One For The Team (Happy Holidays Shorts)

by Aria Daze

Dedicated to all my queer readers. I love y'all to the moon and back. And to good girls who love bad books.

I pretend to be ok, but deep down I want a group of oiled up black and brown men to run a train on me.

I know what you're thinking, “Girl, what the fuck?” Trust me, it's a question I've asked myself a few times.

Monogamy is in. My Instagram feed is full of photogenic duos posting curated vacation shots wi...

My parents and grandparents have been married over 60 years combined, and here I am thinking about taking two dicks at once. Or three. Or fou...

The point is, I'm a grown adult, and if I want to have a handful of boyfriends at my beck and call, I should be able to. Who de...

“Chrissy, we need to talk.” Talk? Apparently one isn't all...

“Listen, I think you're great,” Derek started. Great? What's next? It's not you it's me? How long had been planning this? “It's really not even you, it's me.” God, niggas are so predictable. It's almost embarrassing at this point.

“So I'm unladylike because I don't believe in beating around the bush?”

“You're unladylike because you're basically a glorified stripper!” “I'm quite literally the opposite. I'm a professional mascot. Do you even know what I do for a living?” I sighed. “I know you entertain other men by dancing for a living. That's pretty on par with the definition of a stripper,” he argued.

“I thought this was implied by the name, but clearly not. So let me clarify something for you. To be a stripper, you have to STRIP! I'm in a 30 pound rabbit costume twice a week!”

Technically it was a hare, but I was highly doubtful that Derek knew what that was. Hell, he didn’t e...

“So you don't be twerking?” “Sometimes, but since when do you not lik...

See. That's what I didn't like. You meet someone, you tell them about yourself, and they pretend to be all about it until you get in a relationship. Then they tell you should change because your life makes someone who you're not even fucking uncomfortable. That wasn't my issue.

“You can let your mom's and them know we're no longer together, and make sure you mention that you'll be moving back home. I don't want my stripper ways to corrupt your Christian life.” He was wearing mixed cloth, eating shellfish, and shacking up, but it was my career that was the problem. Yeah ok.

I was on the way to work but I still did what every black girl does after a breakup. I called my cousin and talked shit about dude. A tradition was a tradition.

It was no secret that Milly did not care for my relationship with Derek. When I first introduced them and asked her what she thought several days later she just said, “If you like it, I love it.” Which we all know is code for, “That man is trash.” And he was.

Blessing Harrell was the Minneapolis Hare’s beloved center and the league’s 2024 player of the year. He was 29, six foot one, and 225 pounds of lean muscle wrapped in skin so deep it almost sparkled under the stadium lights. He was objectively handsome in a real, “I’d ride his face until the New Year,” kind of way. On top of being unfairly wealthy, extensively educated, and enviously kind.

I loved Milly to death but she did not know what she was talking about. Minnesota’s finest was not interested in me like that.

It was freezing out so the crowds weren't too heavy and it was one of the rare instances during a northern winter where the roads were clearer than vodka. But she still wasn't here. She was late and Chrissy was almost never late.

When management told us our new mascot was a woman, I just knew they were going to bring in some bimbo who was all body and no talent to shake her ass in a tiny costume and boost viewership. Instead what we got was Chrissy Hawkins, a Juilliard graduate with an extensive resume and some serious athletic ability.

Her dance moves did boost viewership, but it’s because somehow she still found the energy to engage the crowd while lugging around that hot ass suit. She could hit a split on the ice and then hop up and high-five kids passing by in the stands. While I was the official face of the team along with Bear, Davis, and Little Foot, she was the heart of it.

She was also fine as hell with a face like an angel, but much to my dismay, she had a boyfriend. A boyfriend that...

Chrissy would always try to talk, Desmond, or whatever his name was, up to me when we did our pregame catch up, but I was never impressed. He had a little bank account, no car, no ambition, and a whole lot of attitude. Always telling her what she could and couldn’t do....

My daddy would call him a buster, but I’m not that well-mannered. He w...

Chrissy deserved better, and I’d been trying to tell and or show her that for the last year, but I never had any luck. Hopefully that would change today though. Our bye week began tomorrow night and I planned to use that brief break to convince her to spend...

HALLELUJAH! How often is God good? You better answer all the time! I prayed for that niggas downfall everyday and I almost broke into a full praise dance hearing that it had finally happened. Won't he do it!

While the other two were respectful, I didn't try to hide the way I felt about Chrissy. I wanted him to know this wasn't the place to get comfortable. His girl worked for the NHL and niggas were creeping. Myself and my boys included.

Friends? No. I didn't want to suck a fart out of my friend's asshole.

I didn't hold games up for friends. I didn't get jealous and want to give my friends the whole wide world and everything in it.

“I'm. Not. Your. Friend,” I repeated, tipping her chin upward so I could stare into her eyes. Chrissy leaned forward slightly as if she wanted to press her lips against mine, but she hesitated for just a millisecond too long.

Chrissy was single and I was fresh off of Christmas break and about to go into another one. I had all the time in the world, and I was about to use every second of it pursuing her.

“Nigga, leave that lady the fuck alone before she reports you! She has a boyfriend,” I chided. “Not anymore,” Blessing smiled slyly.

You'd never know it based on that suit, but Chrissy had body for days. Big titties, big thighs, curvy hips.

Chrissy was bad as fuck.

Half the team had a crush on Chrissy and that included some of the married guys. I couldn't blame them though. It was hard not to like her.

That lady was minding her business while facing the opposite direction. Thaxton was delusional. But not more so than I.

“Have y'all ever stopped to think that she might not want either one of you? A woman like that don't need a puppy, she need a big dawg.”

“She's a woman, not a playground slide,” I scoffed. “It doesn't matter who was here first. At the end of the day, she picks who's next.” “Yeah, you're right,” they conceded. “And it's gonna be me,” I smiled. “Thanks for playing.” “Man, what the fuck? That's that bullshit,” and, “Shut up, Ox,” followed.

But I was serious. If Chrissy was leaving with anyone tonight, I wanted it to be me. I was David Ruffin, and these niggas were The Temptations.

“Aight, how about this,” L started. “Whoever shoots the most goals tonight gets the girl.” “Why would you say that? You know Bless is center, right?” I groaned. “Yeah, but he ain't the only one with a stick. Whoever shoots the most shoots their shot. And the ot...

He did have a point and who was I to turn down luxury leather seating and a chance to ride on- I mean with Emery Greene? Maybe this was the universe closing a door and opening a window.

Nigga I hate you. You didn't hate this dick the other day now did you? Since you think you know everything. You got your fucking degree. That shit was MID Keep talking. Bottoms come a dime a dozen. I'll find a new one. You don't mean that. 﫤

Don't get me wrong, I loved Blessing, but I needed Chrissy. Clearly he understood because he was in the same type of bullshit. All three of us were going tit for tat like we didn't have to go back to the same house tonight.

But that was because Chrissy was gold personified. She was funny, thoughtful, and headstrong and all those qualities plus more were evident in every interaction. From the way she interacted with the whole team, to the effort she put forth when it was one of our birthdays, and even the way she spoke to our f...

It was cute. I didn't know why I didn't do this with them sooner. Actually I did. Derek's lame ass. Tsh.

Listen, I'm not new to this, I'm true to this. At 30 years old I had been around the block enough times to know what that look meant. They wanted to fuck me. All three of them. And unfortunately I wasn't opposed.

You know when you read romance novels and the FMC always plays cute and humble and refuses to spend any of the MMC’s money? Yeah, I hated that shit. They were offering and I was partaking. My budget didn’t speak humble. The only thing I wanted out of the mud was potatoes.

“Honestly. I'm jealous of the crowd,” Bless sighed. “I'd love to see that split up close.” “Cosign,” Little Foot added with a two finger salute.

“Listen, guys. I can read subtext. You obviously find me attractive, and I definitely find you attractive. But I'm gonna have to rain on this parade. No sane person could possibly pick between you all, so this ends here.”