We wandered around underneath the stadium and made our way under the concrete mass through a maze of corridors until we got to the one special door I was looking for. I knocked on the Clubhouse door and the guard opened it. He greeted me with a big smile and a slap on the back. He was sort of deaf and spoke very loud.
"Lar, good to see you, guy!" he said in his normal booming voice. "You don't come around much anymore. Coach said you'd be here tonight, though. Come on in, come in!"
He waved me in. He totally ignored the two girls, something they weren't used to, especially today. It was if he didn't even see them. I think they were shocked. I could tell by their faces they were pissed at being ignored by a man this close to them. Sally was trying to figure out how the guard knew me so well, even though her reasoning was going on under a slight beer-induced haze. Three beers affected her more than me.
As we entered the Clubhouse, the guard shouted, "Hey guys, look who's here!"
We entered the open room to shouts of "Larry," "Lar," "Sampson" and one heartfelt "You lucky bastard," which brought a lot of laughs. There must have been a shortage of towels that night, as most of the guys were naked and hanging limp but only for a short time. The sight of Sally and Janey took care of that.
Janey - Sally, too - stood and gawked at all of the appreciation being shown to them by those naked athletes. I don't know exactly which scenarios would be in a list of women's fantasies, but I was pretty sure this would probably be one of them on the list for most women: twenty-five young healthy guys on display, naked in the locker-room. Janey was the first to recover.
"Hi, guys. I'm Janey. Great game! Yeaaaaaa!" she said, waving to the room.
Almost as one they shouted "Hi, Janey!" back at her as if this sort of visit occurred after every game. I knew it didn't. She had taken to jumping up and down as she congratulated them. Sally, not to be outdone by her daughter, imitated Janey's routine. The cheer following Sally's performance was louder. I didn't think it was possible.
"WHAT'S ALL THE RUCUS OUT HERE?" came from the back of the room.
I would know that foghorn voice anywhere. It still haunted my dreams.
"WHY, LARRY SAMPSON! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU OL' SON OF A GUN?"
A man as big as his voice barreled out into the room, caught sight of me and came straight over. The guys got out of his way; the lucky ones anyway
"So, have you decided to come back and play for me? We still got your uniform hanging in the locker, same one. Just say the word, fella," my old coach said, whispering in a normal volume for the benefit of the ladies.
As much as we both knew it would never happen he still tried to get me back to play ball for him. It felt good to be wanted.
I just grinned at him and pulled him into a hug. He loved it, but put up a good fight.
"So, are you going to introduce me or do I have to get their names from the labels on their diapers? Shit, man! When did you start robbing cradles? Or did your Sis get a law passed that says two 12s are as good as a 24?" he blurted out.
The guys nearby were holding their sides. I was biting my lip. He was playing it loose, getting in several good shots, while I had to be on my best behavior. I introduced Sally and Janey to my former coach and he shook hands with each one. I was surprised he shook them so gently, without causing their shirts to rise. Knowing him, that took tremendous effort. It also showed me the respect he had for me.
"So, which one of you do I have to thank for that home run that won the game?" he asked them.
Sally and I nodded at Janey. Janey, however, turned and pointed across the steamy room at Mac Washington and said, "Him!"
After the laughter died down, Coach said, "Well, little lady, you have just earned yourself a season ticket to all the home games." Cheers from the players. He looked over at me. "But you will have to pay double to get in." More jeers than cheers, but it was all in fun.
After all the preliminary blustering, he lowered his voice further and pulled Sally and I into conversation off to one side. I stood where I could keep an eye on the room and Janey.
"Shit, Larry! When you said they were good looking, I thought you meant like Judith. These two are fuckin' beautiful!" Remembering Sally standing there, he actually reddened. "Sorry, ma'am, please excuse my French."
I knew he was more worried about the effect the two women would have on some of the guys and whether they could control themselves. He wasn't the only one who was worried. I knew most of the guys and trusted them. Some of them, however, were new since I had stopped playing a few years ago. No risk, no gain, I kept telling myself. Maybe someday it would actually be true...
Sally's musical laughter set him at ease, and she relaxed as she realized this, too, was a planned event. Her eyes lit up as she figured out she was seeing a part of my history she did not have a clue existed. We had never talked about sports and stuff.
"Damn, I don't know if some of the guys, 'specially the single ones, are gonna make it with all that, that, that..." he looked at Sally, lost for words.
" ... cunt? Ass? Tits? Pussy?" she helped, laughing at his embarrassment. Her eyes were following Janey around the room as well. The teen was wandering around the room, laughing and talking to naked men as if she did it every day. She seemed to be remembering every play each player had made. She was encouraged to re-enact - with vigor, no less - all the best plays. I noticed most of those seemed to involve some kind of action that brought her hands over her head and her shirt up almost to her chin. I hoped she wouldn't want to do this after every game.
He roared with laughter. "Damn straight! Her - and you, missus - walkin' round here with all that tit and ass showin' may cause some of the boys to forget that they're gentlemen. And I even had them whack it off three times before the game."
"I'm sure they'll behave themselves." I was praying like the dickens that they would. Most of the guys 'dickens' were raised to heaven by Janey's antics, even as we watched. I watched as Janey walked up to Mac. He and I had played together in college and then here in Triple A. I was sorry he had never made it to the majors. If he ever got there, they would see how good he really was.
Mac and I still kept in contact regularly, Hell, we were best friends, but I had not warned him about this, as I had the coach. Mac eyed me across the room and I winked at him. From his glare, I knew I would hear about this for a long time. I wondered if he would tell his wife. She was the jealous type. Nice, beautiful, but jealous.
We watched Janey chat with him for a while and then hand him a Sharpie marker.
"Where did she get that?" I whispered to Sally. I knew she didn't have any pockets.
"Don't know. I'll go find out," she volunteered.
Mac looked flustered for a moment, then took the pen, trying not to drop the towel held strategically over his groin. I couldn't tell, but it looked like he was very, very erect. I knew he was embarrassed as hell. His personal equipment gave credence to the myth that black males have big cocks. He was well endowed, and, surprisingly, very shy about it. He had hardly dated the entire time I had played ball with him, and not for lack of available or willing women. Handsome and smart, he made a fine catch. Now, he just looked flustered, wondering where to put his hands.
We saw him looking for a piece of paper to write on, and Janey shook her head 'No' as she pointed to her shirt. His face was a tortured affair. He tried to write without touching her, but she would have none of that. She grabbed his hand and pressed the pen firmly into the cloth, and her tit. The pressure with which she pushed down on his hand made her breast sag. He looked at me for a second, gave me a wry 'Fuck You' look and placed his other hand under Janey's soft tit flesh to hold it up.
The towel he was holding in that hand, covering his groin, fell to the floor. I could hear Janey's gasp even from where I was across the noisy room. His ebony cock was proudly standing there and she was devouring it with her eyes. I thought I saw her begin to reach for it, but he deftly shifted it away from her. He always did have some smooth moves. I think he also tried to distract her by rubbing his thumb over her nipple, but that may have been an accident. Sure, that's it. It must have been...
Just as he finished signing his name over her right breast, Sally walked up and presented her chest for signing. She said something to him and the big man grinned. His letters were larger this time, his name scrawled across both her boobs. He gently held the bottom of each soft orb in turn as he signed his autograph across their tops. From her shivering reactions, I figured he had stroked a couple more nipples in the signing process.
Sally took the pen from him and slipped it down the crease in her tight shorts, saying something to him as she did. I have never seen an erection fall so fast as his did then. Sally said something else, laughed and kissed him on the cheek, and I saw him give her a small smile of apology. As she gently guided Janey back towards me, holding her firmly by the arm, Mac grinned over and gave me a big 'OK' sign. I knew he meant Sally, and not just for her tits. He and I talked all the time. He knew what she meant to me. I just wish his cock hadn't been so glad to meet her, too. But a near naked lady in the locker room was too much of an invitation. I couldn't blame him really.
"We're going to miss him 'round here," said Coach quietly, so that only I could hear.
I looked at the Coach in surprise. I hadn't heard they were letting him go. Something wasn't right.
"That's where I was when you come in," he explained. "New York was on the phone. They finally listened to me and are going to give him his shot at the 'Bigs'. He gets to replace that guy, what's-his-face third baseman that tore a muscle yesterday. Mac'll do good. He's ready."
I couldn't have agreed more.
We said our good-byes to a chorus of cheers and catcalls. All in all, the guys had behaved themselves admirably, under the circumstances. The parking lot was deserted as we walked to my car.
As I reflected, my girls had also behaved quite well, under the circumstances.