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Monday, October 20, 2014


Welcome! Thank you for coming.We have a picture prompt this week. I love those and the challenge of writing only 300 words. Here's another installment from my football series, First & Ten. We're visiting with Coach Bass and Jo Parker today. Thanks for coming. Click on the link below to return to the fine writers participating in Tuesday Tales.
 Jo Parker smoothed the silk of her deep purple dress with dry palms. It was one week before training camp. She’d dated sexy Coach Bass a couple of times, but it never went farther than a goodnight kiss. Tonight would be different.

The bodice of her dress was tight. It dipped low and was held up precariously by spaghetti straps. Of course, she wore no bra. She patted her hair, making sure the soft, touchable tendrils of her honey- blonde hair hung down. Her heels were spiked slides, shoes she and her college roommate used to call “fuck me shoes”.
Oh, yes. Coach Bass didn’t stand a chance tonight. Jo Parker was on the prowl and what she wanted, she got.
She pushed open the door of The Savage Beast, and smiled when a blast of cold air hit her. With her nerves on edge, the air conditioning would keep her from sweating.

She sauntered up to the bar, where the Coach was waiting for her. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her. She threw him a saucy smile and slipped onto a stool next to him. His gaze roamed slowly over her curves.
“What would you like?” His voice squeaked.
He ordered, then cleared his throat. She stifled a chuckle. Seemed like her form fitting dress was making the Coach nervous and she enjoyed every minute. When her drink arrived, he toasted her.
“To a beautiful woman. You look amazing. Casey’s for dinner, okay?”
Jo nodded, then leaned over, resting her hand on his thigh, giving him a tantalizing view of her cleavage. He stared at her breasts, while gulping his beer. 
“My place for dessert?” She whispered.  
Coach Bass almost choked on his drink.