"OK, everyone look this way... Smile... Perfect!" announced the photographer. Standing on the platform, holding the cup, surrounded by the rest of the hockey team, Shona turned and smiled at Jane. "I wish he'd get on with it," she said under breath, "My arms are killing me."
Jane stifled a laugh. "You're supposed to be immensely proud," she whispered to her friend, "It's the first time St. Mary's have won this trophy in over 50 years."
Shona snorted. "It's so bloody heavy, it'll take me 50 years to recover from holding it," she complained. This time Jane did laugh.
Mr. Fitzgerald shot the friends a disparaging look. "All right, girls," he said in his thick South African accent, "That will be all. Miss Fraser, Miss Jones, if you'd be so kind as to help Mr. Walker carry his equipment to his car."
Shona and Jane made their way forward to where the photographer was packing up his gear. "Thank you girls," he said, "if you just take one bag each, I'll manage the rest."
Shona lifted the bag and glanced over at her friend. Jane was eyeing Mr. Walker speculatively. She caught Shona's glance and winked. He was about 6'3", well built and appeared to be in his mid to late thirties. He had a pleasant face with piercing brown eyes and short, slightly receding brown hair. As he turned to lift up his case, Jane quickly hitched up her short hockey skirt. Her white knickers were just visible below the hem. She flashed a naughty smile to Shona and winked again.
As was frequently the case, Shona let her blonde friend do most of the flirting. While her fit, young body was every bit as stunning as Jane's and while she was just as good looking as her friend and could turn a man's head without any effort, Jane's long blonde hair automatically made her a magnet for any man's attentions. Shona didn't mind, together they made an awesome team.
Jane walked slightly in front of Mr. Walker, deliberately exaggerating the sway of her full hips as she walked. She kept up a constant stream of innocent banter that was full of sexual undertones. Shona smiled. By the time they reached the car she knew Jane had him hooked.
"Thank you girls," he said as he slammed the boot of his car shut.
"Mr. Walker," said Jane, "please call me Jane and this is Shona," she said nodding to her friend.
"Jane, Shona," he acknowledged, nodding to each in turn. "My name is Dave." He paused then looked at the friends appraisingly. "You really are very attractive young women," he said.
"Why thank you," replied the girls in chorus.
"Would you be interested in a spot of modelling?" he asked. "You'd be paid for it, of course."
"What sort of modelling?" enquired Jane.
"Well," he said, "Me and a few of my friends like to take pictures of sexy young women for our private collections. You wouldn't have to do anything you didn't want and, as I said, you would get paid."
"Would we get a copy of the pictures?" asked Shona.
"Sure," said Dave, sounding a little surprised. "Is that a yes then?"
"It might be," replied Jane. "Just what would we be expected to do? Would we have to fuck you and your friends?"
"Well," replied Dave, "Only if you wanted too. Like I said it's up to you, no one will force you to do anything."
Jane and Shona exchanged a quick glance. Shona nodded. "OK," said Jane, "it's a deal. Where and when?"
"Do you know the Four Towers Hotel?" asked Dave. Jane nodded, it was where she and Shona had spent an evening with Geoff and Bob. "Well how about tonight around seven? I'll phone around and see how many guys I can get."
"What should we wear?" asked Shona.
"Just bring what you're wearing," replied Dave, "and maybe a school uniform as well, if you've got spares."
"OK," said Jane, "It's a date."
Dave turned to get into his car, "See you later," he said.
As his car drove off, Jane turned to her friend. "I don't know about you, but I'm looking forward to this evening already. My knickers are soaked just thinking about it."
"You're nuthin' but a cheap, two-bit whore, Miss Jones," said Shona, laughing. "But I'll admit the idea's got me going too. C'mon, let's go grab a shower and get changed."
"Will you rub my back if I rub yours?" pleaded Jane in a little girl voice.
"I might," replied Shona, unless I get a better offer." she added wickedly.
"You bitch!" laughed Jane, playfully slapping her friend. "C'mon," she said. "I REALLY need that shower." Laughing, the two friend's made their way across the playing fields back to the changing rooms.
It was just before seven that evening when Shona and Jane arrived by taxi at the Four Towers Hotel. Having each packed two outfits into their bags, they made their way briskly to Room 120. Shona knocked on the door. A man, whom the girls guessed to be in his forties, opened it and peeked outside. "Are you Shona?" he asked.
"Yup," she said with a smile
"And I'm Jane," said Jane standing with her hands on her hips.
The man returned the smile. "Come on in," he invited them.