Chapter two
Two weeks went by with people walking around on eggshells. Those that dared to speak up in defiance for what she had done by entering into the pool was made an example out of. Leslie had no problems teaching that lesson with long hours and very little pay. It became a matter of a dare amongst the men to see who was going to say something. Those that were made an example certainly did make others take a step back and rethink their strategy.
After the first week, they started to realize that the chances of her winning were astronomical. She was one woman in a pool of 50 men. For her name to be chosen at random would’ve been tantamount to lightning striking some place twice. They decided that they would let the chips fall where they may. It was sound thinking. They were beginning to see that Leslie was not a woman to be messed with.
It was the big day and everyone was going to have the chance to have a VIP experience with the local NFL football team. To her credit, Leslie had begun to do her own research on the sport. It was kind of barbaric, but the very first time that she sat down to watch a game, she became mesmerized by the strategy of the sport. It didn’t hurt that those hot little bodies were encased in the tightest uniforms known to man. They definitely didn’t have a shy bone in their body and the uniform really was appealing to her eye.
At the end of the day, everybody crowded around to see who was going to have the honor this year. While they really didn’t believe that she would win, but the very fact that she was in the pool was a big step forward. Hopefully next year a few other women would follow suit and before you know it there would be a contingent of 50% men and 50% women. She had lofty goals of changing the world one stereotype at a time.
“As always to avoid any kind of suspicion the janitor from the next building over will be responsible for choosing a name at random.” The guys were begging the gods to step in on their behalf. They had their lucky rabbit’s foot and even deals with the devil, but in the end Leslie’s name was chosen. People were in shock and walked around in a daze like they couldn’t believe that this had really happened.
Leslie was congratulated on her big win, but it was mostly to save face. The girls were elated and they made a spectacle out of taking her to her office and getting her ready. A new dress, makeup and a hairstyle was exactly what was needed.
Giggles of enthusiasm were followed by Leslie walking from the office in her business attire. She made sure to shake what her mom gave her all the way down to the limo that was waiting at the front door. The driver was slightly taken back by the fact that there was a woman in the seat in behind him. She was beautiful. In his home country, she would’ve been a sought after commodity.
She had the dress beside her, but she didn’t want to feed into the egos of the players. To show up like some hooker from the street would be sending a bad message.
“In all the years that I’ve driven the winner to the stadium, I’ve never had anything like a beauty like you. I have to admit that you bring a certain class and style to all of this. You’re certainly not going to scratch yourself or belch and that itself is a step up in my opinion.” Carlos was hired by the stadium to bring the winner into the locker room personally. He bypassed security and went directly into the main parking lot “Don’t let those boys intimidate you, miss. We all put our pants on one leg at a time.” Being a gentleman, Carlos opened the door and escorted her through the security measures put in place to make sure that the players were safe from scrutiny.
“Oh no…there’s no way that I can allow you to go back there. It’s unheard of for a woman to see the men in their current state of undress.”
“I’m afraid that I have to insist. This is not any different than when a female reporter goes back to interview after a big game. They may not like it, but they do tend to play along for the sake of appearances. They’re just going to have to get used to the fact that I’m the one that they’re going to have to impress. If you don’t want a lawsuit, you will stand down and let me pass without any further interruptions.” Giving a sigh of resignation, the guard moved away from the entrance to the hallway.
Carlos gave her a round of applause that was met by her turning with a crimson expression on her face. She was embarrassed, but she was secretly happy that this man had found her to be charming. Leslie had already seen the wedding ring on his finger and knew that he was considered off the market.
“Brock, you should be more careful about what you say. We do have feelings and if you’re not careful, you might find yourself alone out there on the field. You may think that you are special, but to us you’re nothing. It would be good for you to remember that there is no I in team” Brock stood at his gigantic 6’5 statue and stared with a smirk on his face. The players hadn’t exactly welcoming him with a glad hand. He had just finished shaving his head and putting himself through the paces in the weight room to make his black body that much more appealing to those women groupies.
“I’m just stating a fact. The owner and manager brought me into this team to put it on the map. I don’t want to ruffle any feathers, but I’m the star and it would behoove you to treat me like one.” Leslie was standing and slightly at awe and speechless at these men that looked like they were cut out of the pages of some muscle-bound magazine. Their bodies were draped in towels, but there were a few that were unabashedly walking around with not a care in the world.
Finding her voice, she decided to say something. “I’m here to meet the team.” At the sound of her voice the guys turned and pretended to feign innocence. They covered themselves nonchalantly, but there were some cock sure young men that had actually dropped their towels in response to a woman being present. “I know that this is unusual, but I’m the winner of the VIP contest this year. I want you to treat me like any other man, except that I’m a woman.” They surrounded her in a pile of wanton flesh and she thought for a moment that her knees were going to buckle out from underneath her.
There was one in particular that didn’t go in for this kind of fanfare and that was the one that she zeroed in on. Taking the good natured ribbing from the boys, she finally made her way over to Brock. He was this black Adonis that hovered over her and made her feel intimidated for the first time in her life.
“No offense, but I really don’t condone women to be in the locker room. Call it whatever you want, but I don’t really believe that this is a place for those that don’t have a pair of balls.” He was putting her in her place, but found that she was not easily placated. When he tried to walk away, she grabbed his towel and gave an appreciative whistle at seeing his hard packed globes.
“I think that you’ll find that I’m more than even you can handle.” She was daring him to say something in response. What she got instead was Brock turning around in profile with his family business swinging to and fro between his legs.
“If that is supposed to impress or scare me, then you’re going to have to do a whole lot better than that.” Leslie wasn’t showing it, but inside she was salivating for a chance to taste the meal in front of her. She had been with a few men, but nothing that even came close to possessing something like. If she had to make an educated guess, she would probably say that it was about 9 inches of prime Real estate.
“I stand corrected. Apparently you do have a set of balls on you the size of grapefruits. Let me get dressed and I’ll show you around personally.” He didn’t like her brash attitude and had every intention of making her the butt of his jokes.