Chapter 163: The Kid

Chapter 163: The Kid—A Completely Different Danny

 

            Dan Blackburn knew he wasn’t going to be starting. Mike Dunham would be and he knew that’s how is should be… he supposed. He couldn’t say that he was happy about it. Still, this was the Avalanche, and Dan hadn’t yet proven that this was a team he could be trusted against. His day would come, he knew that much. It just wasn’t coming fast enough for him.

            Hell, when he thought about it, Patrick Roy was 20 when he got his first Conn Smythe trophy. Dan was almost 20. Not that he had a real right to assume that he was the next living legend in goaltending, but it almost depressed him to think about it. Some goalies got the glory out of the gate, and others went entire careers without getting anything.

            Dan sighed and wandered out of the locker room. He wasn’t going to be starting that day and when a goalie wasn’t starting during that day the rest of the Rangers never noticed him. It was a superstition that the team seemed to have developed during that year. They never interacted with the back up for the day. Dan didn’t see any sense in that one because their win loss record was still in the shithole so why should he suffer in loneliness because of it?

            So he had taken to wandering around aimlessly in the arena before games, sometimes he came into the locker room with just enough time to strip, get into gear, and join the team on the ice at gametime only to be ignored on the bench. They never complained about it and sometimes he wondered if he just disappeared for the whole game if they would notice that. Still, he wasn’t brave enough to try that.

            Dan was walking slowly around the Pepsi Center. No one recognized him and he knew what they were thinking, the ones that did stop to look at him. He just looked like a dumb, droopy eyed kid and if he wanted autographs he should wait until after the game.       He sighed and then thought with some amusement about what he had seen just ten minutes earlier in the parking lot. He had looked out of the bus window and seen two women kissing in the parking lot. He had giggled but he hadn’t pointed it out to anyone. Why should he let anyone else have a look?

            Were they girlfriends? Dan wasn’t sure. It was the player’s parking lot so he was willing to bet they were wives. Did that mean that some player wives were having an affair? Hee that was too funny!

            Dan giggled to himself again.

            “What are you laughing at silly puppy?”

            Dan raised his eyes and looked with some surprise at the woman leaning against the wall in the empty hallway. She was skinny, blond, a lot older than him but she was pretty. Dan shrugged. “Nothing.”

            She smiled warmly and Dan realized with a shock in his gut that this was the woman he had seen in the parking lot. Holy shit!

            She stepped forward to him and grabbed his hand in her small, soft one. Damn she smelled good! She smelled almost like spices and vanilla cookies. His stomach growled. The woman had obviously heard it and she laughed, “Are you hungry?”

            Dan shook his head. He didn’t know what to say really. Who was she? Why was she grabbing his hand?

            “Come with me,” she said in a low voice, “You have a few minutes, nes pas?”

            Ooooo she was French!!!

            “Umm,” he stuttered, “Erm I don’t… I don’t have…”

            She pulled him forward to her and kissed him, her mouth softly eased his open and he could feel a wicked flick of her tongue in his mouth. Her pretty scent drifted through his senses and he got an immediate woody. He felt her hand press against it and he almost fainted. She began leading him into a darkened room and he was feeling no reason to stop her.

            “Don’t worry,” she whispered, “Your team paid for me, is alright. A little reward for having to sit so lonely all the time.”

            A French whore? Dan’s mind almost exploded as she pushed him into a chair and began to remove his clothing. This was awesome! The team had bought him a French whore! Those women were like capable of anything and everything. They were goddesses that the veterans talked about and never let the younger guys have. They left memories to treasure forever! Wow he didn’t know the team cared about him this much. How cool of them. He moaned as she began speaking in French, kissing his throat, her mouth sliding down his bare chest to his belly down lower to….

            “Omigod!” Dan squeaked.

            When Dan stumbled into the locker room the team swarmed him.

            “Dan where the HELL have you been?!” Coach Trottier bellowed.

            There seemed to be exclamations of a similar nature from the rest of the team and everyone was milling around him. Dan blinked slowly and scratched his head. “Thanks guys,” he mumbled. “She was AMAZING!”

            Everyone stopped talking and they just stared at him. “What?” Mark Messier exclaimed. “What are you talking about, were you with a groupie?”

            Dan frowned. Something wasn’t right here. He shook his head, “No not a groupie. A French whore, you guys paid for her?”

            There was another silence and teammates exchanged glances. Something was really, really wrong here. Still, he could only concentrate on her smell, her tongue on his thighs, her hands smacking against his…

            Trottier shook his head and he was turning a deep shade of red. Dan usually feared that shade of red and cowered to it. For some reason, he didn’t feel that way anymore. The only thing that mattered to him was that he never understood a word of what she had said, and her nails were so delicious when they had spurred his sore bum, getting a rise out of him that he had never before…

            “You were fucking a whore? We need you and you were fucking a whore!” Trottier bellowed. 

            Dan swallowed and only barely suppressed a goofy grin. “Yeah,” he sighed. “But… but… she said you guys had paid for her and it was alright. Look I wouldn’t have touched her if I knew that she was lying! Honest!” Dan looked at the faces of his teammates and saw that all of them didn’t look angry so much as they looked… worried? “Hey,” Dan said, “You said that you needed me? Why? I’m really, really sorry.”

            There were a few sighs and then Messier narrowed his eyes and said in a deep, serious voice. “Look, Danny, Mike just tore his groin as he was stretching about half hour ago. There’s no way he can play today, we’re gonna need you in net today. Can you handle that?”

            Dan’s heart stopped. He wanted to fall to the ground weeping and screaming. He never had sex or looked at porn or choked the chicken on game day. He just couldn’t function if he’d had any sort of sexual stimulation just like he had just had. She had moaned so perfectly into his ear, her fingers had traveled over his skin, she had cooed his name…..

            “Kid?” Messier said. “Kid? Hellooooo?”

            “Huh?” Dan mumbled his mouth was watering and he felt dizzy. “What?”

            “Shit,” one of his teammates laughed. “Lookit him he’s not even in game mode. He’s thinking about that French whore!”

            “Where the hell did you get a French whore!” Trottier bellowed, grabbing Dan by the shoulders and staring into his eyes. “What did she look like?”

            Dan blinked slowly and sniffed. “She was kinda old, and kinda blond and skinny… she spoke a lot of French and, and, she smelled like sugar cookies.” He grinned again remembering the drop of candy she had slipped into his mouth, the sugar gliding over his tongue, a sharp liquid in the center. She hadn’t told him what kind of candy it was.

            “Sugar cookies?” some of the guys exclaimed and muttered.

            “Sugar cookies?” Trottier repeated and then Dan saw the light of recognition fly over his face. “God DAMMIT sugar cookies? It was fucking Mimi Roy wasn’t it? She was just wandering around the hallways?”

            Dan nodded. “Yeah, she was just standing there and she called me a ‘silly puppy’ heeee I felt cute!”

            There was another round of groans and Trottier hissed. “It was Mimi then, French whore is right!”

            Dan giggled and hobbled over to his locker, running his tongue over his lips. “Hey guys,” he said brightly. “I can play no doubt about it. I am here for ya, don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be great.”

            “Patrick Roy’s wife?” Brian Leetch exclaimed. “Is that who you’re talking about?”

            Trottier nodded. “Yes God Dammit he must have sent her down to throw off our goalie.”

            There was laughter and expressions of disbelief from the team. Dan didn’t really listen to them. He knew they were saying mean things about her and he didn’t want to hear it as he began to slide off his clothes. He was on a different cloud. She wasn’t a whore? She was Patrick Roy’s wife? Why had she picked him of all people? Why was he special? He felt blessed and invigorated.

            “Jesus Christ!” Messier yelled and Dan looked at him. “Kid what happened to your ass!”

            Danny grinned and craned his neck to look down at his ass. He could see how red it was. “Heee,” he giggled. “She spanked me when I called her Momma.”

            There was another round of groans and Dan went back to fumbling with his gear. He felt special. He didn’t care how mad the team was with him. They didn’t matter anymore. All he cared about was the scent of her still on his skin, and the sound of her moans inside his head. All he cared about was the fact, that he didn’t feel so much like a kid anymore.