The party was held in the gym that the team used for practices during the colder months and much of their equipment was stored in an adjacent room.
Several young minds, fueled by the spirit of triumph, as well as a copious amount of alcohol, came up with the idea to drag a goal out of storage and tie Barbara to the posts.
Seeing it as a way to make some extra money, Barbara consented.
She was bound loosely with scarves and could break free at any time. It was purely for show.
As the night wore on, several of the revelers attempted somejoy.
Though the credo of her profession was “look, don’t touch”, this had proven to be inevitable no matter what the circumstances.
And while she did not like the feel of just what was happening to her, she knew there would be tips to be made if she stuck around. Thus, she made a ploy to pacify the audience and help pay off her student loans.
She shouted in an authoritative, mocking tone. “Like little kids in a candy store. Isn’t there a real man among you?”
The room fell silent upon hearing her challenge and the young men looked upon her with awe.
“That’s right,” she said. “I’m going to let one of you come up here and show the rest how it’s done.”
A dozen hands shot up and Barbara surveyed the room with mock-interest. “I pick,” she said, looking at one part of the room and then another. Wallets were taken out and bills held up in the air. “You.”
Her gaze had fallen upon Ron. He was on the outs with his girlfriend but they had not broken up yet. Besides, the whole spectacle made him a little uncomfortable. His peers, however, were relentless.
“You the man, Ron!”
“Go Ron. Show HER how its done!”
“I dunno…” he began.
“Well?” Barbara taunted, writhing seductively in her bonds. “Here I am. What are you waiting for?”
Confidence fell upon him and he approached her to sounds of clapping and cheering.
“Do you have the proper tribute?” she asked in a no-frills sort of way.
He nodded and stuffed a folded bill into her .
“What’s your name?” she whispered to him.
“Ron,” he quietly replied. Though it scared him to admit it, he was actually quite intimidated.
Barbara was wickedly, explosively hot and the eyes of the whole team were now upon him. Not one person there had tried to talk him out of it.
As uncomfortable as he was, he knew that if he walked away, he’d lose their respect forever.
“OK, Ron,” she said. “You know what to do. Just play along and your friends will be buying you drinks for a week. Don’t get cute or sleazy though, I’m warning you.”
He nodded, and, after a moment’s hesitation, he made some futile attempts.
She played her part very well, moaning loudly and shouting his name.
The place had gone crazy with excitement.
Ron’s teammates were now passing him money to give to Barbara in hopes that the show would last.
What happened next could not easily be explained. It could have been the alcohol. It could have been the time Ron spent away from his girlfriend. It could have been the strength of Barbara’s performance or the catcalls of his peers. For whatever the reason, Ron allowed himself to forget the whole thing was just for show. He wrapped his arms around Barbara’s slender body and kissed her.