A hockey fan fucks the whole team
It didn’t matter which team it was and it didn’t matter who was favored to win. I was always ready for the party; whether it fell before or after the game didn’t matter to me. I wanted to get my holes stuffed with hockey players and I was just the kind of slut that men couldn’t say no to. I had long, dark hair and a sweet, innocent face that didn’t match my deep love for sex and all of its accouterments.
I grew up in Canada, where hockey was glorified above all things. Hockey was the talk of the town in the small town I grew up in just outside of Calgary. Of course, Canadian hockey had been my first love and I had shagged my fair share of Canadian hockey players when I got my first job traveling to the United States as a tour director for Canadian country music artists. Suddenly I found myself in unfamiliar territory, catching American hockey matches whenever I could.
I was only twenty-five and I knew I was hot enough to get into the locker room if I just played my cards right. I knew that I would have to get there plenty early to get backstage access and so I dressed up in the sluttiest outfit that I could find, which was a jersey with no bra on underneath. I was in Florida for a stop on the tour for Golden Lynx, a pretty big alternative rock band containing three Canadian members and one American From Chicago.
“What are you doing later tonight, Bethany?” Liam Sharper, the band’s bassist asked me.
“I’m trying to get hockey tickets…” I trailed off as I looked over my tablet’s internet search to find two tickets for sale. Though it was a two-hour drive from the location of our hotel I decided to go for it. We weren’t destined to leave until the following day for the next point on the tour and so I had time to kill anyhow.
“I’m actually a huge hockey fan,” Liam confessed.
“I just found tickets for the game tonight? Want to buy one and go together?”
“No can do. I have a couple of girls waiting for me with their legs open in my trailer. They say they are eighteen but I’m thinking maybe I should start to check IDs, just to be on the safe side.
“I think that’s a wise idea,” I agreed. I clicked through the checkout process for one ticket on my tablet and giggled a bit as I imagined Liam taking on a few different pussies at the same time. It was an unspoken rule that rock stars were supposed to fuck everything in sight, and Liam didn’t disappoint. He really did take being a rock star quite seriously and he fucked so many women that I wondered if he would ever get around to trying to fuck me. I guess since I was an employee that was off the table. It was okay with me. I’d never been too into rock stars. I knew what I liked.
I got in the car and made the two-hour journey to a large hockey arena that looked like it doubled for use in other events. I paid the fee for valet and made my way to the entrances that were reserved for staff. I had done this plenty of times before. I was a hockey groupie and I knew it, I just didn’t care. I wanted to be underneath a pile of hockey players, preferably with them slamming their dicks in every one of my delicate, little holes.