The editor looked at the pleading face of the young reporter. For god's sake, she was eighteen and fresh out of journalism school. What on earth made her think that she would be able to get an interview with a football player? They'd just laugh at her. Looking past her he saw Joe sitting back and trying to hold back his laughter. Joe was enjoying this.
Decision reached the editor smiled.
"OK, Kerry, I'll give you a chance. The college had a game on this afternoon. You can run down to the game with Joe and see if the pair of you can get interviews with one of the main players and from a cheerleader. You'll should be able to get there by three-quarter time and you'll be able to stake out the change-rooms and grab anyone who comes off early. Just remember that Joe's the boss and what he says goes."
Kerry didn't know whether to be elated or depressed. She was going to get a chance to do an interview but she had to go in the company of Joe, who was the biggest chauvinist pig she'd ever met. Still, she could go all bouncy and upbeat and drive him out of his oinking skull.
"Hey, Joe," called the editor. "Get over here. I have a job for you."
Joe was seething on the way to the ground. It was bad enough to have to do interviews at a college game but to have to do them with her in tow? Silly little nitwit probably didn't even know what a football looked like. He'd have to find a way to dump her before he reached the team's change-room. An idea came to him and he smiled.
Joe was pleased to see that the stadium was looking good. He'd heard that they'd had some decent upgrades. Way past time in his opinion. He checked to make sure that Kerry had her Press pass and then gave her his instructions, happy to know that she'd resent them and be unable to do anything about it.
"OK, Kerry. These are the cheerleader changing-rooms. Both teams use the same rooms. There isn't the same competition as there is between the football teams. Just nip in and nail any cheerleader you find and see what sort of interview you can get. I'm heading for the away team's rooms to see if I can get someone sensible to talk to. I can quote anything the home team will say without having to actually talk to any of them."
"What? But I thought I'd be able to interview some of the players," Kerry protested.
"If you get a couple of interviews with the cheerleaders then you'll have time to meet some of the team members after the game. You've got a good twenty minutes, now hop to it."
Kerry glared at Joe as he casually walked off, leaving her to her own devises. Reluctantly she turned and walked into the cheerleader's room.
Kerry's first thought as she entered the room was that it stunk. She sighed. Apparently cheerleaders smelt as badly as players after they'd been prancing all over the grounds. To be expected, she guessed. Some of the routines they did were highly energetic and probably caused them to sweat like pigs. She could hear a shower going at the back of the room and headed that way with a smile. If someone had come in early she could get her interview and still get out onto the ground to meet a player.
She hurried along, reaching the showers just as the water stopped and he stepped out. He, not she. He was over six foot and looked enormous. When wearing all the gear the players used he probably looked like a walking wall. A padded wall, maybe, but still a wall. What's more, she recognized him. He was one of those guards, defenders, blockers, or whatever they were called and his nickname was Animal. From what she'd heard it wasn't supposed to be a compliment.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded indignantly, initially glaring at him and then hastily moving her eyes when she realized his state of dress. She should have expected that, she thought, seeing that Animal had just got out of the shower.
"I'd have thought that was blindingly obvious even to a female," came the sarcastic reply. "I'm having a shower. No, I'm stepping out of the shower, having just had one. Still, one can't expect too much intelligence from someone who has to work as a reporter. Did you know your Press badge is upside down?"
Kerry cursed mentally but refused to look. It probably was and Joe would have known it. What a swine that man was.
"I mean, what are you doing in the Cheerleader's change-room?"
"Typical press. Report on everything without finding out the real facts. I can see the headlines. 'Animal in amongst the Cheerleaders. Should he be put down?' If you kept up with things you'd know that when they renovated the stadium they also reallocated the change-rooms. The girls are now in what used to be the visiting team's change-room."
The room that Joe was about to barge into, though Kerry with a smile. That could be interesting.
Kerry grew thoughtful. Should she rush around to the cheerleader's room or try to get an interview with the player in front of her. She had a bird in the hand, after all. She gave her full attention to Animal and promptly found herself blushing. He wasn't just standing naked in front of her, he was standing naked in front of her with an erection, and quite a sizeable one at that.
"Would you permit me to interview you?" she asked, giving what she hoped was a charming smile. "I, ah, don't mind waiting until you're dressed." And the faster you're dressed the better went unsaid but was most heartily felt.
He tilted his head trying to read her name-tag. Either that or he was taking a closer look at her bust, probably both from the look of him.
"Well, Kerry, I'll give you a short interview. There's one little catch on the length the interview goes for."
"What's that," she asked, something about his manner making her cautious.
"You can start asking questions as soon as you're firmly in position and the interview ends when you climax."
She froze. He didn't say that, she told herself. He couldn't have. Her eyes flicked down and saw that his erection was still standing tall.
"Ah, I don't think that that's a good idea," she mumbled.
"Maybe, but unfortunately I don't care what you think." He had a horribly smug look on his face.
Kerry decided to back off and check with the cheerleaders. Too late, she found, as his hand closed over her arm.
She found herself pulled firmly against him, and found she knew exactly where his erection was pressing against her. Even though she couldn't see it she still knew exactly how big that thing was. His hands went sliding over her hips, paused, and moved back up, this time under her dress. She struggled, finding that he was as immovable as a wall, and his hands were moving down again, taking her panties with them.
"You can't do this," she protested, furious when he just laughed.
He was moving her backwards, and she found a bench nudging against the back of her legs. She gasped as she felt herself falling backwards. Not falling, she found, but being lowered, finding herself flat on her back on the bench. He brushed her dress up, standing between her legs. Looking down the length of her body she could see herself effectively naked from the waist down.
He reached down and started rubbing her. What could she do? Nothing, really. If she rolled off the bench she'd come down hard on the floor and still be no better off.
"Oh, come on, you're not serious, are you?" she demanded.
"Finally, a question," he said, smiling at her squeal as he let his fingers move between her lips. Yes, protesting she might be, but her body was adjusting and expectant. "The answer to your question is yes, I am serious. Move your legs a bit further apart." To assist her with that he nudged her knee with his leg.
