Chapter 13
It had been an eventful night for the Pros. Morgan had greased the skids for Collins' ouster; Collins had discovered debauchery on the team; Morgan had helped himself to the cause of the debauchery-Trudy-and now Mike Herring was tying it all up with a telephone call to his boss from Reno.
He was in Arlene's room at the downtown hotel. Arlene had told him all that Jim O'Flanagan told her about Kid Stew and the upcoming game with the Milwaukee Darts. Mike was delighted with the information.
"Big Joe," he said eagerly, "the odds are wrong. Cover all the money and take the Pros. They've got some stuff going that will put the game away in the first quarter."
"Very interesting," said Big Joe. There was a pause, then he added, "you know Mike, what this means if you're wrong." Mike blanched. It was a big chance he would risk. The rewards would be great if he turned out right. Big Joe was always generous for correct information."
"You'll never regret it," pumped Mike. "And boss, plan two is working like a charm. I've got Jim O'Flanagan in bed with Arlene. The kid doesn't know which end is up. We'll get him in the tank as soon as we get back to LA. Then, we'll get the fix in with Jessup and pick up a couple million in the title game."
"How do you know you can fix Ron?"
"He's sore at the team. He's in the dog house with Jess Henderson. Henderson will be the Pros coach in a week or so. Morgan is kicking Collins out. It's a mess, but that's the way things are shaping up. Ron will be so sick of the Pros, he'll go along. He's quitting anyhow after this year. Why not duck out with a bundle? Ron is no fool."
"By the way, Mike, I want that girl of yours, Arlene, over here this week. I think she might be good for a little relaxation. I will expect her."
"She'll be there, boss. I've got to have her around a little now to make Jim happy. Understand?"
"Work it out."
"Right, boss." Mike hung up in an exultant mood. "Baby," he said to the nude, blonde, sexy creature lying curled up against his own naked body, "let's have a little fun."
"You've had a busy day in bed," says Mike. Arlene stretched out seductively. "I'm not too tired-for a real man lover," she said.
"Neither am I," said Mike, nestling down beside his nude lovemate. He switched off the light and sank into her naked arms. A sigh from both of them, followed by some sensuous squirming on her part, told the story until both collapsed in ecstasy.