Charlie was struggling to get free from a swarm of opponents when he heard the referee's whistle and the siren indicating the game was over. His team had been defending hard for the last few minutes protecting a three point lead in their first Northern district Rugby League final.
Now as reality set in they knew that they had achieved what was deemed impossible by the critics. Against all odds their small country town had broken the games longest running drought by defeating the highly fancied city side.
Charlie had just scrambled to his feet when he was swamped by his team mates who hoisted him high on their shoulders. They were intent on acknowledging his solo intercept try that had made the difference between winning and loosing. Charlie was embarrassed by their actions he didn't want credit or to be treated differently, he was just happy to be part of the winning team.
For a while he struggled to get down then gave in hoping they would soon leave him alone. But it was not to be. Coach Davies called for quiet. "Listen lad," he said to Charlie as his team mates gathered around. "Stop carrying on like a bloody idiot, we all know that it was only through your personal brilliance that we even reached the finals and today you did it again. Without your uncanny way of reading the game we would have been done like a dinner so stop winging and lets us say thanks in what ever way we can." He turned as a TV van pulled up beside them. "Put him down boys he knows how we feel and so does every one who was here today."
His team mates whistled and cheered as a big breasted TV reporter accosted him. "Hi, I'm Michelle I'm a feature reporter with channel 7. They tell me you're the one I should talk to." She looked him up and down and smiled, "you're the new local hero." Looking to see if her camera man was ready, she shoved her microphone in front of his face. "How does it feel to be the man who won the match for a small town team that has never won a premiership before?"
"Aw hell," he mumbled "it wasn't me it was the team and our coach no man wins on his own." When she started to ask another question he shook his head, "Please no more. I just want to have a beer with my mates and celebrate." Michelle sighed and indicated she wouldn't give in. "I don't think you realize just how big a story your teams victory will be when it hits the big city media."
"It was a true David and Goliath contest. No one expected you to win. You were true underdogs when you arrived here this afternoon, now you are part of a fairy tale come true." When he went to walk away she took him by the arm hauling him around until her large soft breasts were pushing against his arm.
"Please give me a break this is a lovely human interest story at a time when news is short. People love stories about country boys beating the smarties from the big smoke. I can get my face and yours on TV all over the nation when I send your story to the big TV stations down south. It might lead to something big for both of us."
When Charlie's body language indicated his opposition to such an idea she didn't give him time to respond. She turned to his team mates, "where are you holding your celebrations? I would like to join you."
Before Charlie could reply his best mate Nat chimed in, "we are going on a pub crawl after a club dinner at the casino." He slipped his arm around her waist and took her aside making sure his mates saw he was looking down the front of her blouse at her gorgeous tits. "Charlie is a loner he doesn't like talking but you can talk to me and my mates any time. We would love to have a sexy lady like you join us." He looked around at his team mates and winked, "We'll all look after you."
There were very few women from their town at the victory celebration dinner; those that were were quickly surrounded by horny players or officials. Nat and the coach cornered Michelle agreeing to long stand up interviews before trying to ply her with grog. Charlie smiled when he saw that their efforts were wasted. She downed their drinks and moved on talking to anyone who had anything to say, her camera man always handy.
After circling the room she sidled up to sit beside Charlie. "Nat tells me you are an orphan. He says that you lost your mother and father in a horrific motor accident when you were young. He says you live with your aunt and she is a bitch that treats you like shit." Her eyes were big and soft as she waited for Charlie to respond.
"Nat talks too much," Charlie said quietly. They sat together for a few minutes neither speaking then Michelle leant over and kissed him on the cheek. "I know how you feel but there is little you or I can do. You are news and will be news for the next few days. The fact that you are an orphan living on your aunt's remote farm makes you even more news worthy."
She smiled at his unhappy face, "Sorry Charlie but that's the way it is. You are what those in the business call a current item of interest. I want to interview you because it will help me improve my reputation in this cut throat business. I promise I will not do or say anything to hurt you."
She licked her lips, "in fact I'm sure I can make you happy." She stood with her hands on her hips in a way that displayed the magnificent breasts that towered over her smaller waist larger hips and long brown legs. "I'll do anything you want."
What's the use of fighting Charlie thought as he studied her luscious big body? "Ok," he growled, "I'll do it but none of that hero stuff." As soon as he agreed her team flew into action. They quickly set Michelle and Charlie up in one of the casinos hotel private suites so they could have some privacy and reduce the noise during the interview. Studying Charlie's shiny brown face and listening to his quiet voice they brought in a sound guy and a local make up artist for the protesting Charlie.
Cindy the tall thin make up girl warmed to Charlie. She liked younger men and eighteen year old Charlie with his broad shoulders and bronze tan from working in the sun was the type of shy young lad she enjoyed seducing. "Be careful what you say," she whispered as she applied make up. "Michelle is ok, but TV lives on controversy and new faces, and you have the type of face and physique that will look good on TV."
She turned his head towards the mirror. With her head down beside his she looked at him in the mirror. Then licking her lips theatrically, she grinned, "You look good enough to eat." When Charlie didn't respond she took her time as she brushed him down, her hands lingering over his tight round butt. When he thanked her she whispered, "I'd like to see more of you. Slip back after the show and I'll remove your make up and anything else that tickles your fancy."
Michelle handled the interview perfectly drawing out the story of Charlie's life on his aunt's farm. She was an expert interviewer relaxing Charlie until he forgot the cameras and started to talk. Her questions helped him to tell the story of small town life especially the daily grind of farm work milking the cows before school and working picking mangoes or tomatoes after school.
Michelle sat and talked with Charlie as the crew packed up and left telling Michelle they would have to leave straight after they transmitted the tapes back to the TV station. "Do you mind if I smoke?" she asked as she offered him a cigarette. Charlie watched her blow a stream of smoke over her lips as he waved the offered cigarettes away. For the first time he felt a sexual stirring as he watched her suck on her smoke.