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Chapter 12 - Brentwood Country Club

During his time in England, Michael had taken up sports other than football. The most he could do to train over there was throwing the ball into a target net and various other solo drills, after all his friends across the pond preferred a different kind of football. 

He had taken up equestrianism and had also been a member of the Eton College fencing team, but the one sport he loved the most other than football, was golf. His father Alan had made him golf from a young age, he claimed it was a necessary skill for a businessman. Many deals were made amongst the Los Angeles elite as they smoked cigars and swung their clubs on the courses of the different country clubs.

His father had been a member of the most exclusive country club in L.A., the Los Angeles Country Club. Mike remembered when he was 8 years old, he once spotted his father reading something with intense focus, and after he asked him what he was doing he replied he was studying the LACC's rule book which was 1,000 plus pages long.

Michael could not visit the LACC without his father as Mike was not a member, and with how exclusive they were it wasn't likely he would be given a chance for membership until he was much older. So, he decided on a different club much closer to where he lived, the Brentwood Country Club. 

To join, he would still need an invitation or sponsorship from one of the existing members. So, he had recently called up an old acquaintance who had once done some work on their family home in the Hollywood Hills. 

He pulled into the club parking lot, which was filled with different luxury cars. Country clubs in L.A. were expensive to join and exclusive, so their ranks were made up entirely of the wealthy. Adhering to the club's dress code, he wore a tucked-in collared shirt, tailored slacks, and dress shoes. Entering the clubhouse, he spotted the man who would be his sponsor. 

"Hello, Mr. Pritchett."

"Michael! Look at you kid, you've certainly grown, the last time I saw you was… was at…"

"My mother's funeral? Yeah… I remember."

"Right… sorry. So… I'm surprised you want to join this club, why aren't you with your father and the rest of the snobs at the LACC?" Jay Pritchett said with a scowl. The Los Angeles Country Club had denied Jay's entry into their club many years ago and he had never gotten over it. 

"Oh, he's overseas, besides I wouldn't want to join their club anyway. Those snobs won't even let you text or wear shorts."

Jay showed Michael around the club giving him a tour of the different rooms and facilities. There was a spa, a pool, multiple tennis courts, a restaurant that contained a bar, a fitness room, and of course the golf course. They went inside the locker room and changed out of their attire and into their golf clothes. Michael bought a hat from the pro shop that had a shield with a B on it. 

In order to join a country club, you didn't just need the sponsor of a member, you needed the approval of other members as well. And as they made their way to the golf course, they were joined by two more club members and friends of Jay, Bill Green and Harold Winter. 

The four of them retrieved two golf carts and drove over to the first hole of the 18-hole golf course. Jay pulled out two Arturo Fuente cigars and took out a cigar cutter, snipped the end of one of them and handed it to Michael. 

"You're 18, right kid?" Jay asked.

"Uh, no, I'm 16."

"Michael, I tried to join the army before I was eighteen with a fake ID, you sure as shit can smoke a cigar with us, so let me ask you what the recruiter asked me all those years ago," Jay said as he took out a butane cigar lighter, "You're eighteen right kid?!" 

"Well… for the next hour I am," Mike said as he took the cigar in his mouth as Jay lit it for him.

The other two men chuckled at the scene before them.

"No shame in that kid, I started smoking when I was fourteen, different times," Harold said.

"You know kid, we don't usually appoint members so young, but there are always exceptions. Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself?" Bill said as Jay was setting up to take the first swing of the group. 

"Well, I love jazz, love a good scotch, a good cigar, and most importantly I love playing football which is why I'm so excited to be back stateside. I lived in England for the last four years and I loved to golf over there to spend time as they don't exactly play our brand of football."

"Back here to play some football, eh? What position and where are you playing?" Asked Bill.

"Quarterback, and I'm going to be playing for Pali High." 

Jay finished his swing. Michael's statement caught the attention of all three as they now looked at him with even more interest.

"Really? You know Bill and I used to play there back in the 70s," Harold said.

"My grandkids attend Pali High, and I've been a booster for the football team for years," said Jay.

"Well, I hope you guys catch some games this year, I think we'll have one of Pali High's best seasons ever." 

"So, you're a QB, but are you the QB?" Harold asked.

"Yes sir, I'm QB one."

"And how's Coach Johnson? Let me tell you something, these younger coaches nowadays are soft. Harold and I played under Coach Dick North, now that was a hard man, I mean he was really stiff, he really gave it to ya," Bill said.

Mike stifled a laugh at Bill's unintentionally funny remarks. "Coach is… doing alright. But he's been distracted lately. Some sort of family emergency or something."

The four of them had finished their shots and climbed into their golf carts and drove down the course to find where their balls landed. 

Jay located his ball and was the next to take a shot.

"Well, you've got my vote kid, just make sure you play your heart out and make the Dolphins proud," Bill said.

"I'll think about it, I've gotta see you play first before I give you my support," Harold said in jest. "Y'know we used to get our asses kicked every year by Crenshaw, I hope you can avenge us, Mike."

"I'll try."

Bill was the next to take a swing while Jay came back over puffing on his cigar. 

"Let me tell you something kid, back in the day I was a local hero. No, not because I served in Vietnam. It was because I once scored four touchdowns in a single game. Yes, that's right, not in a season in a single game!" Jay said with a nod. "Four! Can you believe it? They even named the field after me, 'Jay Pritchett Field'. I could've made something out of my football career, I had multiple offers to different junior colleges, but I decided I wanted to serve my country again and joined the Army." 

"Oh yeah? What position did you play Mr. Pritchett?"

"Fullback, back when the fullback was the most important position on the offense, now they barely utilize it, and the position is a glorified blocker." 

They got back into their carts and continued with their game.

..

After finishing their game on the 18-hole golf course they headed back into the clubhouse, changed out of their golf clothes and were currently having a meal at the restaurant. They sat at a table in the elegantly decorated restaurant that overlooked the green fields of the club. 

Michael was eating one of the best steaks he had ever had in his life while Jay was telling him the process of becoming a full member.

"So, the other members will have to vote on whether or not I become a member?" Michael asked Jay.

"That's right, but don't worry about that. Your being a football player will certainly work in your favor with the other members. Your age might be a strike against you, but as long as you act respectfully and behave, I don't see it stopping you from gaining membership." 

"And you've already gained our support, that's an important step," Bill said.

"Your initiation fee will be one hundred and eighty thousand dollars, and because of your age, you are not eligible for full membership, which simply means you can't vote on club matters. You'll be what's called a junior executive member until you turn thirty-six," Jay further explained. 

"That's fine with me, I just want to golf and enjoy the amenities," Michael said.

The waiter approached the table and set down the bill. Michael went to reach for it to pay for their meals, but he was stopped by Jay.

"You're my guest kid, I'll pay."

"Thanks, Mr. Pritchett."

"Mr. Pritchett is what they call me at work. Call me Ace." 

"Sure… Ace. Why do they call you Ace?"

Michael's question caused Bill to snigger. "Yeah Jay Boy why do they call you Ace?"

Jay harrumphed and said, "Never mind that. Now, Michael, it might take you a while to receive your membership, so in the meantime, you are free to be my guest whenever you want to golf."

"Thanks, Ace," Michael said which caused Jay to smile. 

..

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Michael made it back home, and got in a quick lifting session in his home gym before taking a shower.

He went downstairs and put some chicken in the oven, some frozen broccoli in the microwave, and some rice in a rice cooker. As he waited, he texted his next-door neighbor, Sandra, to ask her if he could use their jacuzzi, as a jacuzzi would be relaxing for his sore muscles. 

As he was eating he received a text back letting him know it was fine and to head on over whenever he was ready. He finished his meal, changed into his swimwear and a tank top, and headed on over to his neighbor's. 

Sandra opened the door wearing a tiny blue bikini and a long blue sarong cover-up wrapped around her waist. She welcomed Michael with a tight hug, pressing her breasts into him shamelessly. 

"Come in, come in!" 

"Thank you for letting me use your jacuzzi, Sandra." 

"Nonsense, I told you that you could sweetie. You don't mind if I join you, do you?" She asked as she led Michael to the backyard with her arm linked with his. 

"It's your house, you certainly don't have to ask for my permission." 

They made their way out to the backyard. Michael removed his tank top and was about to step inside the jacuzzi when Sandra stopped him. 

"I was thinking of getting some sun, can you help me with the sunscreen?" She asked as she pulled him by the hand over to her reclining chaise lounge chair. 

"Sure, no problem."

She unwrapped her sarong and dropped it to the floor revealing her blue thong bikini bottom. She knelt down on the chair facing away from him and untied her bikini top, dropping it as she lay down on her stomach. 

"Don't be shy, hon'. Make sure you cover every inch of my body; I don't want to get burned." 

He straddled the lounge chair behind her, Sandra's legs resting on his thighs as he squeezed the sunscreen into his hand and rubbed his hands together. He felt slightly nervous this time, something he usually never experienced when he was macking on chicks, but this was different. This was the first time he had ever felt like prey instead of the predator, he had never been targeted by a cougar.

He began to start applying the sunscreen as he massaged it into his skin, starting with her shoulders. He kneaded gently into her soft and warm skin as he felt his shorts tighten. He couldn't help where the blood in his body rushed, and he couldn't take his eyes off her plump rear. 

Michael worked his way down, and applied the sunscreen on her sides, lightly brushing his fingers on her large breasts that were smushed on the chair and spilled out to the sides. He then got to work on her lower back, applying slightly more pressure as he could feel a knot.

"Mmmmm, such strong hands, you should come over more often," she purred flirtatiously. 

He applied more sunscreen and began to work on her legs and thighs as they began to get to know each other a little better. Sandra told him about her deceased husband who was a plastic surgeon and about her daughter Sarah who recently graduated high school and would be attending UC Berkeley in the fall.

He had just finished covering her lower body, ending with her feet, when he finally said, "Alright Sandra, all done."

"No sweetie I don't think so," she said as she turned around and looked back at Michael. She grabbed his hand and placed it right on her ass. "Hon', I said everywhere," she teased flirtatiously. 

Michael was usually the one to make the first move, he certainly was not used to the boldness of an older woman. 'Maybe I should start going after cougars too… well it's more like they go after me,' he thought as he began to play with her ass. 'It's nice sometimes. Being the hunted instead of the hunter.' He thought as a smirk formed on his face.

'I know she's just teasing me today, but I'll bag her one day, probably soon.'

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