Listen up, these hoes got stories to tell
Up On Game brings the sex, lies, and emotions of dealing with a professional athlete to center court. You will get to read 8 unique stories from women and their experiences with NBA players and college athletes. The good, the bad, and the straight nasty! Following the stories is a guide on what to expect, how to react, and the things you should keep in mind when trying to land yourself a baller.
Below you can read an excerpt from one of the stories that will be featured in Full Court Pumps Presents: Up On Game. These stories are all TRUE and from the perspective of the women who had these experiences with a professional athlete.
It all started labor day weekend of 2012. I decided to hit up a popular club in Dallas by the name of Privae. I was dressed fresh to death with a goal in mind; tonight I would get me a baller. I met one of homegirls up at the club and about 25minutes of being there a group of NBA ballers walked in. My girl was clearly familiar with the group and knew a few faces, me not so much. Next thing you know we were getting cozy in their section, pouring up drinks and partying to the loud tunes of southern music. Couple of shots in I started feeling myself and asked my girl to put me on. She introduced me to a fine, tall 6’6″ dark piece of dark chocolate man with nappy dreads down to his back. He was very polite with that southern gentleman demeanor which I instantly fell in love. I didn’t get the impression he was like theother flashy guys in the bunch.
That one is pretty tame, however…
We talked and joked with each other for awhile before we cuddled and laid down to watch a movie. Everyone knows a movie is just a distraction until one of us made the first move. I was very hesitant because it was that time of the month and I honestly didn’t plan on doing anything with him this go around. The passionate kisses returned from the first night we met and I could feel myself getting wet, not just from the blood that was releasing. I told him it was that time of month and instead of pushing back, he kept at it. He hopped out of bed to grab a towel and spread it out on the bed. This muthaf****r had zero shame. Once again, he whipped out his third leg, ignored the idea of a condom and f****d me hard. When he pulled out to “finish” on my back I looked back and noticed his d*** was covered it blood. It didn’t seem to bother him at all although it kind of made me feel embarrassed. The room looked like a bloody murder scene afterwards. We both cleaned up and before we went to bed we called downstairs to ask for a sheet change. I didn’t even want to see the face of the room maid when she saw the after effect of what appeared to be a massacre.
Then there is this one…
As the season went by, any games he had near my city he would invite me. Same drill every single time. Towards the end of the season it was clear that I was getting in my feelings as I began feeling used. Was this all it was going to be? I approached him with that feeling and he did apologize for the misunderstanding and he assured me those were not his intentions at all. With that he finally invited me back to his home team city. He booked my ticket, sent for car service, and just like that I was waiting in the lobby of his luxurious condominium in Dallas. Excitement filled me when I seen him as I felt maybe we were getting somewhere with me finally coming to his home instead of a hotel room.
As we rode up the elevator he broke the news to me that I would be meeting, in his words, “a very crazy woman in his life.” That “crazy woman” would end up being his mother. I was a little thrown off by news. You play in the NBA and you live with YOUR MOTHER?
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