As the elevator doors slid open, revealing the bustling locker room filled with towering figures of athleticism and raw masculinity, the nervousness in young Sarah's stomach threatened to consume her. She took a deep breath and smoothed out her skirt, adjusting her blazer for the hundredth time as she approached the interview of a lifetime. The famed football star, known not only for his exceptional talent on the field but also for his legendary womanizing, had finally granted her an exclusive sit-down. His off-the-field exploits made her nervous. It was not easy to gain respect in the sports world as a young female reporter. She didn't want to screw this up. Despite his reputation, this interview was too big an opportunity to pass up. As she approached his locker, she couldn't help but notice the size of his shoulders, the width of his chest, and the sheer power that seemed to emanate from his every pore.
"Ah, there you are, Sarah. I've been expecting you." His deep, commanding voice sent shivers down her spine. "Now, before we begin, I think it's only fair that we get to know each other a bit better. You're a pretty young thing, and I'm sure you've got some stories to tell."
Sarah hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She glanced around nervously, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. She thought of herself as cute. But she knew she was overweight and chubby, and in his world, he could pick from supermodels. "Um... well..." she stammered. "I've, uh... I mean, I'm not really into the whole dating scene or anything. I am focused on my writing, trying to bring sports figures like yourself to life for readers."
The football star's eyes narrowed, and he grinned devilishly. "Oh really? And what about your sex life? Any stories you'd like to share?" His voice was low and seductive, and it was clear that he was enjoying the power dynamic between them. Sarah felt herself growing more uncomfortable by the second.
"Um... I..." she stammered, unable to meet his gaze. "I... I mean... that's not really why we are here..." She tried not to glance down but could see in her peripheral vision the large lump under his towel.
His grin widened, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I just want us to be open with each other, Sarah. But first, we should get started with the interview." With that, he motioned for her to follow him to a nearby office with a couch where they could talk in privacy. As they walked, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. This was definitely not how she had expected the interview to go. She audibly gulped as he closed the door.
Once they were seated, the football star leaned in close, still in just a towel, his body language exuding confidence and dominance. "So, Sarah, why don't you tell me about yourself? What are your deepest desires?" He ran a finger down her bare arm, sending shivers down her spine. "I want to know everything."
Sarah swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts. She had never been so intimidated by someone before, but there was something about his presence that made her feel both terrified and incredibly aroused. She glanced nervously around the room, wondering if anyone could see them like this.
"I... uh... I want to write for SI," she quietly said, her cheeks burning. "Shoot for the top, right?" As she spoke, she couldn't help but notice the bulge under the towel growing larger with each passing second. It was almost as if it was taunting her, daring her to look.
"Is that right?" he purred, his eyes never leaving hers. "And what about this...?"
He reached down, pulling out his enormous member, freeing it from under the towel. Even in the dim light of the locker room interview office, it was clear that it was massive, much larger than anything she had ever seen before.
"Wanna shoot for the top with me? Wanna touch it?" he asked, his voice a low, husky whisper, a cocky smile on his face.
Sarah's breath hitched in her throat as she stared at the impressive length and girth of his manhood. For a moment, she had the impulse to reach out and wrap her hands around it, feeling the warmth and power of it against her skin. But then logic kicked in; she thought of her reputation, of her career. What would people think if they found out she had been fooling around with the star player during an interview? She couldn't risk it. Plus, he was probably making fun of her. Guys like him don’t date girls like her.
"I... I should probably keep my hands to myself," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is an interview, after all." But even as she said the words, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the magnificent erection before her. A part of her wished she could give in to her desires and explore the unknown territory that was this man's body.
The football star chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying his power over her. "Oh, Sarah, you're such a tease. But I understand." He leaned back against the couch, casually resting one arm on the back of it, his other hand still gripping his impressive member. "So, tell me more about your life. Hot curvy thing like you. What do you like to imagine when you're alone at night?"
Sarah swallowed hard, feeling her heart race as she considered his question. She glanced down at his exposed groin, imagining her lips wrapped around the thick length of his cock, feeling it fill her mouth and spill down her throat. She closed her eyes, trying to banish the image from her mind, but it was useless. The desire was too strong, and it was clear that he could see right through her.
"That’s private." Her cheeks flushed crimson as she admitted this to him, feeling more exposed than ever.
The football star smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Well, Sarah, this conversation is private. This room is private. And you are staring right at my privates." He reached out, gently tracing his finger along her jawline before moving to tug lightly at her bottom lip. "But first, we should finish up this interview, don't you think?" He paused, letting the question hang in the air for a moment before adding with a wicked grin, "Unless, of course, you'd rather skip ahead to the good part?"
Sarah hesitated, her heart racing as she tried to think of what to say. Part of her wanted nothing more than to throw caution to the wind and give in to her desires, to experience what it would be like to be with someone so famous, so confident, and dominant. But another part of her knew that this was a line she couldn't cross. Not if she wanted to maintain her reputation and her career. With a deep breath, she forced herself to remain strong.
"No, I think we should finish the interview," she said, her voice steady despite her pounding heart. "But thank you for the offer. It's... it's very flattering." She forced herself to meet his gaze, trying to project confidence and strength, even though she felt anything but.
The football star studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nodded slowly, seeming to accept her answer. "Very well, then." He leaned back against the couch once more, his erection now fully on display, seemingly taunting her with its size and power. "So, tell me about your life. How did you get into sports reporting? What made you choose this path?"
Sarah forced herself to focus on the questions, pushing aside the urge to reach out and touch his throbbing member. "Well," she began, clearing her throat, "I've always been a sports fan. Growing up, I spent more time watching games than I did hanging out with friends. I knew I wanted to work in sports, but I didn't really know how until I took a journalism class in college. I fell in love with the idea of telling stories through words and being able to share my passion for sports with others. And the rest, as they say, is history."
She paused, glancing down at his erection again, wondering what it would feel like to have that much power and strength inside her. "So, what about you? How did you get into football? Were you always this good?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
The football star chuckled darkly, his eyes fixed on hers. "I've always been big," he began, running his fingers through his hair, "but it wasn't until high school when I started to fill out that I really started to focus on football. My dad was a big fan of the game and pushed me to try out for the team. At first, I was terrible. I couldn't catch a ball to save my life. But I worked hard and had this... drive, I guess you could say. I wanted to be the best, and I wasn't going to let anyone stand in my way... can I ask you something, Sara?"
She nodded hesitantly. "Sure."
"Have you ever been with a black man," he asked as his eyes roamed over her full body. "Because you are definitely built for it. And if not, why not?"
Her heart skipped a beat as he said the words, but she tried to keep her composure. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "I mean, I guess I haven't really thought about it."
He smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Oh, Sarah, I think you've thought about it. I can see it in the way you're looking at me." He reached out, tracing a finger along her jawline before moving to tug lightly at her earlobe. "And I'd be more than happy to show you what it's like."
Sarah felt her entire body tense up at his words, her heart racing. Part of her wanted nothing more than to give in to the desire she could see burning in his eyes, but another part of her knew she couldn't. This was her career on the line. And despite the heat and moisture she could now feel between her legs, she had to stay strong.
With a deep breath, she forced herself to look away from him. "Look, I appreciate the offer," she said, her voice shaking slightly, "but I can't. I have my reputation to think about."
The football star considered her words for a moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he nodded slowly. "I understand," he said, though his voice lacked conviction. "But you're wet, aren't you?"
Sarah felt her cheeks heat up as he mentioned her arousal. She wanted to deny it, to pretend that she wasn't affected by his words or his presence, but she couldn't bring herself to lie. "Yes," she admitted softly. "I am."
His eyes widened. "You want this, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "You want to feel what it's like to be with a real man... with me."
She swallowed hard, her heart racing as she considered his words. The truth was, she did want it. She wanted him. But she couldn't let that desire control her. "I can't," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."
The football star studied her for a long moment before finally leaning forward, his lips brushing against her ear. "You know, Sara," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine, "you could make this so much easier on yourself. You could have everything you ever wanted... and more. I can get you that SI interview." He paused, his erection throbbing against her leg. "What do you say? Are you willing to take that chance?"
Sarah closed her eyes, her mind racing. Part of her wanted to say yes, to throw caution to the wind and give in to the burning desire inside her. But another part of her knew that she couldn't. She had to keep her focus. She had to keep her reputation intact.