking dude I know. Look at those babes!"

I saw where they were looking and there was Nantu and her two friends standing in the lobby. They were right, of course, to react that way. Nantu was still the most gorgeous (I'm prejudice, I realize), but her friends are no slouches in the beauty department. They all wore high heel boots almost up to their knees, tight hip-hugger slacks, and low-cut blouses under their unzipped parkas. I was pretty sure who Nantu would bring, Topaz and Olivia, I had met them before, but not to fuck with them or anything like what was about to happen now. All 3 girls lived together, "to save money," said Nantu, meaning in heating costs, she explained, since they all slept together in one bed "keeping each other toasty," and in travel expenses not having to schlep from one girl's apartment to another. Even I had to laugh over that explanation! Actually, they were just crazy about each other and spent most of their free time and then some in one another's company doing a lot more than "keeping each other toasty."

I walked over to them, gave Nantu a big hug and kiss, and say "Hi" to Topaz and Olivia. They want a big hug and kiss too, and I am happy to oblige. Some of the guys are probably dying to come over and say "Hello" as well, maybe mention their names and they play for the Jackos, too (but not give their batting averages which for the guys there would all be below.250 and not very impressive, not to these girls, anyway). But I escort the gals over to the elevator and we go up to the top floor and into my room.

Nantu has been there many times, of course, but for Topaz and Olivia it's their first, so they give it a pretty good once-over. They comment about this and that, Topaz impressed she doesn't see shirts and underwear hanging off the TV or beer cans everywhere like in most of the guys' places she's been to, Olivia happy I have clean towels in the bathroom they can use later when they shower. Nantu, not feeling the need to make an inspection tour, was busy turning the bedspread down and removing her clothes.

"Come on, you two," Nantu hollered to her friends after a few minutes. "This is no time to play Martha Stewart. You need to get naked and hop in this bed." I'm not sure the Martha Stewart reference was a correct one, but Topaz and Olivia didn't pay any mind to it and began helping each other take their boots off.

I decided I would enjoy the sights of these beautiful girls getting themselves ready to jump in my bed and begin our orgy. There was a small sofa in my room, what I believe is called a love-seat, and I plopped my ass on it to watch them. Soon they were all down to just their underwear and were touching and kissing each other with keen desire, especially after they all crawled in the bed together.

"Well, come on, Clarence," Nantu said to me. "Don't you want to be part of this or are you just going to sit there and watch?"

"Oh, I'm no benchwarmer, don't you worry," I assured her. "But first why don't you girls show me what you do when you are all together in your bed at home trying to keep each other warm? That's pretty sexy and hot, I bet."

The 3 girls looked at each other and smiled, obviously pleased with my request. "Okay, Clarence," said Nantu. "I told Topaz and Olivia what a great guy you are, thoughtful and caring, and this just proves I've not been lying." The girls arranged themselves in the center of the bed and removed their bras. They caressed one another's tits and really picked up on their kissing, and then it was Topaz and Olivia pushing Nantu onto her back, each of them sucking her tits and running their hands all over her body. Topaz and Olivia had tits about the same size as Nantu's, and everyone's nipples looked hard and pointy. My cock, which felt ready to spring to life soon as we got to the room, finally did just that. It happened quick, and I needed to make sudden adjustments, mainly by unzipping my pants and giving my dick the space it craved.

Olivia suddenly moved her mouth from Nantu's left tit up to her mouth. They kissed deeply, their tongues dueling with each other. Topaz had her hand under Nantu's panties fingering her slit, which was causing Nantu to squirm and moan. Topaz knelt at Nantu's feet and slid the panties down to her knees, then she lifted her legs into the air and finished taking them off. When she lowered her legs, she spread them wide apart and placed her mouth on her well-trimmed cunt. Her pussy lips glistened with juice, and Topaz's tongue swam in the pink, even wetter insides of Nantu's love cave. Nantu always told me she is very pleased with the way I eat her cunt, but that no guy ever does it so good as another woman. Topaz licked all around Nantu's opening, somewhat delicate like, but not always, and was very forceful when shoving her tongue deep inside. Nantu held her by her blonde hair and was soon moaning pretty loud and saying "Fuck! Fuck! Yes!" over and over.

Then Topaz told Nantu she was going to give her a treat, something she knows Nantu will really want. Nantu knew exactly what it was because she somewhat hysterical like yelled, "Oh, yes, you lovely little bitch, that's just what I want! Fuck me hard right now!" Topaz, using her thumb and middle finger put one in Nantu's cunt and the other in her asshole and fucked her with them. Nantu's pussy was so wet the sound of Topaz's finger sloshing inside her made a loud slurping sound. Topaz had her tongue right at the top of Nantu's opening, flicking it hard, as her fingers pistoned in and out of both holes, until Nantu yelped and came, a stream of cunt juice squirting onto Topaz's face.

Right away, Olivia straddled Nantu's face and rubbed her clean-shaved pussy all over it. Nantu had her tongue out and was eagerly lapping at Olivia's fuckhole, her face drenched with pussy juice. Seeing 2 cunts being eaten out at almost the same time had me stroking my dick until I felt I'd make myself come and had to stop. I decided this was a good time to take my clothes off and join in the action.

When I was naked, I went over to the bed, and the 3 girls made room for me between them. I got in and it was amazing feeling the flesh of 3 beautiful women, their lovely arms and creamy soft tits and bellies all over me, their lips kissing me on my face and chest and biceps. A hand, it was Nantu's, grabbed my dick and started stroking it. Then she scooched down and put it in her warm wet mouth and started sucking it. Olivia straddled my face looking towards my feet and planted her cunt on my lips for me to lick and suck. While I did this, Topaz arranged herself behind Olivia and began tonguing her pussy and ass crack from top to bottom. Soon she had her tongue plowing deep into her asshole.

Suddenly Olivia said to Nantu, "Let me fuck him for a bit, Nan, and you lick his balls." Olivia crawled down my body and inserted my dick into her cunt reverse cowgirl style. This, of course, meant Topaz didn't have Olivia's ass to tongue-fuck any more, so she merely moved her face down to mine upside-down and shoved her tongue into my mouth and licked all around my lips. She tasted a bit funky and musky, but didn't care like I didn't care. I like a girl who doesn't mind getting a little dirty. Nantu is great like that, too.

My cock was sliding deep into Olivia's cunt, her ass cheeks smacking against me. I could feel Nantu's tongue circling all over my balls, and finally I knew I was going to come any second and yelled, "Fuck! I'm right there! Gonna come..." And I shot my load into Olivia's cunt, except for the last two spurts, which she took me out of her and put me into Nantu's mouth to suck and swallow. Then Nantu got on her back so Olivia could put her cunt on her face and dribble out my cum into Nantu's mouth while she tongued her cunt. It was so fucking hot seeing that, especially when Topaz joined in and began kissing Nantu and they shared my cum together.

We took a breather with Nantu laying in my arms and Topaz and Olivia snuggled together right next to us. They all were in no rush to leave and seemed to be just waiting for me to recuperate and we could all go at it again. To help things along Nantu stroked my dick and even sucked it a few times. But for some fucked-up reason, the thought of Rooty and that scout tomorrow kept butting in my mind.

"You okay, Clarence?" Nantu asked. "It normally takes you about a minute to get ready for round 2, but it must be at least 5 minutes now and your dick doesn't seem to know what to do next. You want to do something kinky? I could lick your ass while Topaz and Olivia suck your cock. How does that sound?"

"That sounds like to die for," I said. "Sorry, my thoughts just slid sideways."

"What's up?" she asked. I didn't want to bring it up at first, but finally after she insisted, I told her about Rooty and the scout there to check him out tomorrow and how he might be sent to Tucumcari when I wished it was me getting the chance. Then she done what any girlfriend worth her salt would, which was tell me how awful and unfair that was, and what a piece of shit that Rooty was, and no scout who wasn't blind was going to promote that fucking loser to Tucumcari. I noticed while she was doing her best to make me feel better, Topaz and Olivia had disappeared. Then suddenly they popped out of the bathroom and asked Nantu to join them for a second if she would. Nantu joined them and a discussion took place that I couldn't make out because someone had turned the faucet on.

Then I heard the shower go on and Nantu rejoined me in the bed. "Olivia just got a text that an emergency came up at her parents' home she needs to tend to right away and Topaz is going to go with her." She apologized for the sudden ending and said we could all have another orgy sometime in the future, though as for her promise I shouldn't be sore because we did have our orgy as stated, just a short one. "I'll stay with you as long as you want," she added, and then rubbed her hands all over my ass diving her fingers in my canyon, "and do anything you want me to, including what I said before."

I kissed her and told her she didn't have to apologize for nothing, and I was thrilled she was going to stay. Topaz and Olivia came out of the bathroom drying themselves off. I thanked them for coming and said they were terrific in the sack, and I was sorry Olivia got that emergency text and hoped it wasn't too bad. They got dressed, kissed me and Nantu, and left.

I thankfully was able to clear that Rooty business out of my head, thanks to Nantu's expert fingers and tongue, and we had a rollicking time not only in the bed but on the loveseat, the floor, and finally in the bathtub as suggested by Nantu, something I never done before but won't mind doing again. She had me lay on my back with her pussy stretched out above me.

"Are you going to do to me what I think you are?" I asked her smiling.

She smiled back and said, "If you think I'm going to pee on you and soak you all over, well, you'd be exactly right. But it's not because you've been a bad boy, Clarence, and this is your punishment; no, it's just I been dying to try it with you because I think it's so fucking wild and sexy. I really hope you do, too. Also, frankly, I need to pee real bad and don't feel like getting out of this tub and sitting on the toilet."

"Well, in that case," I joked with her, "please let me save you the trouble of getting up and just piss all over me. I'm game." She laughed at that and then pissed on me until I was totally drenched. There was something about her seeming endless stream of warm pee flowing out her tan-colored well-trimmed pussy, little droplets splashing up onto her covering her bush as her first 2 fingers scissored onto her pussy lips directing the flow, that was fantastic to see and feel. Especially when she told me to open my mouth and get ready to taste her and then she pissed on my face, I went crazy and pulled her cunt right down on me and buried my tongue right up her slit. This was so kinky and made my imagination go around in wild circles. Nantu rubbed her cunt all over my face, her moans getting louder and louder, until she came, squirting herself in my mouth and all over my face. I got her to lay down on top of me and we kissed as she also licked her juices off my face.

We took a shower and got back into bed again. We talked a bit and then fooled around some more, going around the world on each other before I got on top of her telling her to wrap her legs around my waist. We fucked long and not in the least bit of a hurry, until the end when we pounded into each other harder and harder, and she exploded in orgasm just before I blasted my cum deep in her cunt. We held each other and kissed and when I came back to bed after getting up to flick the light off, Nantu was already asleep. I got in next to her and pulled the covers up over us with my arm wrapped all around her body. After that I don't remember much, except seeing Nantu's naked body in my mind's eye and feeling happy.

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Come morning I woke up and turned over to grab Nantu in a hug hoping to spoon her, but she wasn't there. Instead there's a note that says, "Call you later, Tiger. XXOO Nantu." She never called me Tiger before, and I thought for a second she forgot who I was, but then thought better of it. The sun was pouring in through the sides of the drapes, which it does up here every summer morning after 4 a. m., but a look at my watch showed it was 9 a. m. already. It's not like I was late for punch-in time at work and would get docked pay, I still had plenty of time to get to the ballpark. Though I got to say sitting in the dugout at Carlos Boozer Stadium (why they named the ballpark after an NBA basketball player is beyond me, even though he did grow up in Juneau) is about the last place I want to be, at least this afternoon. But the Jackos had a rule that unless you were in the hospital attached to life support machines, you had to be at the ballpark during games, even a pitcher who was in between starts and wouldn't play anyways.

Just before noon I got a call from Nantu. She said she would be at the game later, and after it started, I should meet her at the spot at the end of the dugout where the stands began, she would be there. Players sometimes had little meet-ups there with girls for a few minutes between innings or when Manager Slagdog was busy yelling at the ump or making a pitching change.

I got to the ballpark about as late as I could, but when it came time for warmups Rooty Rudabaker couldn't be found. Infielders took practice and batters took their swings, but still no Rooty. The scout we saw yesterday was sitting behind home plate kind of slumped in his seat looking the worse for wear. He kept looking up in the stands as if trying to spot someone, but not having any luck doing so.

Finally, Rooty showed up and came up the dugout steps onto the field. He almost tripped on the last step and seemed to act like he forgot where the pitching mound was exactly. He eventually stumbled his way to the mound, shaking his head.

"Is that sumbitch cocksucker drunk?" Manager Slagdog blurted to no one in particular while glaring at Rooty stagger to the mound. "On this fucking day of all fucking days?"

"I don't know," responded Tooley. "I never seen him drink nothing but Coca-Cola and maybe half a glass of wine at Dom Luigi's Italian joint sometimes if the waitress don't remember to check his ID." A few others piped up in agreement.

Manager Slagdog (we all called him Dog which he was fine with, as long as we knew it was a bulldog and not a chihuahua we meant) decided to stroll out to the mound and see what was up with Rooty. Nobody could hear what they were saying, but Rooty kept throwing his arms up in the air and Dog shook his head a few times. Dog had Rooty throw a couple of pitches to the catcher Brute Crawford, which sailed up to the plate like they were struggling through a thick layer of pea soup fog. Rooty took a bunch more warmup throws before Dog shook his head one last time and headed for the dugout. He signaled to the ump who hollered 'Play ball!' and the first batter for the Throatslitters got into the box.

"What he say, Dog?" Hawk Newman, a reserve outfielder, asked after Dog got back to the dugout. "Is he OK?"

"Says some slut hooked up with him last night and he spent all night up to an hour ago fucking the shit out of her. Says he's kind of dizzy and ain't got no energy left like he just run a fucking marathon." Dog spit on the ground and added disgusted like, "I don't fucking get it. We'd fuck all our favorite floozies in the whorehouses up and down the south side of Chicago before a game when I was with the Sox and it was like nothing. Just made us play harder."

I took a quick glance over at that scout, who was standing now, and noticed a young woman walking up to him and him taking his cap off and offering his hand to her to shake, which she ignored and gave him a peck on the cheek. He smiled all flustered like and they sat down next to each other, and on closer look I saw the gal was nobody else but Olivia! What in the fuck? Wasn't there a family emergency she had to be at?

Before I could make any sense about Olivia and the scout, my eyes moved over to Rooty and his pitching. Well, the first ball he throwed barely made it to the plate before bouncing in the dirt. The second pitch the batter had to dive backwards on his ass or he would've got plunked. The third pitch sailed over Brute's head all the way to the backstop. Things were looking terrible for Rooty, and I could feel the smile on my face getting bigger with every pitch.

He walked the first two batters on 8 pitches, none even close to the plate, and Dog went out to calm him down. This gave me a chance to look over at the scout and Olivia again, and she seemed to be talking a mile a minute at him, shaking her head once in a while, and him just staring at her with a big smile on his puss. Every now and then she would put her hand on his arm which only made him smile more.

Somehow Rooty got out of the inning, though not without walking 5 more Throatslitters and giving up 4 runs. Between innings I went over to meet Nantu where the stands butted into the dugout.

"Well, I see somebody looks like he's in a very jolly mood," she said, I suppose because she could see me smiling ear to ear. "I guess it must be because of all the good fucking we done last night."

"You know I always think our fucking is top of the line, Nantu," I told her, "but right this minute it's because of the fucking Rooty Rudabaker is giving to himself on the mound out there. It is beautiful to see in its awfulness."

Nantu grinned, took my arm, and pointed up into the stands behind her. "Look," she said. "Wave 'Hi' to the girl you can thank for that." My eyes scanned the seats until I saw a girl standing and waving at me with both her arms. Fuck me if it wasn't Topaz!

"What do you mean?" I asked as I gave a quick wave to Topaz. "Thank Topaz?"

"Well, Olivia didn't actually have a family emergency last night, but she and Topaz came up with a plan they thought might help you out."

"I saw Olivia with the scout behind home," I told her.

"Yes, he was part of their plan."

"OK, Nantu," I said, sounding pretty bewildered, I'm sure. "You're going to have to explain a little bit better what's going on because I'm kind of lost."

"When Topaz and Olivia left last night, they went to the front desk of the Travel Lodge and sweet-talked the clerk into giving them Rooty and the scout's room numbers so's they could pay them a little visit, and since Topaz hooked up with Rooty at the Golden Pudd Bar once and gave him a nice blow job, she said she would take him and Olivia could have the scout."

"Take him? Have the scout?"

She rolled her eyes at me and clicked her tongue. "Hello, Clarence, are you still asleep? You know what I mean."

Sure, I knew what she meant, all right, but I couldn't think of what to say. Finally, I mumbled, "Somehow, despite how I see her yakking with the scout now, I bet Olivia wasn't too crazy about that arrangement."

"Topaz would have all the hard, though granted more exciting and interesting, work keeping Rooty fucking her all night and into this morning so he would be exhausted, too worn out to pitch halfway decent. Olivia not nearly so much, just to soften that scout up to the idea there was another pitcher he might want to take a peek at in case Rooty didn't turn out so hot."

"I'm surprised Rooty went for all that with such a big day facing him."

"Please, Clarence, you must be kidding. He's a guy, what, 20 years old? He's going to do what his cock tells him even if it don't make a damn bit of sense. You also say he thinks he is God's gift to baseball, so fucking some sexy girl and still pitching good enough to wow a scout should be easy as falling off a log. The trick would be getting him to fall off enough times it would get to him."

I told Nantu I'd see her after the game and went back to the dugout. Rooty went out to pitch the 2nd inning, but done even worse than he done in the 1st. Finally, scout or no scout, Dog took him out of the game and sent him to the showers. A couple of guys pat him on the back and ass to cheer him up, but not me. We lost that game pretty bad, 12-1, but I certainly didn't shed no tears over it.

After the game I saw the scout jabbering with Dog and later Dog said to me that somehow, what he can't figure out, the scout has heard about me and is going to hang around 2 more days till it's my turn to pitch again to give me a look-over. "You his nephew or something?" Dog asked me, sort of suspicious like.

"No, Dog," I said, "I don't even know the guy's name." He looked at me like I must be full of shit, but didn't say nothing. To change the subject quick, I asked him about Rooty.

"Gone after tomorrow. They'll pay out his contract and give him his release. Not sure if any other team might pick him up."

I got to admit for several minutes that put a bad taste in my mouth. It's true I enjoyed seeing him stink up the joint in front of the scout and get put in his place, but not get his release. Yeah, I wanted to strangle the arrogant fucker sometimes. But I don't think I ever pictured him getting sent home, just not getting his chances until after I had mine. Maybe Topaz and Olivia shouldn't have done what they done. But then I thought he wasn't a horrible pitcher, had mostly done OK for himself, and maybe another team would give him another chance. I latched onto that thought and soon was feeling all right again.

I met Nantu, Topaz, and Olivia at their place a few hours after the game. I thanked Topaz and Olivia for all they done.

Topaz smiled coyly and said, "I can't speak for Olivia, but it was quite a lot of fun helping you out, Clarence. If I was scouting him for his bed work, I'd've sent him right to the next level in a heartbeat."

Olivia added, also smiling, "I'm sure Topaz had the most fun between the sheets, but that scout wasn't too bad and quite a sweetie besides. I been in worse situations by far."

Then Nantu spoke. "A door's been opened for you, Clarence," she said. "You still have to walk through it, however." She paused for a minute and then continued, "And it's going to cost you a few hundred bucks, maybe a 3-spot."

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I been eying these cute little sundresses and a bikini about the size of a postage stamp that I hear a girl can wear around a place like Tucumcari because it's rather warm there, not like the frozen tundra up here. If I'm going to go there with you, those items will have to come with me, too."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "Really, Nantu? If I get called up you'll come with me?" I reached out and grabbed her and gave her a humongous kiss and a hug. We had talked about this maybe 2 or 3 times, but it always ended up in the air like a phone call that's been cut off.

"You think about that when you're pitching in front of that scout, okay?" Nantu said, after breaking out of my hold. "Also, did I mention Topaz and Olivia would be coming, too?"

"Yeah," said Olivia, grinning slyly at Nantu and Topaz. "I been told it can get pretty chilly there come nighttime, even in summer, so we thought it would be nice if we could still keep each other toasty in bed. Besides, Georgie said we would really like it there."

"Georgie?" I asked.

"He's the scout, who I promised to meet up with again later," replied Olivia. "He lives there part of the year and said he would be happy to show us around and introduce us to lots of interesting people."

"So do good come Friday, Clarence," Nantu admonished me. "For all our sakes. We're counting on you."