Denise knew she should probably be more worried than she was. Blake’s height gave her a distinct advantage, but everyone knew that point guards were...the best at handling the ball. Denise had never had any trouble when it came to holding her own against the taller players. While they had the slight advantage in height, she could outrun and outplay everyone she had ever come up against. She dribbled the ball and walked in toward Blake. As Blake settled down to block, Denise made her move, faked. ”“Whew,” Cal shook his head. “I knew Ross was behind it somehow.”“Ross will watch closely and decide to jump in when the time is right on whichever side he sees as a better opportunity for him. If we’re lucky, we’ll keep him guessing. When he sees that we’re winning, he’ll want to jump on board with us.”“I can’t stand this political...”“It’s the big time, Cal. You’ve got to be willing to get your knuckles bloody,” George told him. “Unless you want this project to be an ‘almost was’.”“No,’ Cal. " I chuckled and looked her over, walking towards her in all my glory. "What the fuck is so funny?" she asked. "That you call yourself professional," I answered. She tried to speak but couldn't over the offense I'd evidently spoken. I went on, "You call yourself a professional, but not many professionals would go pantiless when massaging a husband with his wife on the other table and get wet about it..." You had no business even touching there!" as she tried to justify herself. "And most. "Don't be afraid, you want it, and I know it. I saw you looking at my bulge in the car. You like cock, don't you, boy?"He didn't answer but didn't push me back either."Show me your ass." He didn't move. "Now! Fuck, you need to obey, or else..."He removed his belt, unbuttoned his pants and lost it, before slowly removing his briefs, keeping it just under his tiny ass. Fucking beautiful, not too flat, hairless, smooth. A thing to fuck hard and open wide."Bend over on the console and don't make me.