Page 76 of Unhinged Kallie

The crack of the bat echoed loud, and I spotted the ball right away, running backward while keeping my eye on it. The lights were intense, and I lost it once in the bright glare but found it again just as I reached the warning track. I counted the final steps three, two, and one before leaping into the air. I felt the ball hit my glove and pinched it tight, stealing the home run away from the opposing team and ending the game.

“Whoo!” I yelled and met my teammates on the infield for a congratulations handshake. I spotted Jeff, the scout from Toronto, standing off to the side with a pen and notebook in his hand. I liked that he was old school. He made notes about everything I said to him and even smiled when I answered the questions terribly.

He waved me over, and my heart beat hard. Were they really interested in me? Until now, I was going through the motions and hoping I was good enough, but I always wondered if I was fooling myself.

Jogging over, I tried not to show how excited I was that he wanted to speak to me again. For all I knew, he would tell me in person, ‘Thanks but no thanks.’

“Mr. Barker,” I said, and he laughed.

“Call me Jeff. Are you still interested in Toronto as one of your destinations?”

“Heck yes.” You couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. “I mean, yes, Sir.”

He let out a barking laugh. “Heck yes, is just fine. We’re considering signing you to a triple A, minor league deal where you can prove yourself and move up. Unless you’d rather wait for another team to make a deal?”

I shook my head no. “Would I be able to finish out my degree here first?”

“Let’s sit down for a few minutes and talk if you have the time?”

“Yes, I have the time.” I followed him to the dugout and kept looking for Kallie, but the stands had cleared out, and all was quiet.

* * *

Holy shit, they wanted to fly me to Florida to see the complex and then on to Toronto to catch a game and meet some of the team. I had no idea if this was normal. I’d never talked to players who had been through this kind of thing before.

The locker room was empty except for a couple of guys. I couldn’t see them but heard them as I stripped to shower. I couldn’t wait to tell Kallie. I expected her to show up here as soon as everyone cleared out. Fucking her in the shower had been a fantasy of mine that I would love to come true.

I stroked my cock as I waited for the water to warm up. The showers had a three-quarter wall running all the way around to separate them from the rest of the locker room. The one back at my high school was all open, and it was much harder for the area to heat up. Tilting my head back under the shower spray, I smiled as a hand touched my cock, but the smile quickly turned to horror as an unfamiliar voice spoke.

“You look like you could use some attention.”

My eyes snapped open to stare into the pretty face of one of the girls on the dance team. She was naked and biting her lip as she stroked me. What the fuck was this? Did I have a sign over my head saying I liked to be assaulted?

“What the fuck are you doing?” I tried to step away from her, but she tightened her grip until it was painful. “Get the fuck off me.”

What the hell? Did I push her? Did I try to pry her hand off my junk? What the fuck does someone do in a situation like this?

“I’ve been watching you for the last two years,” she said.

Great, I had two stalkers in my life. “Yeah, well, I haven’t been watching you. Now let go. You can’t be in here.”

“Come on, I’ll make you feel good.”

“I promise you won’t. Now get dressed and get out of here right now,” I said.

“Why are you being such a jerk?” Her nails dug in. I winced and tried to step away again.

“Let go, or I swear I’ll start screaming rape. I don’t care.”

“Rape? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I really am. Let go of me and get the fuck out. This is your last warning.” I clenched my fists so I didn’t do something like grab her and accidentally bruise her as I tried to get her to let go, but she took it as a threat.

“Are you going to hit me?”

“No, I just want you to go away. I have no interest.” She looked down at my cock in her hand. “It was hard because I was thinking of my girlfriend, which is not you, whom I don’t know, have never met, and certainly never noticed. Is that clear enough for you?”

Her eyes filled with tears as if I assaulted her in the women’s bathroom.