“Why
do they hire pretty girls to sell hot dogs?” Dan asked his teammate, Jake
Lawrence, in the next shower stall.
“Guess
they sell more dogs,” Jake said, lathering up his hair.
“That
must be it. The new one I just met is fine.”
“Yeah?
What about what’s-her-name?”
“Valerie?”
“That’s
it. What about her?”
“This
girl sells hot dogs, Jake. Get real. You don’t think Mr. All Star Pitcher would
hook up with a Hot Dog Girl, do you?” Matt Jackson piped up from the other room.
“If
she’s hot, and he’s a horndog, sure. Why not?” Jake said, rinsing off.
“She
didn’t look like a Hot Dog Girl,” Dan said, wrapping a towel around his hips.
“Probably
one of Bud’s charity cases,” Jake said.
“Yeah,
a hooker or a drug addict.” Matt stripped off his clothes.
“She
didn’t look like either. Kind of classy.” Dan headed for his locker.
“You’d
give up a great blow job from Valerie for a Hot Dog Girl?” Matt stepped under
the running water.
Jake
snickered. “You never know. This girl might give more than hot dogs, Matt.”
“Don’t
worry. I’m not giving up Valerie. Just curious.” Dan pulled on jeans.
“Damn!
I was already dialing her number,” Jake said.
Dan
snorted. “Like you’d ever have a chance with her.”
“What
makes you think I haven’t?” Jake cocked an eyebrow.
“Why,
you fuckin’ asshole!” Dan bunched Jake’s shirt in his fist.
“Keep
your fuckin’ pants on, Mr. All Star. I never touched her.”
“And
you’d better not.”
Jake
smoothed the fabric across his hard chest. “Geez. Pretty touchy for a guy
checkin’ out other chicks.”
“Boys,
boys,” Matt said, imitating a mother’s voice. “No fighting. We’re all on the
same team.”
“Leave
my girl alone,” grumbled Dan.
“I
don’t need your girl. I’ve got plenty of my own,” Jake said, zipping up his
pants. “It’s Matt who needs some hand-me-downs.”
Dan
laughed. “That’s right. Got some rejects for him, Jake?”
Jake
whipped out his phone. “Let’s see.”
“Fuck
off! I don’t need anyone’s rejects. I can find my own babe,” Matt said, heading
out the door.
“You
need something!” Jake called after him, but Matt was already gone. “You really
checking out hot dog chicks?” he asked, while tying his shoes.
“Naw.
Ran into Bud. He introduced me. She’s cute. That’s all. You’re right. She’s a Hot
Dog Girl. Not in my league.”
Dan
combed his short, brown hair and headed for his car. The fullness of the girl’s
lips and the curve of her hips stayed with him. She didn’t look like the usual
stray Bud Magee dragged in and hired. This one was different. He couldn’t
pinpoint it, but there was something about her that made him curious. He wanted
to know her story. His intuition told him she had one, and it was probably a
doozy.
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