Angelica didn't respond. She simply turned and sprinted for the door as fast as her gold spiked heels would carry her. A warm chuckle tickled her ear as an arm snaked around her and pulled her against a very hard, very warm body. His cock pressed tightly against her ass.
"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere. And if the way your nipples are poking against that silk blouse are any indication, I don't think you want to go anywhere."
Lord, he was right. She didn't. But there was no way she could simply give into him without ruining her reputation with the local teams. This was her job, goddammit!
"Let me go or I do some permanent damage." For emphasis, she rested the heel of her shoe just below his knee. She could rake down his shin to his bare toes and break the delicate bones in his foot if she did it hard enough.
His answer was to bury his face in the side of her neck and inhale deeply. "You know, I have all kinds of women throwing themselves at me. Every single fucking day of the week. But I don't think I've ever smelled anyone-man or woman-as fucking horny as you smell right now."
That was it. Her knees went weak and she melted into him. Vic. His name was Vic. She remembered from the last time she'd interviewed the team. He was a linebacker. Angelica might have been at the station longer than just about anyone, but sports just wasn't her thing. Her current assignment was to replace the jock who quit because he hated interviewing jocks better than he was. She hated sports as a rule. But this…yeah. She could get used to this.
"I might be horny as a motherfucker, but if you don't let me go, you'll be sitting on the sidelines while I get my kicks with your teammates because I will un-man you, Vic. Got it?"
Vic chuckled, but let her go, backing away from her as Angelica turned around. Hands in the air in a surrendering gesture, Vic continued to move away from her, that maddening grin still firmly in place. His cock still tented the towel wrapped around his waist. Angelica knew there was no way she was passing this up. She was going to fuck Vic. Right there in the locker room. Job be damned. She wanted this.
With exquisite care, Angelica removed her thong and tossed it to Vic. He caught it easily and brought it to his nose. Closing his eyes, Vic inhaled deeply.
"Ah, yeah," he groaned. "You're one turned-on woman."
"I am." Angelica walked to him, pushing on his chest until he sat on the bench in front of the locker. "Think you're…" She glanced at his cock hidden by the terrycloth towel, "up for the challenge?"
She stood in front of him, between his open thighs. Vic ran his hands up her legs, inching up her short skirt until he found the bare cheeks of her ass. "Oh yeah. I'm definitely up for the challenge."