A Better Man Book 4
Copyright© 2026 by G Younger
Chapter 34
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 34 - A Better Man follows the talented David Dawson, who is brimming with charm, a messed-up love life, and many lessons that go far beyond the playbook. He’s setting the stage for winning the ultimate prize: a national championship. David is pulling out all the stops in his campaign, working his network to build a juggernaut while dealing with business calamities, completing his education, and navigating minefields in his love life.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Humor School Group Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Safe Sex Slow
David’s Contemporary Issues for Competitive Strategy class was almost over for the day when Professor Dugan asked, “Does anyone have any questions?”
No one volunteered.
“It doesn’t have to be about this class; it can be about anything,” he added.
A girl in the back raised her hand.
“I’ve been interviewing for jobs, and I keep getting rejected. I called one of the people who interviewed me, and they said I was qualified, but they didn’t like something about me. When I asked her what it was, she said it was just a feeling. How am I supposed to fix that?”
David chuckled.
“Mr. Dawson,” Professor Dugan scolded.
David held up his hands in defeat and turned around to look at the girl; it took him a moment to remember her name: Hadley. He smiled at her before he explained himself.
“Sorry, I was just having a flashback.
“I once had a director who didn’t like me; he wanted someone else for the role. I’d just released the first Star Academy, and it was a financial success, so the studio decided to have me in the role instead of the director’s first choice.
“The problem was that he came out and told me this before we started filming. Coming off a film that was a commercial success, I figured I could win him over with my vast ability,” David said.
“Bullshit,” Greg said, not quite under his breath, which caused everyone to laugh.
“Anyway ... when filming started, the director had it in for me, or so I thought. Whenever I did a scene, he would make me do multiple takes. I asked—no, I begged—for direction on what I was doing wrong. He wouldn’t answer.
“I didn’t give up. I went back and reviewed all the takes to pinpoint what I did differently in each one. Why did he like take twenty-five and not take two?
“I can’t argue with his judgment because I won my Academy Award for that role,” David said.
“How’s that supposed to help me?” Hadley asked.
“Body language and eye contact. When I went back and watched the takes he rejected, I could see something was off about my performance. I knew the director was judging me, like you must feel when you’re being interviewed. I was delivering the lines just fine, but that’s not all the story, now, is it?” David asked.
About half the class nodded.
“Let me explain,” David said. “When you asked the question, I got the sense you were nervous. Was I correct?”
“A little.”
“Want to know how I knew?”
“Yes, please.”
“The distance from your shoulders to your ear.”
“Dude, seriously?” Greg asked.
David raised his shoulders exaggeratedly and asked, “What signal am I giving off?”
“Uncomfortable,” “Edgy,” two classmates called out.
David dropped his shoulders.
“Confident,” “Relaxed.”
“Full of shit,” Greg added.
“This is why you should never let your brother be your class project partner,” David quipped.
“So I need to relax before I interview?” Hadley asked.
“That, and I’m going to give you a killer tip that will win you any job. Does anyone want to hear it?” David asked.
“Hell, yes,” a guy in the back called out, which drew some chuckles.
“Really powerful people use this technique: they make eye contact at the end of their point. In an interview, you can be answering their question...” David said as he looked off into space, paused, and then looked right at Hadley and pointed at her. “Let me tell you the answer: look them in the eye when you want to hammer home your point.”
She rocked back in her chair, wide-eyed.
“We know that we can’t do complicated stuff, like solving complex math problems, while making eye contact. When you look away, it makes you look like you’re having to think about the answer. So, half the time you’re not looking at the interviewer, it looks like you’re gathering your thoughts.
“Back me up on this, Professor Dugan. Think of the most impressive businesspeople that you’ve ever met. Do they do this?” David asked.
“I hadn’t thought about it before, but I realize you’re right,” Professor Dugan said.
“The reason it works is the person watching you feels like you are coming up with the answer,” David said and paused. “Think of it this way: if I stared you down the whole time, your gut would tell you it was scripted.”
“Maybe,” Greg said, playing devil’s advocate.
“If you don’t believe me, watch that TV show where people try to get money for their business. If they stare down investors, it feels rehearsed, not authentic. You get the vibe that they had an AI think up what they should say, and they’re simply repeating it.
“If you do a class presentation or are in an interview, you want to ad-lib some of it because it will force you to think about what you’re saying. You’ll naturally look away to come up with it, which makes you more relatable to the audience or the person hiring you,” David said.
“Is that what you do to pick up women?” Greg asked.
David hadn’t threatened his brother’s life recently. Maybe Greg was getting a bit too comfortable around him.
“I don’t need to pick up women. They pick me up,” David fired back.
That earned him an eye roll from his brother, and the room erupted.
“Okay! On that note, we’re done for the day! Be sure to have your projected financial statements to hand in next time,” Professor Dugan said to dismiss the class.
“Where did you learn to do that?” Rain asked as they packed up.
“Acting. Part of the reason the director disliked my scenes was that I was delivering my lines rather than acting. I said the words right, with the right inflection, and everything, but I didn’t look believable. When I got mad at the director, some emotion began to seep into my performance,” David explained.
“You said your director never explained what was wrong?” Greg asked.
“That’s right. Since then, directors have recognized what I was doing and explained it to me. But at the time, I was in the dark and couldn’t figure out what he wanted.”
“That had to be frustrating,” Rain said.
David shrugged. It had been, but he’d survived, and the end result was a better film—even if he hadn’t realized it at the time.
David did something just for fun: he met up with Seamus to help him figure out what he was doing wrong when trying to hit a curveball. David was happy to see Allard, his roommate from his junior year at the Under-18 baseball games, there to throw pitches.
“Boys,” David said in greeting.
“Coach Dawson,” they said in unison.
David flipped them off.
“We need you to catch,” Seamus said.
He lent David his glove and mask.
“You have a cup on?” Allard asked.
“The way he fouls off? Of course I do,” David said.
They joked around to catch up as Seamus got up to bat. Allard started throwing fastballs, and Seamus was hitting them just fine. Then he broke off a curve.
When a right-handed batter sees a curve thrown by a right-handed pitcher, it looks like the ball is going to hit him. Young players tend to bail out as the ball suddenly breaks for a strike. That wasn’t Seamus’s issue; his bat was consistently over the ball as he missed the pitch.
“Throw him fastballs until I say otherwise,” David said.
Seamus ripped the pitch down the third-base line. The next one went up the middle, and the third went to right field. Then to the shortstop, and finally, he boomed one out straight to center.
“What’s your plan when you come to the plate?” David asked.
“Plan? There’s no plan. I just try to slog the bleedin’ thing.”
“That changes today. I want you to focus on placing the ball down the right-field line. Your goal is to find the gap over the first baseman and away from the right fielder to get a hit,” David coached.
After about twenty pitches, Seamus began to drive the ball where David wanted him to.
“Now, throw the curve,” David told Allard.
Same thing: Seamus was under the ball, missing badly.
“FECK!” Seamus yelled as he smashed his bat into the dirt.
“You seem frustrated,” David quipped.
That earned him a death stare.
“I know what you’re doing wrong,” David said.
“So do I: I’m not hitting the fecking ball!”
“You’re not staying in your legs, sitting back, and letting the ball travel,” David said.
“That’s about as clear as a pint of Guinness in a blackout,” Seamus said.
“Let me show you,” David said.
Seamus handed him the bat and took his mask and glove to catch.
“When you hit, you load up on your back leg, which tightens up your rear hip and glute. Then you drive forward as your front leg plants in your stance or launch position,” David said as he demonstrated.
“The trick,” David continued, “is to focus on hitting the ball down the first-base line. That will help you keep the bat back so you’re not too far into your swing and having trouble with the curve. With your hands back, you can see it’s an off-speed pitch, be it a curve, slider, or changeup. Just stay settled in your launch position with your hands still back and wait a split second before starting your swing.”
David nodded for Allard to throw him a curve.
“Fucker,” David said as he had to dive out of the way of a fastball aimed at his hip.
Seamus and Allard both thought that was funny. There would be paybacks later.
David demonstrated what he meant as he hit three consecutive curves into the right-side gap. It felt good to be swinging a bat again.
“Now you try it,” David said, and they switched places.
At first, Seamus missed more than he hit, but he began to make contact. When he hit four in a row, Allard complained that his arm was getting tired.
“But I need more practice,” Seamus complained.
“I’ll throw for you,” David offered.
“Can you even throw a curveball?” Allard taunted.
“Better than you,” David bragged.
By now, players had started to show up to warm up for practice. Seamus got one of his fellow catchers to catch for David.
“Don’t you need to warm up?” Seamus asked.
“It’s just batting practice,” David said and waved him into the box.
Seamus gave him a doubtful look but got set.
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