The Player: Maybe He Should Have Played a Different Game

By David A A Scott

The Player: Maybe He Should Have Played a Different Game is about a guy who has a job transporting patients to and from a doctor’s office. After a month or so he notices that the women he takes home are easy to talk to and get into bed, but then his eyes catch two sexy women who start coming to the therapy office. After he starts flirting and putting his player mode to work on them he finds out these two women are not just sexy, but know how to play the game better than him. After months of getting the chance to deal with both women at different times. He finds that he could be better off with one of them, but to his surprise the one he picks shows him that not only is she sexy, but can play the game better than him. This player’s life would never be the same after she finishes with her game.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781682892732

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Copyright © 2016 David Scott

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2016

ISBN 978-1-68289-272-5 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-68289-273-2 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 1

Wow! Here it is, 2013, a new and hopefully a brighter and pleasant new year. Man, the way things were in 2011 and at the end of 2012, I am glad to see a new year.

It all started about three years ago. I was a driver for a pain management office doing pickups for this doctor’s office. Today was nothing special as any other day, just doing my routing of picking up patients, dropping them off to therapy; and when they are done with therapy, my job is to take them back home.

All my years of thinking I was a so-called player who knew things would soon come back and bite me right square in the heart? I started the transportation job in October of 2002, and the job was sweet. They gave me a van and a cell phone to give the patients my number so they could call me and get picked up for their therapy appointments. After my first two weeks of driving for this doctor’s office, my patient pick-up list went from ten pickups a week to fifty people a week, that kept me very busy driving around the city all day because the doctor had three different offices around the city of Philadelphia. Because of me driving to different parts of the city, I would meet many people from all over the city, and with meeting these different people came the attention from the women who rode to therapy, and I must say I loved the attention I got from them. It was easy to get close to them because they had to come to therapy two or three times a week and that’s a lot of time to spend with the same guy for weeks at a time.

After months of attention from these women, I began thinking, Here I am, a married man surrounded by some pretty women and some not too attractive women. The temptation was hard not to see what these women were about, and if you’re thinking like a man, It was what that sex was like in bed. Some of these women had men at home, but what made things easy for a guy like me to get sexually close to them was when their men started acting up. To make things work out in my favor, I shared things with them like I was married but wasn’t happy at home. Most of the women wanted to play anyway because they knew not only my situation but that I had a wife at home and at the end of the day home was where both of us had to be. If you gave me the time of the day and showed you were interested in fooling around, we would go to breakfast or lunch to figure out what we both wanted out of this fling we were about to begin.

My first fling started in the South Philly area with a woman name Sonya. I was always told don’t trust those South Philly women they would either get you robbed or shot, but I thought I knew all there was to know about women. Period. So I ignored the talk. I and Sonya met while she was going to and from therapy. Things started out well between me and Sonya. We went out on many dinner and movie dates and got real close. She wasn’t the church girl type, but she had her share of problems like most women. Sonya came for therapy every two days a week and was given medicine as well for her pain from her accident, and that’s where our problem began. While out one night, Sonya told me she sold her medicine for extra cash, but to me I didn’t care what she did with her medication. That wasn’t my problem, that was between her and the doctor. I was here just for her sex.

We messed around for about three months. Things were going good. Our first night of having sex was a beauty. I decided to take Sonya to the Hilton Hotel with a Jacuzzi in the room, so I make my way to Sonya’s house because I was to be there to pick her up by eight o’clock. I reached her house by 7:45, and once I get to her door and rung the bell when Sonya answered the door. She was looking and smelling good enough to eat right in her doorway. The anticipation of having sex with her was high, and I was ready for this night. First thing we did was to go get something to eat, and we both decided on seafood so we went to Gallo’s Seafood Restaurant and ate seafood. In my mind I was getting the mood right to do Sonya deep and hard later tonight. Once dinner was over we made our way to the hotel. Now at the hotel I signed in and made our way to the room, and once in the room we relaxed a little and watched TV for an hour and then I said, Let’s get into the Jacuzzi. Sonya said, Hell, yeah. Then I watched as she took her clothes off, and seeing her body made my nature rise, and she looked at me and dropped to her knees and began to suck me slow and good. I began to feel relaxed. Her sucking me gave me an outer body feeling, and I just followed Sonya’s lead; and once she stopped, I took her hand and led her to the Jacuzzi where I sat her on the side of the Jacuzzi and sucked on her breast and made my way down to her love nest where I sucked her good and long. Then after ten minutes of sucking Sonya, she climaxed, and I went deep into her, and she moaned loud, and with every push in her she let out a louder moan, and once I was done sexing her we showered and made our way to the bed where we fell fast asleep. Once we got up in the morning, we had sex one more time before we checked out, and once we finished and checked out of the hotel, I took her home and gave her a kiss and said, I will see you Monday when I pick you up for therapy. Sonya said okay and walked into her house.

Monday morning I began doing my pick-ups for the Olney office then after I finished the Olney office I made my way to the South Philly area to start my pick-ups for that office, but I had to call Sonya to see if she was going today so I called Sonya to see if she was going to therapy, and she didn’t answer her phone, but she normally answered when she saw my number popped up on her phone. I kept calling and calling then when she finally answered her phone she started yelling in the phone, Stop calling me and I mean it. I said okay then hung up to start my pick-ups for the South Philly office. So I got my few patients, and we made our way to the therapy office. As soon as I walked into the South Philly office, the front desk woman Carol walked toward me in a fast pace and said, Your friend Sonya was here in the office about an hour ago and made a big scene in the treatment room on the doctor. With a stunned look on my face I said, What happen? Carol then began the story by saying the doctor asked Sonya to take a piss test, and she went crazy saying, Hell, no! She wasn’t taking no test, and then she said, Why all of a sudden? Do I have to take a test now when I have been coming here for five months, and no one took a piss test before? Then the doctor tried to explain, Every five or six months we have to test you to see if you’re taking the medication you are given. Sonya said, Bullshit! I think I know why you’re asking for a test, and I know it has something to do with Dave. So she jumped off the table and grabbed her coat and made her way out the room and turned to Carol who had come to see what was going on in the therapy room and said, You tell that fucking Dave I am gonna get his ass. She walked out the office toward Broad Street to catch a bus, so Carol said, Dave, be careful. We don’t know what’s on her mind or what she plans on doing. I said, I’m okay and thanks, but I got this Carol. Then Carol said, Okay but don’t take her for granted."

Three days later the shit hit the fan. Jackie the regional manager called me and got straight to the questions. Dave, were you fucking a woman at the South Philly office name Sonya? And was she driving the company van? I said, Yes, and Hell, no! Then she said, Okay, tell me how is it that this she also knows the code to the Olney office alarm? I replied, I really don’t know how she got the code, but she was with me Tuesday night when I was putting the treadmill together at the Olney office, and I guess she got the code when we were leaving, because as we were leaving and I was putting the code in, she was right beside me so that’s a thought of how she might have remembered the code. Sorry, Jackie. Then Jackie said, Well, you know I have to tell the big boss and see what he says. I said, okay, and Jackie hung up the phone.

Wednesday afternoon I got another call from Jackie. She said after I’m done with my pick-ups for the South Philly office Friday, it is