Prologue

Every professional sports team has someone just like me on the payroll. Some leagues, the NFL and the NBA, have more than one travelling with each team.

This is not exactly something I had pictured myself doing in life. It wasn’t something I thought of as an option when I attended any of those job fairs in my teens, and it definitely didn’t come up during any of my career aptitude tests. I didn’t research it or have to apply for the position. I was, as is every member in the field ~ recruited.

It’s not rocket science and I’m not exactly changing the world but I’m not ashamed of what I do. Would I want my daughter to grow up and follow in my footsteps? Absolutely not. Like I said, I’m not ashamed of my work but if I ever get lucky enough to have a daughter of my own then I wish bigger and better things for her.

I’m sure my parents wouldn’t be too thrilled to know that their youngest daughter regularly services a number of professional athletes… on her knees. Not that I have any intention of contacting them or anyone else in my family and telling them. I haven’t seen my most of my family since the day I graduated high school and that suits me just fine. I don’t need them to call me names to know what I am and what I do is something they’d approve of.

I’ve been called a lot of things, few of them complimentary, but then again, having a thick skin is a requirement in this particular line of work. Once a player’s wife called me “The Girlfriend” and it stuck, which as long as it didn’t bother them it doesn’t bother me, but on paper, for accounting purposes, I’m referred to as a Specialist.

Specialists usually don’t stay with one team for longer than a single season, two at the outside. It is a precaution, a safeguard to prevent any unhealthy (read: unwise) attachments forming that you can guess can be an occupational hazard considering the intimate nature of the services the specialist provides. I’ve heard of women doing this that have gone off the deep end after falling for a player, intentionally causing chaos and drama in their personal lives, demanding attention outside of “work”, and doing everything in their power to undermine the players’ family lives. There have even been a couple of cases where a few girls ended up pregnant “accidentally” on purpose.

Of course these are exactly the types of things that employing a Specialist is supposed to eliminate. There are women, fans, and easy lays everywhere. In hockey they are often referred to by the players as “Pucks” because of the way they are passed around from player to player. But engaging in some naughtiness with a random puck is like playing Russian roulette with your dick. There are a million things that can and do go wrong and it isn’t really worth it for the guys with the big contracts or the ones who have wives and girlfriends to go home to. These days fewer and fewer guys are willing to risk a paternity suit or the possibility of sharing a disease with their significant other and the from a purely business point of view, the team and the league has even less patience.

Still, it wasn’t easy for the boys to stay faithful. Not that they don’t love their wives or have the intent to be monogamous. The difficulty usually comes on the road when they’re jacked up with adrenaline after an exhilarating win or equally wound up after a heartbreaking loss. That intensity usually manifests into something...primal.; a very basic and honest need that demands instant gratification.

Sex. A lot of sex.