He was walking the concourse, helping people find their way in the huge stadium. He watched for the anomalies, particularly anyone that didn't appear to be interested the game, especially with a backpack. It hadn't happened, fortunately. What he had learned to spot were patrons not wearing team colors. They were usually newbies. The well dressed were looking for the suites, and the access was intentionally not obvious. Sometimes there was a couple looking for a good place to eat, not easy to find among the hot dogs and burgers.
He easily spotted Rob when he entered. Rob looked like someone had grabbed his red hair and stretched him, making him tall and skinny. When they were close, they high-fived, "Go Crocs."
Rob smiled, "Hey, thanks for the tickets." He turned, "This is Sherry," indicating the girl with him.
She only came up to Rob's shoulder. She had shiny, black hair, green eyes, bright red lips and a wonderful body that her Crocs T-shirt and torn jeans did nothing to hide. Seeing the wear on the knees made him wonder.
He looked her over and said, "How do you ugly guys get all the beautiful girls? I guess you have a huge..." he spread his hands apart, "...Bank account."
She smiled, "Did you get the tickets for us?"
"Yeah. I'm glad to see that you used them. It ticks me when I give tickets to someone and they give them to someone else, or just don't show up at all."
"I would never do that. I want to thank you." She put her arms around his neck, pulled him to her and kissed him. Her mouth opened and her tongue explored his. She pressed her full body against him, grinding her pelvis against his. He was certain he could feel her nipples through her T-shirt and wondered if she could feel his sudden erection.
When she stepped back, he could see a nipple dotting the center of the 'C' in Crocs.
Turning to Rob, "I never get a thank-you like that from you."
"Oh, well." And Rob puckered up and started for him.
He stopped him.
"You don't love me anymore," pouted Rob.
"You're not my type." They laughed.
"Well. Tell you what," said Rob. After the game we'll be at McCaw's. Meet us there and I'll buy you a drink."
She stepped up to him again, gave him a hug and whispered in his ear, "Hope to see you there."
They walked away and he considered going into one of the men's room stalls to handle his erection. But he was stopped by a couple looking for cotton candy for their kids, then three girls who couldn't find their seats, and then a couple asking about restaurants.
He didn't forget about Sherry, but at least part of him relaxed.
The Crocs won and he celebrated with everyone as they left. "One down," "See ya next week." "We are awesome." "We're Number One." He smiled, knowing at lot more guys were going to get laid than if they had lost. Celebration was always better than commiseration.
He cleared his paperwork and left the stadium. Heading for McCaw's, he felt a stirring in hopes Sherry would still be there.
