Indecent Proposal
I look up in shock when the auctioneer calls out my name. I am not supposed to be on the list of bachelors to be bid on. It's probably one of my girls who put my name in. I say my girls but most of them are eighteen like me, I am their assistant coach. I landed that extra-curricular activity when I suggested removing one of the strikers and putting a deep-lying midfielder to give the fullback a more attacking role thus stretching our opponent's team. To this day I still don't understand why the coach listened to me but that decision changed our female football's team season completely.
I am not a sports aficionado, my interest lies in comic books, mangas, gaming, mythologies, anything Sci-Fi and Fantasy some horror but I am a Johnson. In the Johnson household, we watch the beautiful game. Mom doesn't have a favourite team, Dad is a Liverpool fan, my older sister supports Manchester United just to annoy him, and my little sister is a Messi fan so right now she's an Inter Miami fan while I enjoy teams that play possession game like FC Barcelona, Manchester City, Arsenal, PSG, and AC Milan to name a few. I enjoy the tactical side of football as well as the game itself.
I always wanted to understand the manager's choices when lining up his team, player movements, substitution, and things like that. I figured out some of the reasoning on my own but delved into tactical YouTube videos to understand more. That is why I have some knowledge of positional play, gegenpressing, transitional play, and pitch stretching. I also know the uses of inverted fullbacks, false nine, regista, and double pivots. I don't know enough to manage a team but it is apparently enough to take our school's team to the semi-finals for the very first time. The season is not over yet but it is still considered an achievement.
I used to be an outcast but I didn't mind that because I had my two besties with me. Now that I am the assistant coach the girls hang out with me a lot some more than others since they want to improve their game by better understanding football. This put me on the radar, I was a nobody now schoolmates are recognizing me. I don't like it; I like being somewhat invisible as being in the limelight is too much pressure. Thankfully I am only recognized and not popular.
I contemplate not going on stage but the money made today is going to charity so I take a calming breath and walk to the stage. Some of the girls from the team give me a thumbs up and encouraging smiles as I make eye contact with them while heading to the stage. I tell the auctioneer that I can offer my help tutoring. I am not the most intelligent of the school but I am well above average. I try to mask my shock as the bids shoot up, I might have been wrong. The number of girls bidding on me suggests that I probably am popular.
The crowd goes silent when someone shouts two thousand. I turn my head toward the sound and am surprised to see Madison Martinez with her paddle up. She is the vice-head cheerleader of our school and also one of the wealthiest people I know. Her grandfather is the CEO of Martinez Inc. and her father is in charge of its branch in our country. She is rich, pretty, smart, and surprisingly not a spoiled brat. She makes me think of an heir groomed to rule with compassion. Someone in the crowd tries to lift their paddle but she gives them a warning look.
The bid closes and the other bachelors come out for a photo for the school magazine. I feel out of place with all the athletic guys from the swim team, the basketball team, the rugby team... We all break off to meet with those who 'bought' us. The team intercepts me, some of them apologize for secretly putting my name in others congratulate me on being the most expensive bachelor. I exchange a few words with them before making my way to my buyer.
"You don't actually need a tutor, do you?" I ask.
"Not really," she replies in a sultry voice, "but you can give me something no one else can," she whispers in my ear before lightly blowing on it. I swallow loudly which makes her giggle, "nine thirty tomorrow my place," she says, slipping a note into my inner pocket before leaving. I admit my eyes are glued to her behind, hypnotized by the swinging of her hips as she walks away. It is to be expected since the tight blue dress she is wearing accentuates her curves.
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I check my watch it's twenty past nine and I'm already at her front door. According to her note, she lives in a house in the Southside. I assumed she would be living in a mansion in an upscale neighbourhood. This is probably a practical solution to attend school. It is still more luxurious than my middle-class block. The front yards are immaculate not even a single sprout of grass overgrows. The houses differ from one another in their architectural styles blending modern and traditional homes perfectly.
Her house is a sleek combination of concrete, steel, and glass. The roof is flat, featuring large overhangs, and solar panels integrated discreetly into the structure. Didn't know her family cared about the environment but then again her father is pushing forward greener technologies. Expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, framed in dark, industrial-inspired steel. The front door is an oversized pivot door crafted from a combination of metal and wood. Her front porch features modern, low-profile furniture. I ring the doorbell and take a few steps back feeling out of my depth here.
I am stunned when she opens the door a few minutes later. She is wearing comfy ample clothes and yet still she radiated sensuality. Her attire is simple but captivating, gently following the contours of her body. She is probably one of the very few effortlessly beautiful people. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail letting her sumptuous neck breathe. Her flawless complexion radiates thanks to the sunlight. Even though she is barefoot her legs look as long as ever. She clears her throat and I jump a little looking at her face. Our eyes meet and I recognize a glint of pride and a little mischief in them.
"Come in once you're done admiring," she says with a smirk.
"Sorry!" I say walking inside.
"Welcome to my humble abode," she says opening her arms showcasing the interior of her house.
"That's humble, all right," I mumble sarcastically.
"What," she asks.
"Nothing," I reply, "so, what do you need me to do?" I change the subject.
"You're a bit early so I'm not ready yet," she replies, "you can snoop around while waiting for me," she tells me as she walks up the metal stairs. I look around the living room, the far wall is littered with books from Dune to the most recent interpretation of the art of war. The left wall overlooks an office, and to the right, there is a large sliding door that separates the indoor pool and the living room. I dare not leave the room afraid I might get lost so I sit on the sofa looking around amazed at how big this house is.
"Can you close your eyes please," she shouts from up the stairs.
"Is that really necessary," I shout back.
"No... but it might ruin the surprise.".
Now I'm confused I am supposed to do something for her, why is she surprising me with something, I reluctantly close my eyes, "Okay, they are closed.".
"No peaking," she says as she comes down the stairs, her high heels make the metal resonate. I put my hand on my eyes so as not to be tempted into peaking. The resonance of the metal steps finally came to a stop and changed into soft footsteps on the fluffy carpet of the living room. I succumb to the temptation and peak for a fraction of a second. I only notice her red stilettos, an elegant brown coat, and her holding something in front of her. I smell a faint flowery fragrance as a gentle breeze passes through the room. My heart is racing, I wonder what kind of surprise she has in store for me.
"Okay, you can open them now," she says exhilarating. I cautiously open my eyes and am met with an unexpected sight. Her rose gold highlighted brown hair flows freely in a cascade of curls past her shoulders, she seems to be only wearing the coat, and the silver tray she is holding holds a ring gag, a spanking paddle, and a satin blindfold. Her ruby-red lips curve up into an excited smile. "Choose wisely," she says in a whispery voice like the Grail knight in the movie.
