This is a fictional tale, dreaming of the challenges a female presenter has in the game of football.
I would never expect this to happen and would expect more respect exists in the modern world, but this is a story of how it could be.
Alex Scott -- First days on the job
Alex is super excited to get the gig of being the first woman to present the mainstream Saturday lunchtime football programme. This is one of those jobs she has been dreaming about for the last couple of years and never thought this day would come.
She had dazzled on our screens for a couple of years as a co-commenter or special features presenter. But now, she was going to be running a show which means she's going to get more access to the managers and top players in the game.
With the new football season coming soon, Alex was excited to get talking to the TV producers and plan her schedule. Where was she going to travel to, what scoops would she get before the big kick-off. It was a very exciting time for her.
Alex knew it was a competitive world she was in. Other TV competitors were excellent and putting money into the game and making sure people spoke to them first. But with her own football experience, she believed she would have an advantage over others. She was buzzing and excited to get going.
With 2 weeks to go before the season, the production team and Alex met to see where she was going that week. It was a disappointing meeting. The answers coming back were that clubs were too busy with the other channel, and they had no time for them. It was said privately between clubs and the top brass in the TV organisation that they had a limited audience, and they could their time doing something better. Alex was deflated, she's got her dream job, but no one wants to talk to her. She couldn't believe what was happening, at knew that at this rate her first show would be repeats of the previous season and just presenter chat about what might happen that season.
As a woman, she didn't want to call in any favours, but she thought I can surely get a chat with my old club. Her old club and she was confident they would talk to her. There and then, she picked up the phone and made the appointment herself, she was booked in for the next day. Meeting the manager at 10am, at the training ground. It was agreed she could have a maximum of 2 hrs.
On the morning of the interview Alex was picked up from her home, she had dressed smart and professionally. Black heels, pencil skirt, and white blouse. The TV crew of the cameraman and lighting/sound were with her, and the 3 arrived at the training ground in good time. They were asked to wait in reception and were told the manager would be with them soon.
The clock was ticking, Alex could see players training, but no sign of anyone wanting to get the interview started. She had been there for too long and wanted to get going. She knew the clock would run out on her at 12 and asked reception for an update.
A further 10 minutes passed before she was asked to visit the manager's offices. She was asked to visit alone though, which wasn't the plan, but Alex thought it might be a quick catch-up call before filming started in a conference room.
Off Alex went, she knew where she was going and was pleased to see the door was open. Alex spoke, "Good morning, it's great to be here, how is your day going?"
"Shut the door and sit down," said the manager.
He added, "Why are you here? It's crazy you think we will talk to you. Other broadcasters come and they bring sponsors, they bring gifts, they bring something for our players to love. You rock up with your film crew and that's it. Do you think we are fools?"
Alex was confused and a little stunned but didn't want to not get pushed around.
"We want the best interviews, the truth. We don't want to shower anyone with gifts, people can start to say anything."
"Stop", was the response. "Let me tell you how this is going to work. My lads are coming off the pitch soon, and in telling them you were here at least 3 of them showed interest in seeing you. But they won't talk unless you make it worth their while. This doesn't mean gifts; this means you getting down and dirty as you did as a player. Will you do that, so you get to keep your job?"
Alex still stunned replied, "I think I know what you are saying, but it can't work like this."
"You won't get anywhere in this game if you don't. You are a good-looking woman; I'm guessing you like boys. I've got some big boys and smaller boys. But if you show them a good time, and I will show you respect and talk to you. Go and see them in the changing rooms, and they will tell you how it is. Now get out of here. You know where you're going."
Alex was fuming, she knew what was being said and was wise enough to know that professionalism is out of the window. She has 2 options, walk out the door and lose her job, or be brave and see what could happen if she went to see the players. The latter option was the only option.
Off she went in her high heels to see the boys. Alex was thinking, how bad can it be? I'm sure they won't want much from me. I can do this. Whatever this is, it's what I need to do.
When she got closer to the changing rooms, a club assistant could be seen.
"Hi Alex, if you'd like to go in there, I will let the lads know you are ready."
Alex had entered one of the fitness rooms, not a lot in there, apart from massage tables and some chairs.
A couple of minutes passed, and the players arrived. 3 of them. All of them were dressed as if they just had a shower. A big towel wrapped around them and nothing else.
Alex spoke, "Hi, good to see you. Are you OK talking now, or do you want to get dressed?"
The response was firm and provided no misunderstanding of what would happen.
"There is no need for us to get dressed Alex. This will make it quick for us and you. Our needs are simple, we get to do what we want to you, you get to do stuff to us, and our boss will talk to you. Do it well, and I know mates at other clubs will do the same, and their bosses will speak to you. You could be a busy girl over the next 2 weeks."
What happened next, with the door now closed and locked was the boys weren't shy. Each of them was naked in front of Alex as they dropped their towels to the floor and spoke about what they wanted.
One said, "I want you to suck my dick off."
Another said, "I want to eat your pussy out and cum over your tits."
Another said, "Fuck that messing around. I want to cum inside you. Come on Alex, let's get started."
Alex had started to look at the lads and although she didn't like what was going to happen and why she could tell each of them were in good shape. Very good shape. Before she could say anything, the lads had surrounded her.
One grabbed her breasts, one in each hand, through her white blouse.
"What a pair of tits they are. I can't wait to see them bouncing around."
Another had gone behind her and was groping her ass.
"I wasn't planning on playing behind here. But what a nice firm ass."
The other lad had turned her neck and had planted a huge kiss onto her luscious lips. They were soft and you could imagine them around your cock.
"Come on Alex, let's get your clothes off, I'm aroused thinking of you naked."
Now thinking of the outcome of talking to the boss and getting her job done, Alex spoke in a positive tone, in trying to bring some order to what was going to happen.
"Oh boys, be gentle and let's have a good time. Now back off a second, sit on the chairs and let me strip for you!"
