Chapter 175

• Rita Johnson was on the hook. I smiled as my Maserati sped down the freeway toward the football team's training facility. I had to admit I respected David Johnson's tenacity when it came to Kat. I also admired his power play over her, demanding the anal session she had promised him and getting it on his terms. That's why I was headed to a seedy motel at 10 a.m. on a Tuesday.
• Johnson had given Kat an address and a time -- 8 a.m. Tuesday at a Scottish Inn near the team's practice bubble. He told her to get a room and pay for it, another bold move. It was $40 for two hours. Kat had obeyed, taking an Uber, so Jess and I could finish packing for the surprise trip the girls were taking me on that day. Our flight was wheels up at noon, and we had no time to waste.
• I had been to this shitty Scottish Inn before, years ago, during a phase when I liked to fuck naive, new hookers who advertised on Craigslist. It was a true dump, the perfect place to make any girl feel like a whore. I wanted to shake David Johnson's hand for degrading Kat this way. She loved the finer things. To see her slumming it at a $20 an hour motel with stained linens, a tube TV, and single-ply toilet paper so she could get fucked in the ass by an all-pro linebacker made my cock hard. She truly was a whore.