The final whistle blew, and he jumped for joy. He’d done it the game was won. And it meant the world to him. It was his debut game in New Zealand and he needed the win, he knew the fans were dubious of him, being from England. But he’d put everything into the game and now he was exhausted. He went through the after match ritual of shaking the hands and the tunnel, and he could barely walk he was hardly awake having left every thing out on the pitch. But he knew he was require for the post game interview, and this one was important.
He’d agreed to an expose from one of the new journalists, knowing full well they’d need the story as much as he did. the paln was they’d follow a week in his life and give the fans an insight into him. He hadn’t met her yet, but it was all arranged that he’d meet Her after the game and move from there.
After the game, she was stood there and came walking over confidently arm extended and god she was beautiful. She had the longest smoothest legs he’d seen, accentuated by the largest heels he’d seen, Her skin was perfectly tanned and highlighted by a tight fitting, sleeveless red dress, stopping way above Her knees, Her curly shoulder length hair, looking messy but in a stylish way, and She had such full red lips. He took Her hand and was held by such pretty eyes, so deep and big, the smile had a look of evil to it, but he liked that, he blushed when she lean in and kissed him on the cheek, not expecting in and she smelt good.
“its so good of you to agree to an access all areas interview, i think its going to be beneficially to us both” she said, smiling as she wheeled a case behind her, linking an arm with him, walking with him, each heel click echoing. He couldn’t deny enjoying the attention, and the look of his team mates seeing her. “not at all” he replied. “its great to finally meet.” she smiled as they headed into the bar area, he ordered a beer and her ice water, sitting in the back, he watched as she slid in close, her vocie always soft, low so he had to really focus. “so, she said, i thought today we’d keep it simple, just a few brief questions, and we’d just go from there, how does that sound.” She said, the bar quiet today, most of the guys had gone off into town, but he would catch up later. “great, that sounds perfect.” She smiled, crossing her long legs, pointing the heel.
After a few simple questions, she leant closer, tap recorder on the side. “so,” she purrred. “how hard is it to focus on the pitch, is it easy to concentrate on the game?” He smile she had been funny and playfully and was a good interviewer, he liked the questions not as mundane as the other interviews. “not at, i only think about the game, nothing else matters but winning the worries, issues all fade away, till after the game.” She smiled and he was sure she was moving closer, her breasts pushed out. “Tabula Rasa.” She said, it slow long, sultry, it made him shiver. “what does that mean he said.” fully attentative to Her. “Blank state.” She said, lips pouty seductive, eyes dark, he was fascinated. “nothing matters but doing what needs to be done.” She was stroking his arm then, it felt nice and he nodded, the bar was empty bar them, how long had passed. “i see he said, i like that, yes that describes it nicely.” She moved closer and was focused on his eyes, the hand moving up and down his arm. “yes, many players talk about it but embracing it, appreciating how much power it gives, it helps them develop, i watched you, you are good but…” as She said this she slide into his lap and he blushed as She felt his arousal he’d been trying so hard to hide. “with my help” squirming as she felt the arousal and putting a hand in his hair stroking, petting, relaxing.”You could be the best.” She looked he was fixated she had him. “Tabula rasa, tabula rasa, tabula rasa.” She said it over and over, and he felt so calm so good as she did, he knew he was hear for something but he couldn’t think what, he just felt good, mind clear, calm, blank. She kissed his neck softly and he groaned, arms resting in her lap. “such a sweet boy, yes Tabula rasa the blankness phrase, you’ll going to grow to love it.” she was whispering which made him tingle, he only wanted to listen, Her foot was moving up and down his leg. “now in a moment i will bring you back but whenever you hear or think the trigger phrase tabula rasa you will feel a sense of calm and blankness wash over you. i’m going to suggest we go someplace more private, and you are going to invite me to your home and we will continue the conditioning there, understand. He wanted to say yes, but he could only nod. “good boy.” she said and leant in kissing him, deliberately smudgiing the lip stick on his lips, he groaned as she slide back and crossed her legs. “waking on 1,2,3.”
He shook his head clear, not quite sure what happened, brushing his lips as she smiled. “enjoy?” she asked. “how do you do that it felt amazing.” she smiled “just a taste, my sweet boy.” he smiled. “i can make you so much better, and do so much more than tell your story, but it looks like its going to shut here soon. he sighed he flt a longing he couldn’t explain, an urge, he barely knew her but it felt right. “we could go back to mine and discuss things further. She grinned wickedly, standing and taking his hand. “yes that sounds good lets go talk…. Tabula rasa.” he frooze feeling blank dizzy. She giggled has he stood there admiring him, what a catch he was, she’d studied him closely and knew from her analysis he’d be suggestible but never like this…. she had much planned as she woke him and lead him to her car.