Life is awesome, I confess. What I do, I do best. You got nothing, I got tested and I'm best, yes.

Brittany smiled as she slid out of Jeff Carter’s room. Yes, he was married, but that didn’t stop him from requiring a booty call. Britt had made the trip to Sochi solely to do the one thing she was good at. Satisfying hockey players. She smiled at his teammates as she passed them. She knew some of them. Some, just from watching on TV, others, from watching in bed. She could probably explain each of their O faces without a problem. She was good at what she did.

“Hey, Britt,” PK Subban called as he walked away from the group of guys.

She grinned as he walked over. “Yes, Pernell?”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you up for a rendezvous tonight?” He whispered.

She nodded. “I’ll see what time I can make it at. I have some other plans tonight.”

“Room 204.” He winked as he walked off.

Lay me down tonight in my linen and curls. Let me down tonight, Riviera girls.

Brittany let out a moan as she and Carey finished up. He shushed her. The last thing either of them needed was his girl finding out about her. She took a deep breath before lifting herself off of him. He watched her with his brows furrowed. She slid into the change of panties she brought. Considering she didn’t wear any over, it was a good thing she brought a pair. She kissed Carey on the mouth one last time before she walked out of the room. PK’s was right across from Carey’s. She walked to his door, sliding in the key card he gave her.

“Brittany?” He called from the washroom.

“The one and only.” She smirked.

“Lay down, babe. I’ll be out in a minute.” He instructed.

Brittany took that as something different. She pulled off her clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She laid on the linen sheets on her back. PK walked out of the washroom with nothing but a towel on. He froze when he saw her on his bed. She gestured for him to drop the towel. He did before he charged over to her. They started with kissing.

“You know the saying ‘once you go black, you never go back’?” She breathed.

“Of course I know it, I invented it.” He laughed.

“I think it should be ‘once you go black, you always come back’ because I could never get enough of this.” She explained.

I fucked my way up to the top, this is my show. I fucked my way up to the top, go, baby, go. Go, go, go, go, go, this is my show. Go, go, go, go, go, this is my show.

The next day, Brittany met up with poor injured Johnny Tavares. He was one of the sweeter guys she hooked up with. He never said much and always thanked her. His girlfriend still went to the game, even though he was injured. It was more about his pleasure than hers, since he wasn’t able to do much. Britt had no problem helping the guy release some tension. The upset of being injured at the Olympics must have been driving him insane because he sure blew a load. After that, she met up with good old Drew. He was always a fun time. He loved to talk while they were at it.

“How did you hook up with John?” Drew asked as he thrusted.

“His leg was broken, not his dick.” She stated.

“You are a trip, Brittany.” He chuckled.

“That’s why all you boys love me.” She said before she dug her teeth into his shoulder.

“That’s gonna leave a mark!” He yelled.

“That was the plan.” She smirked.

I'm a dragon, you're a whore. Don't even know what you're good for. Mimickin' me's a fuckin' bore to me, but babe.

She rolled her eyes as Jamie Benn went to town on her. He was a bore in bed. His only goals were to get the kill and get his fix. He had no concern on pleasuring the girl, just himself. They always argued as they fucked. He was convinced that he should be the only one she was sleeping with. She laughed at that. He’d probably throw a fit if he knew she’d been with his brother and liney Tyler many times before she went to him.

“Can you pretend you’re enjoying this?” He hissed.

“Oh, Jamie!” She mocked. “Don’t stop!”

“I said pretend, not mock.” He spat.

“You could pretend you know what you’re doing and do something I want for once.” She growled.

He pulled out. “What do you want me to do?”

She sat up. “Get your meaty little fingers in there,” She instructed, grabbing his hand and leading it to her spot. “And then get your tongue in there, since you’re mouthy as it is.”

“I fucking hate you so much.” He huffed before he began to work her.

She breathed heavy. “Feel however you need to feel about me, as long as you keep feeling me like that.”

Lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls. Tell me something like I'm your favourite girl.

“Matty, my favourite.” She spoke before he brought his lips to hers.

Matt always treated her the best of all the guys. He was a real gentleman, asides from the part where he was cheating with her. His hands trailed down her body as he mumbled things about how beautiful she was. It was sweet, but she didn’t need to be reminded. His lips trailed down her stomach. He knew how to do this properly. She smiled as he kissed either side of her hips.

“My favourite girl.” He hummed before going down on her.

She arched her back as his tongue worked its wonders. Her hands ran through his hair and she was powerless to him. He was 100 times better than Jamie would ever be, but Jamie was 100 times bigger than Matt. What else did you expect from a guy nicknamed “McChubbs”? Matt did something that caused a screech to come from Brittany. He shushed her instantly, bringing his lips back to hers.

“Quiet, baby, we have to be quiet.” He whispered.

“I can’t when you do that shit.” She panted.

“Maybe we should get this going then.” He grinned.

“Definitely.” She nodded before bring his lips back to hers.

I fucked my way up to the top, this is my show. I fucked my way up to the top, go, baby, go. Go, go, go, go, go, this is my show. Go, go, go, go, go, this is my show.

“So, how was your time with Duncan today?” Jon breathed as he drilled Brittany from behind.

He was always one for doggy. Maybe because he liked being in control. Captain Serious, right? She shrugged but he pulled her hair. He wanted to make sure he was doing her better. He always did better than Duncan. He was also really aggressive in bed, which drove Brittany crazy. And that ass? She’d never seen one better. Well she had, Captain Canada himself, but he’d never given her the satisfaction of hitting that. He knew all about her.

“It was okay. Never as good as my time with you.” She admitted.

“No one’s as good as me.” He stated. “I dunno, Matt’s tongue does wonders.” She sighed.

“Do you want me to use mine?” He whispered in her ear.

“More than anything.”

After that run down was over, Jon and Brittany decided on ordering some room service and hanging out. They were that type of hook up. He talked about their games and practices and whatever else Jon needed to talk about. Brittany listened. Anyone would listen to that man ramble. He stopped and looked at her. She was listening intently. It was his turn to give a favour.

"Y'know, Sid's been asking about ya." Jon piped up.

"Probably because he hates me." She scoffed. "I've fucked most of his friends and teammates."

"No, he was asking if you're as good as we say." He grinned.

"Well, set me up!" She shouted, shoving him.

Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby. Need you, baby, more, more, more, more. Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby. Fuckin' need you, baby, more, more, more, more.

"He wants to, what?" Britt gasped.

"Just go for dinner with him and then he'll take you back to his room to fuck." Jon explained.

"I don't do dinner. That's like a date." She whined.

"You'll go. Who can say no to Crosby?" He pointed out.

She went. She wore a red dress, that was modest compared to what she usually wore. She spotted him with a class of dark liquid in a glass. She took a deep breath and walked over to the table. She was nervous. It made sense to her, considering who he was. But she never got nervous. This was different for her. She stood behind the empty chair in front of Sidney. He looked up at her.

"Not what I imagined." Was all he said.

She furrowed her brows. "Excuse me?"

He chuckled. "I expected you to be," He gestured his hand around his face. "You're just a natural beauty and I wasn't expecting it."

She nodded. "Uh, thank you."

"Do you want to sit?" He asked.

"Right, sorry." She sighed, sitting down.

"Hey, ease up. I'm here to get to know you." He laughed.

"What?" She scoffed. "You realize I've slept with majority of the people you know."

"And I want to learn why you do that." He explained. "I'm intrigued by you."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "You're different."

"I'm a slut." She spat.

"Maybe I need that in my life." He smiled.

Lay me down tonight in my linen and pearls. Lay me down tonight, I'm your favourite girl.

Sidney lowered her onto the bed. He kissed her collarbone and trailed kisses up to her lips. Britt ground her hips into his. He laughed against her lips. Teasing was his favourite thing. His hands worked while his lips stayed on hers. Slow and steady wins the race.

Eventually, they got to it. Sid was big. The biggest she ever had. It took her a bit to adjust, but once she did, she was in a different world. They did nearly every position imaginable. It was the best Brittany had ever experienced. Sid had to agree. She was screaming while he was grunting. They were both enjoying their time together.

Brittany left early the next moment. She had a grin on her face as she walked to her room. She showered, packed her things, and walked to the lobby. She handed in her room key and made her way to the airport. Her time in Sochi was time. She'd finished her conquest. She made a couple posts on her phone before she turned it off on the plane ride.

A pound on Sidney's door woke him up. He shot up, slid on pants, and ran to it. Jon walked in with a few other guys. They were talking about something. He wasn't fully awake yet, so he was extremely confused. Jon tossed his phone to him. He picked it up, confused. That was until he noticed what he was looking at.

"Is that,"

"She recorded it. Your entire hookup." Jon growled.

"That bitch." Sid hissed.

I fucked my way up to the top, this is my show. I fucked my way up to the top, go, baby, go.

Notes

Fucked My Way Up To The Top - Lana Del Rey