The home team he covered for the local newspaper had just squeaked out an 11th-inning win and he’d been lucky to make his deadline—working so late he was now alone in the press box. His fingers were cramped and he could use a beer. Too bad they don’t let us drink in the press box. Would make for some interesting stories for the paper. JT was about to pack up his computer when he heard a noise behind him. He turned to see the team’s public relations intern, Sydney, standing just inside the door. His cock began to harden as he took in the tight team polo shirt stretched across tits he’d dreamed about more than once and a flippy little black skirt that made him wish for one of those under-the-skirt cameras so he could see what was hidden underneath. She tucked a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear and smiled. It was anything but innocent. “Hi, JT. I saw the lights on but wasn’t sure anyone was up here.” Sure you weren’t, honey. They’d been flirting for weeks now and JT decided then and there to do something about it.
