Taking the Team

Throughout the game, I had kept cheering Gary and his team mates on, knowing that with every passing goal, I got one step closer to a very special, rashly made promise. I had to admit, the few beers I'd had last night definitely played a part, but at the same time I knew the offer to service the entire team was something that had been on my mind for a while now. It felt bad, filthy, unspeakably slutty, and yet...

As the countdown began, only a miracle could prevent them from winning the game, as well as an afternoon with me. When those eleven men ran back from the field, their sweat glistening in the bright sunlight, I felt a shiver travel down my spine. Was I ready for this? I had to be.

"Hello, Love," Gary was slightly out of breath by the time he arrived at my seat, his ten mates in tow. "Ready?" He gave me a wink and again, I felt my stomach clench with nervous anticipation.

"I've never broken a promise yet." I said, while eyeing the others; Tom, with the messy mop of dirty blonde hair that no comb could ever tame, Ian, whose broad, muscular shoulders clearly betrayed his day job as a builder, Lee, who was the tamest of them all, but I was certain his calm, brown eyes hid a certain passion that would soon be unleashed on me.

I got up and followed them into the locker rooms. The men took off their shirts soon after entering, wiped their faces with them, before discarding them on the wooden benches lining the changing room. And then, one by one, they turned to face me, eager for their reward to be presented to them.