I just wanted to play ball, and having women invade my privacy out of the bedroom wasn’t something I was ever truly comfortable with. It went along with the territory of being a public figure. I was God to these people. An American treasure. People loved me because I knew how to win, and they hated me because of it too.

Again, it came with the territory of being the best, and I proudly accepted that reputation over a decade ago.

Once the conference was over, I jumped in my truck and hightailed it out of there. Ready to get my night started with booze and women. Preferably a pretty blonde with a slender waist and luscious ass. I was a sucker for baby blue eyes.

By the time I made it to the gala, it was packed to the rim with guests, some I recognized, others I didn’t. I made my way to the bar and ordered a Jack and Coke before meeting up with some friends who were also invited to the gala. We hung out, drinking and shooting the shit about nothing in particular, before I needed a break from the stifling atmosphere. Excusing myself, I made my way out onto the empty balcony, wanting a change of scenery for a few minutes. It was hotter than Hell in there, and I wasn’t a fan of big crowds to begin with if it was out of the stadium.

Leaning my back against the railing, I rested my elbows on it, taking in the guests that were dancing inside when all of sudden music changed over to a slower beat, and I narrowed my eyes, trying to get a better look at the girl in the center of the dance floor with her back to me. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back as her hips seductively swayed to the rhythm of the song. She was wearing a tight backless white dress that accentuated all the curves of her body, leaving very little to the imagination.

There was a tattoo in cursive font down her spine, and I couldn’t make out what it said but the desire to know was thriving in my mind. I stood there amazed and in awe of the woman dancing with all eyes on her as she slowly worked her hands up toward her head to run her fingers through her hair, holding it up in place.

Biting on my lip, I imagined her doing exactly that while she rode my cock and screamed out my name. The way she danced was so unbelievably fucking sexy, but it wasn’t like every other girl I was used to seeing. She wasn’t dancing for anyone but herself. She once again rocked her hips, spinning around, finally turning to face me.