Falling For A Soccer Star

Andrea The night was still young and Andrea sat by the bar taking sips of her drink. It was the same drink that the bar tender had poured out for her over one hour ago. How she had managed to only wet her lips every time she took the cup up to her lips was beyond the bartender. He had expected the drink to have finished by now as he kept checking up on her for a refill. Girls usually come to that bar with the sole purpose of finding a man for the night so this did not surprise the bartender much. They were both paid and unpaid girls but they hated the word hookers so they were not to be called that. Instead the man wakes up in the morning and if she askes for her pay voila! She is a hooker. Andrea had been so stressed with work of late, she took on so many extra hours and she was beginning to feel like a shadow of herself. Her crazy friends had invited her out on multiple occasions and she had always declined giving the same excuse of being tired and not in the mood. One of her friends suggested that she gets a good f**k as that would definitely clear her head, who knew it might be right. Andrea wasn’t sure what had gotten into her head for her to consider the advice her friend had given her about getting laid to ease her stress. Now she had been sitting at the bar for over an hour with no one offering to buy her a drink. Andrea sat at the right end of the bar in a black dress with a low cut back. Her hair was done as she let it down to cover a part of her back and her shoulders. It was nice to play dress up after slaving away at work for far too long. She needed to get drunk and enjoy her two days off work as a champ, one day getting over the hangover and other day getting maximum rest. Andrea was one of those lady’s who took her job quite seriously. She was excellent at what she does but at the same time she knew how to have fun. Andrea was perfectly able to separate her life into sections and it worked wonders for her. She had good mastery of her emotions and it never for a moment controlled her. Andrea knew how to keep her work life perfectly separated from her love life and how to keep lust and love in there two separate columns just as it should be. This was probably why she had never been in any long term relationship. She was never one to compromise in any situation as she placed herself first above anything and anyone, next came her career. Andrea was raised as an only child so the believe of the world revolving around her still had a strong hold on her but the fact that she was completely stunning played a huge role too. Andrea was a 5’6 feet tall, she had a very slender waist and roundly curved hips. She was a brunette with brown wavy hair which she always added a bit of highlights to. She had an oval shaped face which made her almond eyes more obvious and attractive. Andrea had sat there with all these features and yet her cup was almost empty and no man in sight, this was new and clearly unusual. Though Andrea was on this mission at most two times in a year last she remembered vividly that by this time in her previous escapades she must have turned down at least three men by now and waiting for her pick. Had the game changed so rapidly? She said to herself just before the spell was broken and she saw a man walk up to her at the bar. “Hey, can I buy you a drink?” He asked Her thoughts screamed “yes!!!” But her mouth definitely failed to capture such tune but instead she said “sure” it was about time . Gerald After playing the last game in Atlanta Gerald and his team mates were thinking of a place to relax and celebrate their small win before their next game which was in two weeks were they face DC united in Washington. They were on their 24th game in the Major league soccer and they were killing it so far with a streak of only wins and no draws. They had worked their ass off with daily practice and gulping protein shakes as though it was better than water. Finally the game had come and they excelled as they played against Atlanta United , their coach had never been so proud than this very season as the game ended 2-0 in their favor. Gerald is a professional soccer player who had plays for New York City soccer club for the past 5 years now. Which was from the time he was scouted which was at 20. Gerald was scouted by Belhamin, the coach of the New York soccer club when he had played a friendly soccer game back when he was in college. Belhamin had never regretted his decision on convincing Gerald to play for New York City soccer club and it still stands today that it was one of the best decisions Belhamin had ever made. Gerald had been with the club for five years but he had just recently become captain and this was just his 7th month being captain. He had always tried to prove himself to everyone, Belhamin and his team mates included by working twice as hard as everyone else. Soccer was Gerald’s life he lived and breathe soccer that was the only thing that could cheer him up everytime he was having a bad day. He also had some brand endorsement with various brands which he only accepted as Belhamin told him it is important to put yourself out their for the fans. He was 6.5 feets in height, and had an adequate build, he tried not to get his muscles so bulked up to ensure he kept an optimal speed while playing but it didn’t quite work out as he still had bulked up biceps and chisel abs to go with it. He was the ladies man, that was certain. Gerald loved the game so much, he lived for soccer, which was one reason he did not flirt around a lot. Girls bring drama, he knew this and he knew peace. Asides that, he had mastered the act of s****l energy transmutation and his s****l energy went into a higher purpose, soccer and soccer alone. Belhamin was so impressed with the way they played against Atlanta united and was willing to give the team anything they asked that night. It was out of excitement that he released the club’s private plane and the team flew to Washington DC to celebrate. This actually made sense as their next match was to be played in that city so getting a tour of the city was not a bad idea. All 11 of them had agreed to it and off they flew to Washington that night. Gerald looked as though he was in his feelings on through the plane ride, no one really bothered to ask as they all knew that Gerald had a hard time showing excitement of any sort. Gerald was more like a mystery puzzle which people were intrigued by, always wanting to figure him out and failing at every attempt. Gerald was all types of personality yet he was unable to fit into one. He was kind but at the same time ruthless, strict but really funny and smart as f**k. “Take us to a low key bar that is nice” Gerald said to the mini bus driver they had called at the airport. “Low key bar?” Daniel asked “We came to this city to relax didn’t we? I intended we do that” Gerald replied. “Kill joy!” Daniel said as he returned to his seat on the bus. “WE ARE IN WASHINGTON DC” Daniel shouted in the bus and the rest of the team members shouted along. Daniel was the life of the party, always was. He was the polar opposite of Gerald, that might be the reason they are best friends pushing each other to the extreme of opposite directions. Gerald’s face lit up and he smiled in his seat, as Daniel shouted and ignited the rest of his team mates. This right here was his family. The had reserved the bar for themselves that night and the manager had to kindly tell people to leave. The manager knew such move would have reckless, it was going to have a ripple effect on his bar after that day but the club was paying good money to rent the bar for the night. When the manager was about to approach the lady sitting alone by the bar, Gerald stopped him and told him she could stay. Gerald could only see her back which her hair covered most of but it was something else that attracted him and yet he had no intention of walking up to her. He enjoyed admiring her from afar while sipping his glass of wine. He loved how her red lipstick constantly stained her cup as she lifted it to take a sip. Her drink never seemed to finish because it was always at the same level when she dropped it. Was she a hooker? This was a typical hooker move Gerald asked himself. Why else would a lady be sitting at the bar for almost an hour with the same drink in her hands and no company. “Could you want her anymore?” Daniel came as he separated from the rest of the team to sit with his captain. “I don’t want her” Gerald said in a not so convincing tune. “You clearly do, you have been looking at her since we got here” Daniel said. “Get off your high horse and talk to her” Daniel said again to him. This is a new city, do something fun and exciting.