I’m waiting for a call from Lisa regarding ‘Meet the Players’ which is scheduled for Thursday next week, and I pass the time thinking about Liam and the letter Jen handed me. I still have to muster the courage to open it.
I’m in another world when my phone rings, and I only remember I was expecting her call when Lisa’s bright tone chimes down the receiver.
It doesn’t take her long to bring up the new social content after we exchange pleasantries. “I’ve seen all the new content on the clubs’ socials, Vicky. Liam has come across great! The interview was great too. I didn’t realise you two had such a history.”
Despite three failed attempts, the YouTube interview went smoothly, eventually. Bella wasn’t overly useful as she was flustered and nervous, which she later admitted was because of Liam. And I’m willing to wager that she has a bit of a crush on him.
I stifle a cough. I was not expecting her to pick up on that. “Thanks, Lisa. I appreciate your feedback.”
I briefly discuss the TikTok content with Lisa which was mainly a mix of footage I’d already captured with a quick-fire question round added in. The fans love that sort of thing. Now everyone knows Liam’s favourite movie, hot drink, and flavour of ice cream—much to his delight. And we eventually move the conversation to ‘Meet the Players.’
“I think we’re good to go, Vicky. Nothing else left to sweep up. The hotel is happy to accommodate the drinks package we wanted after all,” Lisa says. I express my gratitude, and I’m surprised when Lisa mentions Liam’s name again. “Excuse me for being so forward, but you and Liam—”
I cut her off, telling her that there is no me and Liam. In the footage there were awkward moments where he would catch himself staring at me. And on more than one occasion, I found myself doing the same. I didn’t think of it as a big deal until a few people started commenting and asking questions—Jen being one of them.
Lisa apologises and shifts the conversation, which I completely zone out of because I spot Liam’s name flash up on my phone. I hesitate before unlocking my phone and tapping his name.
Liam
I know it’s been a while. I didn’t know if I should text, but I’ve given in. I wanted to share with you the impact that your little game had last week.
Within seconds a video arrives, instantly recognizable without even opening it, causing me to yelp. The preview is a show of Liam’s broad chest—and he’s shirtless. I think I may have just died.
“Vicky? Is everything okay?” Lisa asks on the other end of the line. In my state of distraction, I hadn’t realised she was still talking. Liam’s diversion pulls me in, forcing me to abruptly cut off the conversation.
“I need to go, sorry. There’s an issue with TikTok I need to resolve.” It’s complete trash, but it’s the first thing I think of.
I’m relieved when Lisa tells me she’ll speak with me soon and hangs up. But as I set the phone down, I can feel Jenna staring at me.
“What the—?”
“Gotta go!” I don’t give her time to finish because I’ve already slipped my heels back on. I grab my phone and half-jog, half-bound into the corridor, where I check the occupancy of each meeting room in turn.
The GM catches my eye as he spots me peering into the boardroom. I give him a brief smile before moving on. An unattended laptop occupies the next meeting room, so that’s a no-go, too. But the media room is next, and I thank the stars it’s empty.
I slip inside, praying that Coach Adams doesn’t have a review session planned. Closing the door, I take a seat in the first chair I see. I curse myself for not grabbing my earphones, but there really wasn’t time to waste. I’m acting like an addict in need of my fix. My hands are shaking as I wait forthe video to download. And as soon as Liam comes into view, along with the familiar pair of panties that I left in his pocket, I’m a puddle of water.
I know I shouldn’t watch this at work, but I can’t bear the thought of it sitting there, waiting to be played while I ignore it. This was made specifically for me to watch, and I can’t resist. I glue my eyes to the screen. I know that if someone came in right now and told me the barn was on fire, I wouldn’t be able to look away. The temptation to slip my fingers into my panties and rub my aching clit washes over me. But given the environment, I need to draw the line somewhere. I cross my legs instead and rock back and forth gently in my seat, trying to provide some friction.
I’m in awe of how his fist works his dick. I know his jerk-off routine now, and what pattern he goes with. It doesn’t make it any less arousing. In fact, I love knowing his routine so well because I feel like I’m in control of his orgasm. My pussy is aching, and I’m close to giving in just to take the edge off. Knowing that he’s close—and it wouldn’t take me long to get there either—seems to be a good enough reason to sway my control the wrong way. But to my complete horror and frustration, he stops the video just before he comes.
I stare at my phone for a moment in disbelief. I pick my jaw up from the floor and rewind the clip ever so slightly to check there hasn’t been a technical malfunction. But it’s as clear as day: he’s left out the good bit—the come-shot.
My cheeks flush and I purse my lips, thinking about what do to next. I pull his contact information up and hesitate before concluding this is exactly what he wants. What a prick. He’s turning this into a game. A game that I can play, too. Or, did I start this by giving him my underwear in the first place? Whatever. All I know is he’ll be expecting me to be enraged—to call or text him, demanding the rest of the clip—and of course, I want to, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction.
Liam hates being ignored while I can’t let anything go. Not the best combination in this situation. I think for a moment before an idea comes into my head. I need a distraction.
I regain composure and return to the office, pausing at Kirsty’s desk. She’s worked at the club for five years and deals with all the HR matters. I just love the way she does her eye makeup.
“Everything okay with TikTok?” she asks, raising a brow.
“What? Oh yeah. It’s all fine.” I perch myself on the edge of her desk.
“Are you okay? You look flustered,” she says. She’s not wrong there, but I ignore her concerns and go in with my question.
“How do you feel about going speed dating again?”
We last went speed dating before Christmas for a bit of fun. I mean, we didn’t take it seriously, and I wound up meeting a guy called Gary. I took him along as my date to Jen and Ryan’s Christmas drinks, but I haven’t heard from him since, and I’m fine with that. He was the only guy at the event who didn’t look at me like I was a piece of meat. It was refreshing, but going out with him made me realise then that I wasn’t ready.
