MG's Scenario game results, Part 4.

Pau- Pepe, supermarket, Spanish flag
again..
the night shift.. again...
I see the empty corridors as I realize that I have to prepare for another cold and boring night... damm! I havent even brought a jacket...
Suddenly the Eurocup and its euphoria disappear.. even when the whole supermarket is still decorate with Spanish motives... I take a Spanish flag and I cover my body with it as I sit behind the counter...
1 hour...
2 hours...
not a single costumer...
I realize is useless to stay there more time, plus I have a big test tomorrow.. so I go to the door yawing half sleep...
As I am going to close the cristal door a foot steps to stop me.. a man is smiling at me.. mmm I think I have seen him before...OMG is Pepe Reina.. suddenly I am not longer tired.. perdona, pero ya cerramos (sorry But I am already closed) he seems surprised for an instant.. but inmediatly he changes his expression and smiles to me.. I am shock because he seems to be smiling with his eyes too.. "vamos monada, no podrias darle un momento a un campeón europeo?" (come on cute, cant you give a moment to an european champion?) .. I think yeah whatever... so I let him pass.. he winks an hurries to get whatever he has the urge for.. I aproach to the counter and as I make all the operations I feel his eyes looking in an intense way.. I realize I still have the Spanish flag on me.. I blush...
he goes to the door and I dont know why but I follow him.. he turns and smiles..
I froze.. I feel really tiny next to him.. he approaches and kisses me in the forehead.. Que Viva España..I whisper..
Que Viva he answers...

Redgirl- Xabi, cruise ship, feather boa
I was on a cruise willing to enjoy my well deserved vacations. It was a beautiful sunny day so I decided to go to the deck to breathe some fresh air. All of the sudden, I see a face that looks familiar. "La puta madre!!! (f*cking hell to you =P) That's Xabi" I said. "From all the places on the world, why did I have to see him right here?!". I tried to hide from him, I was still embarrassed about what happened the last time I saw him back there in Liverpool (see 'Crap Story I'). Apparently my plan worked, as I left the place without being seen. So fortunately for me I spent the rest of the day with no worries.
At night (after dinner time) I went outside. It was all very dark, but it didn't matter because I could see this immense sky totally covered with stars. I could hear someone getting close but I didn't pay too much attention. Suddenly, I started to feel a hand touching my shoulder and slowly sliding up to one side of my neck. On the other side I felt a very gentle kiss. Then a strong pair of arms holding me tight and a very recognizible voice whispering “I’ve really missed you all this time”. I slowly turned around and said “Xabi, what the f*ck are you doing?! So you’re taking advantage of this darkness and try to put your hands where you shouldn’t, uh?. He asked me “Are you saying you’re not happy to see me and you didn’t miss me at all?”. So at that poin all I could say was “Look, I should be trying to hang you with my boa right now. Instead, I’ll give you a 2 minutes advantage. Then, I’ll scream and you better run coz the hubby is going to beat the crap out of you!!!”

Gina- Villa, Hotel, Victoria sponge cake

Unlocking the door to the hotel room, I threw the bags down in the corner and flopped down onto the bed. I’d just got back from a busy day in town and my feet were absolutely killing me. I just wanted to lie down and relax, possibly get a foot rub from David. Speaking of which, where was he?? I picked up my phone, flicking through the contacts until I got to his name. Pressing dial, I held the phone to my ear, frowning slightly as it sent me straight to his voicemail. I flicked through the contacts list again, deciding to call one of the other girls to find out what was going on.

“Hello?”
“Hey, I’ve just tried to call David, but his phone keeps going straight to voicemail. Am I missing something here?”
“Well yeah, the boys are playing right now. Semi final…Russia?”
I swore loudly and thanked her, hanging up and scrambling off the bed to switch the telly on.

During all the excitement of shopping, I’d forgotten all about the game that evening, and the TV sprang into life just in time for me to see David hobbling off the pitch with a sad look on his face. My eyes widened in horror as I realised that he wasn’t going to be playing the rest for the game, and quickly set about trying to find out what I’d missed so I could pretend I’d been watching up until that point. I watched the rest of the game, picking up bits of information here and there from the commentators, but I wasn’t really paying much attention. I just heard the words ‘could miss the final’ and my heart sank. He’d worked so hard to get there, if he couldn’t play in the final, he’d be gutted.

It was quite late that night when he finally came back, a desolate look on his face. He took one look at the bags in the corner, raised an eyebrow at me, but said nothing. If I’d been worried about him before, the alarm bells were well and truly off in my head now. He never failed to scold me for spending too much money, because he knew I wasn’t particularly great at controlling myself when it came to shopping. I held my arms out to him and he limped across the room, welcoming the hug.

“I’m sorry you got injured. Did they say anything about whether you’ll make the final?”
“No, but I don’t fancy my chances. It hurts every time I move my leg too much.”
I sighed heavily, taking his hand and pulling him over to the bed. He sat down, burying his head in his hands in an attempt to hide his tears. I kneeled down on the floor in front of him, pulling his hands away, and pushing his chin up, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.
“It’ll be ok, there’s going to be other finals.”
“I know that. I just…I wanted to be out there playing. Stupid rain!”
“Hey, it’s not all bad. You looked pretty hot out there all wet with that shirt clinging to you. I certainly enjoyed the view.”
His lips curled up into a smile as I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth before standing up and walking over to the pile of bags.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll see.” He leaned over, trying to see around me as I let out a cry of triumph. I held out a box and he looked at it questioningly.
“Victoria sponge cake? What the hell is that?”
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
“You know I’m not allowed to eat any sweets and stuff while I’m training.”
“Who said anything about eating it?”
He raised his eyebrow at me again as I opened the box, pulling the cake out and prising the two layers apart. Pulling his shirt over his head, I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him. His shorts were lower than usual and I couldn’t help but trace my eyes over his chest, finally coming to rest on those hip dips. He snapped me out of my daydream by running his fingers down the side of my face and I looked down at him. He was breathing heavily as I leaned down, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. He protested slightly as I swatted his hands away from my hips. Pulling away again with a smile on my face, I swiped a finger through the cream and smeared it across his hip dip. He looked into my eyes, and was about to ask me what I was doing when I leaned down, tracing my tongue across his body. He gasped, shivering slightly as I moved lower, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly, his knuckles had turned white.

It wasn’t until much later that night when all the cream had disappeared and we were left with two plain halves of sponge cake on the bedside cabinet that he spoke up. My head was rested on his chest, and I was lazily tracing patterns over it as he ran his fingers through my hair, both of us with sated smiles on our faces.
“So, where did you find out about this Victoria sponge cake?”
“We eat it all the time in England. It’s great right?”
“Well, I’m guessing it tastes pretty good, but I like this other use for it better.”
He winked at me and I lifted my head off his chest briefly, receiving another kiss from him.
“Can I try it next time?”

Freya- Nando, the countryside, pair of slippers

OKay...i got Fernando Torres, The Countryside and A PAIR OF SLIPPERS?!
Fernando stood on the veranda of his friend’s Spanish countryside villa. He loved the countryside and he recalled fond memories of playing in the meadows as a child with his brother and sister. Nando was alone on the veranda…all his friends were inside partying to celebrate their victory in the Euros but Nando didn’t feel like partying. He could only think of his true love Freya who was miles away in England and wondered if she was missing him too. He gazed out over the fields taking in the scenery, the sunset, the olive trees, the forest that surrounded the villa. He wished dearly that Freya was there to share such a romantic moment with him.

At that moment, a pair of slippers appeared on the lawn. Nando blinked and looked again. He was positive the slippers weren’t there before yet now they were, plain as day. They started to move despite the fact that no one was wearing them. At first he thought it was Sergio Ramos playing a trick so he pretended to ignore them, however, the slippers movement became erratic and Fernando suddenly realised they were moving to their own accord. Nando started to walk towards them but as he took a step neared, they took a step further away. This carried on for a while with Nando taking a step forward and the slippers moving towards the forest until Nando turned around to see the villa was rather far away. And yet the slippers kept moving…so he followed them. Through the forest he went, jumping over logs and ducking under branches. He crossed a stream that trickled between the hills and still the slippers went on. Nando was beginning to get weary and wondered if he should turn back until at last the slippers stopped. Fernando walked right up to them and picked them up.

They appeared to be ordinary slippers and yet they had somehow guided him to the top of a hill where he could see all around him for miles in every direction. The view was stunning and he could think of only one person he wanted to share it with. A feeling of sadness enveloped him. Suddenly he felt a pair of hands around his waist and a pair of lips caressing the back of his neck. He was scared yet intrigued at the same time. He wanted to turn around to see who it was yet he wished for the sensation to last forever. After a while a voice whispered in his ear, tender words in Spanish and the voice he recognised instantly. It was Freya.

But how was she in Spain? She had had to stay in England after the Euros as her friend was getting married. He turned around and stood face to face with her. Their eyes met and he threw his arms around her. Picking her up and spinning her around, holding her close, he never wanted to let her go. It felt so good to smell the perfume on her neck, run his hands through her soft blonde hair. He felt like time had stopped. After what felt like a lifetime he put her down and kissed her tenderly on the lips but then as soon as she had appeared she had gone. Nando looked around the hilltop but could not find her. He was alone once more. As he ascended the hill and re-entered the forest he couldn’t help but smile. He got back to the villa and stood out on the veranda once more, gazing out at the countryside and wishing for the smell of Freya’s perfume to return.

MXA – The Ramos, plane, chopsticks

I am petrified of flying, the thought make me shiver. But I really must get over to Italy and kick some Juventus butt, so it has to be done. As I line up ready to board my flight, the trolley dolley seems to sense my nerves and offers an upgrade to first class. Thrilled at the idea of anything making my journey a little easier I thank her and am led through the magic curtains and into heaven, or as close to heaven you can get seeing as we’re flying way up in the bloody air!! I accept the offer of a drink and decide getting pissed may be the only way I last flight. After waiting for what seems an age, I ask one of the staff what the hold up seems to be. She says she’ll go ask Tina the pilot when we’ll be leaving. After a few moments she comes back to me blushing a lot and mumbles that take off shouldn’t be too long with a falsely bright smile. Another five minutes pass, when I hear the pilot asking everyone to take their seats and I look towards the door, I notice a certain long haired Spaniard sliding out of pilot’s door. Looking noticeable dishevelled. I nudge the person next to me “oh my god, it’s The Ramos!! Can you believe it?” I’m greeted with a snarl and the request of some headphones. Hmmm, rude. Oh god, he’s heading this way. OK MXA, breathe and act normal, yeeeeah right.

Turns out The Ramos is behind me (now there’s a thought) on the flight. He sits down and orders a dirty martini, as if he’d drink anything else, eh? As we take off I forget who is behind me and start to freak out. Once in the air and after another four vodkas I start to feel a tiny bit calmer.

Tap, tap, tap! Tap, tap, tap!! Oh god, what the hell is that? Tap, tap, tap How annoying, this is first class, surely we should stop that. Oh no, what if the engine is failing!!!! I stand up trying to get the air hostess’ attention when I look behind and see The Ramos playing drums on his seat with some chopsticks. He gives me a smile with a little glint in his eye. Hmm that really is annoying, but I couldn’t ask him to stop, he’s a Euro winner!! Raising an eyebrow I suddenly get a genious idea. Now this could solve my fear of flying and stop the annoying tapping. I’ve heard on the grapevine that The Ramos like’s banana’s so I sit back down and hunt in my handbag for my moisturiser, it’s banana scented luckily. I rub some on my hands and wait a few seconds for the smell to drift about. The tapping starts to slow down a little, I lean back over my chair and gesture for him to move closer, following the smell he leans forward gazing into my eyes. Holy ****, this man is hot!! Claming myself down whisper something into his ear. Before I have time to sit back down, I’m being dragged down the aisle and into the cramped but surprisingly clean toilets, with the moisturiser in one hand and chopsticks in the other, ready to receive some of The Ramos’ loving!!

Maybe flying isn’t so bad after all…

Stephanie – Silva, concert, tennis racket


I had spent a long day over at Gina’s house with her and her new husband David Silva. We had spent hours laughing about how Spain had won Euro, Davids perfect camera looking, Pepes drunkenness, and the ridiculous names they were gonna give to their 5 kids.

Gina decided that she was going to finally go to bed after spending many hours awake. Silva and I sat up discussing various topics and eventually landed on our common love for Enrique Iglesias.

“No way David, you love Enrique Iglesias’s Music too!”

“Of course I do, If my heart could write songs, they would sound like his, besides, all Spaniards love Enrique,” exclaimed Silva.

“Omg, David, I have tickets to his concert tomorrow, I was going to take Raul, but he’s a little busy with Laura, do you want to come?” asked Steph.

“ooh, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to go out without gina there?”

David had brought up a good point, Gina loved David, and I don’t think she would be to happy with us going out together, even if it was just for a night of innocent fun.

David, then devised a brilliant plan, “I know,” he said excitedly, “David Villa is my good friend and he owes me a favor. I will send Gina to visit him in his hotel with some Victoria sponge Cake, that should get her out of the way while we go to the concert.”

This is an excellent plan and so the next day, we did just that. Gina was more than willing and so David and I had the night together. We headed off to the concert.

When we arrived, we got backstage. Silva was impressed and asked me how I had managed the passes. “well, Raul actually kind of used his connections,” I said slyly. David looked at me and just laughed a little. We were standing by the side of the stage giddy with anticipation when Enrique burst on stage and started singing Dimelo.

The concert was going fabulously, and then out of nowhere Anna Kournikova showed up beside us, Tennis racket in tow, just coming from a charity tennis event. Silva and I weren’t very pleased, so we shuffled around a bit. Whilst doing so, Enrique spotted David. He finished his song and then, because he is a major fan of the SNT asked for Silva to come on stage and help him with his next song. Silva being the shy little cutie he is didn’t want to, but he obliged.

Enrique handed Silva a mic and they began singing Bailamos together. I couldn’t help but crack up. It was hilarious so I whipped out my video phone and started recording. After the song was finished Silva scurried off the stage and back to the side. Enrique finished up his set and the concert was over. We chatted with Senor Iglesias for a bit before we headed back to David and Gina’s house.

Laura - Special effort for the Beautific MG. The Ramos, Ghost train and the spanish flag

MG is on the ghost train AGAIN but this time when she gets in the carriage it’s the Ramos that joins her. Oh well she thinks, I was hoping for another ride on.. I mean WITH Minty but The Ramos will have to do.
It’s a slow moving ride but needless to say The Ramos aint a slow moving dude so they’re barely even in the dark before he is whispering sweet flamenco lyrics in her ear and using his fingers for something other than gunning!
Now I know I said this was a slow moving ride but I don’t think it’s supposed to stop.. Uh oh. The Ramos starts freaking out about missing his hair appointment and about how his stupidly small dog will starve to death because he’s stuck in a fairground ride (seriously how much can it eat?). MG sighs and prays to god to save her but even before she finishes she remembers Raul is busy with Laura, darn. ‘Help’ she calls out into the darkness! She hears a whoosh and a moment later is being lifted out of the carriage by strong arms, long fingers are gently holding her steady.
As they fly out into the night sky she takes in the figure of her rescuer, a muscular tanned man dressed in pink and white lycra with a spain flag tied round his neck like a cape. They land and MG looks around at a familiar sight, the City of Manchester stadium, in darkness but still spectacular. ‘Wow she says, thanks so much’. He tells her that its no problem and that he has to go get Sergio or he’ll be hell tomorrow in training. MG pouts, but he assures her he’ll be back later and that his friend will take care of her for now. Following his gaze MG spots the lights on in the tunnel and follows it down to the dressing room. She opens the door and smiles. In the team hot tub with a bottle of baileys and a bag of malteasers is Philippe wearing just a man city shirt and a smile…

Pavi –VV, train, lawn mower

After spending an amazing week in Madrid taking in the sights, enjoying the night life and even going to a Real Madrid match I was ready to go to a different city and explore more Spanish culture. My friend and I decided to take the train to Barcelona to learn more about the Catalan culture.

We started our trip with a bike tour of Barcelona which took us to all the main sights and then to the beach where we had sangria. My friend decided to head back to the hotel to take a nap so I decided to head to one of the parks to relax for a bit. As I was sitting on a bench people watching, a very attractive man walked up and sat next to me. At first I felt a bit awkward and tried not to pay attention to him by watching a gardener who was pushing a lawn mower across the park. All of a sudden the man next to me asked me in Spanish if I liked football while pointing at a Liverpool sticker on my bag. I said that I did and we started talking about football and our favorite teams and he told me he had supported F.C. Barcelona his whole life. After we had talked for a while he invited me to go to a café with him and we spent the entire day together. At the end of the night he dropped me off at my hotel and we ended up sharing a very passionate kiss.

The next day as I was walking around the city with my friend I saw a billboard featuring players for F.C. Barcelona and right there in the middle was my mystery guy, Victor Valdes.

MG- Minty, his parent’s house and a thermometer.

‘So tell me again what I do with it’ the Ramos asked staring at the object in his hand as if it might jump up and bite him at any moment.
‘You put it in your mouth sweetie and it tells me whether or not you have a fever’ I answered patiently, smiling at his endearing ignorance.
‘Oh ok!’ he shrugged and popping it in sat down on a nearby bench. Laughing to myself I turned the thermometer the right way round and returned to my other patients. The waiting area was full and not for the first time I questioned my decision to become the Real Madrid squad nurse.

The day flew by in a haze of jock strap chaffings and infected tattoos and I was preparing to leave for the day when there was a knock at the surgery door.
‘Come in’ I called wearily and looked up to see Miguel Torres entering. ‘What can I do for you?’
‘Its my groin’ he answered in a deep voice ‘I think ive pulled something!!’
‘Well’ I replied ‘you really need the physio for that, im only a nurse’
‘I know’ he pleaded ‘but its really painful and Nando told me you’re a bit of an expert on groins, will you at least take a look?’
‘I suppose so’ I sighed ‘slip off your shorts and get onto my bed’

I washed my hands and walked behind the screen to where he was laid, then quickly turned and walked out again.
‘Im sorry Mr Torres’ I said breathlessly ‘when I told you to remove your shorts I assumed you would be wearing something underneath them!!! - could you cover yourself with a towel please?’

Once satisfied he’d done so I returned and began to run my hand gently up his groin feeling for any swelling. When I reached a certain spot I heard him groan,
‘Is that the problem area?’ I asked and he nodded.
‘Yes I can definitely feel it throbbing’ I told him ‘ but I should be able to relieve it a little with my special massage - if you lie still I’ll just get my oils’
Several hours later having dropped Miguel Torres off at his mum and dads house with the recommendation that he return for more treatment on his ‘injury’ the following day I pulled onto the drive and was thrilled to see my hubby’s car there. Entering the house I wandered into the lounge calling his name but it was empty. I was just about to head upstairs when I felt his unmistakably long fingers on my shoulders and I reached up to stroke his wrinkled brow as he pulled me into his embrace.
Many hours later I awoke with a jolt! ‘Oh my God!’ I shouted, ‘Ive left the Ramos sitting in the surgery since this morning with a thermometer in his mouth!!! I’ll have to go and attend to him’
‘Later’ a husky Swiss voice whispered in my ear, ‘I need the attentions of Nurse Senderos for a little while longer yet!!’


Lucy - Cesc, Disneyland, toothpaste

I arrived with all my SBA girls ready for an uber fun day at one of the greatest places ever - Disneyland Paris. I had about €200 to spend on as much tack as possible and couldn't wait to get started. We hit all the gift shops and I bought anything that may have a vague use back home, from Buzz's Banana Body Butter to Minnie Mouse's strawberry toothpaste. All in all it was an eventful day; we had to physically remove Freya from Sleeping Beauty's castle after she dressed up and started twirling around to 'Once Upon A Dream', MG pulled Aladdin's trousers down and got us ejected from the Magic Lamp, Pavi and RG made us queue for two hours just to ride Space Mountain, whilst Laura, Steph, MXA and Gina chatted up hotties who didn't speak English by gesturing to them with mini sponge cakes. Everything was going ridiculously well for the SBAers on Tour!

As evening drew nearer, we heard about a restaurant in the Village that had Disney characters available for photo ops, so we made our way over there. It was extremely busy, so Venice batted her eyelids and flirted her way through for us. Hurrah! I could see Winnie The Pooh, Mickey, and Remy the rat from Ratatouille! I was as hyper as a drunk Pepe! Everyone else rolled their eyes and started to order food whilst I ran and hugged Donald Duck, doing my ace impression of him. Eventually I joined the others at our table and tried to calm down.

A few minutes later, I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I spun round and came face to face with Pluto! He nudged me with his big nose like a real dog. Aw Pluto! I stood up and posed with him in front of one of those photo boards whilst Laura took a picture. You can imagine my shock when, just after the flash went off, Pluto grabbed my arse! What's this? A cheeky Disney employee? I frowned at him and made to go back to my table but then he pulled at my shoulder. I quickly put my own arm out to stop him and accidentally knocked off the paw of his costume. Some of his forearm was exposed and it was seductively hairy. My heart started racing again and I tried to look through the gap to see who was really inside but it was too dark. Then he whispered something that sounded erotic... in Spanish... and I was suddenly all ears. He took me by the hand and led me through the kitchen. The kitchen staff saw us and started shouting threateningly to get out, so we ran and in his haste, my mystery man brushed his exposed hand on a hot counter. Ouch! He was cursing in Spanish but continued to rush me round the back of the restaurant where it was surprisingly secluded. It was getting dark pretty quickly, but there was enough light left for me to recognise the sexy Cesc Fabregas as I pulled off Pluto's head. Without saying anything, I gently took his hand and inspected the burn, which was mild really. I found my Minnie Mouse toothpaste and rubbed a little on his wrist to try and cool it down. Rubbing the hairy hand region was simply too much for me (and him) and before I could think to ask why he's working at Disneyland, that hot little Spaniard and I were doing unspeakables up against the wall. The Pluto costume was a bit of a bugger to remove, but we managed... did you know they only wear pants underneath those things? :D

Ali- The Ramos, Train, Tennis Racket

I am enjoying a delicious meal of fish tacos and cold San Miguel at a cafe in Sevilla when I look towards the window to see a strong, tan young man in a white suit and designer sunglasses who seems to be staring in at me. He begans to gesture wildly, pointing his fingers and mouthing "pow! pow!" Shocked and confused I look around quickly. Is he saying someone has a gun and is about to shoot? But no, everyone else is calmly enjoying their afternoon meal.
I look back and he has removed his sunglasses and is now winking. What is going on? Intrigued, I watch as he begans to flex his muscles. Perhaps this is some strange Andalusian mating ritual that I am unaware of. I quickly gather my things and head outside as I am in a bit of a drought and this is not an opportunity I can afford to pass up.
Just as I approach, however, he swings his head about hitting me in the face with his long, silky tresses, and begins to walk away. As I get a whiff of a smell I can describe only as eau de sex, I know I must follow. He walks so quickly and manly that I must run to keep up, and soon we are entering a train station.
I lose him for a second and when I find him he is again doing the gun hand signals, but now towards another young man wearing a sweatband, tank top, and carrying a tennis racket. Two on One I think? i've only done that once before but it went quite well from what I can recall. I run towards them in glee, but as I am preparing to launch myself into their arms the man with the tennis racket looks at me and while grunting loudly swings the racket into my face.
As I fall into oblivion I feel a strong arm catch me and swing me over his shoulder. I wake up on a fast moving train and stare straight up at a sensuous pair of lips. "They call me El Ramos," the lips say. I look up higher and meet the eyes of the man I had been following. "I have to apologize for my friend Rafa. He is young and beautiful as well but does not yet know the ways of women. The men of the Ramos family, however, come into the world with this knowledge and we practice often to perfect our techniques."
As my eye is swelling and I am a bit pale from that brutal tennis racket
blow I am surprised he is interested in me, but he says "You are a woman, are you not? That is all that matters to me."
He takes me up to his penthouse suite decorated with shag carpet, leather furniture, and black/white photos of himself in various poses and turns on some flamenco music. As the sun begins to set we began to "flamenco" over and over and over and then one more time.

MG's Scenario game results Part 3 (Lucy's bday edition)

Again i couldn't remember them all so made a few guesses, correct me at will..

All set at Lucy’s fabulous bday bash in a posh venue somewhere in SBAland-

Gina (About VG) Luis Garcia, Handcuffs

Ok, there are a few extra characters in there, but they were kind of necessary to make the story flow :)

VG walks into the party a little late to find it’s already in full swing and there’s chaos ensuing on the dance floor. There’s a whole load of ballers dancing away, seemingly oblivious to anything or anyone around them. As she was about to make her way downstairs to join everyone else, she heard a quiet sob coming from the right. Shocked, she looked down to find none other than Luis Garcia cuffed to the banister, a sad look on his face.
“Are you ok there?” She asked, and the little Spaniard looked up at her, his eyes glistening.
“No…I came up…here for a few minutes.” He was choking back sobs between words and she sat down next to him, being careful not to crumple her dress and giving him a sympathetic pat on the back. “And I bumped into Gina…with the two Davids. There was a bit of…confusion, and next thing I know, I’m sat here…cuffed to these stairs and…they’ve left me.”
“I’ll be back in a second, I’m just going to see if I can find anyone to help.”
She left him sat on the stairs alone, quickly tracking down Gina who was in a bit of a panic.
“VG, have you seen my handcuffs? Villa’s been playing up and I could have sworn I had them earlier…”
“Yep, poor Luis is cuffed to the banister upstairs. Do you have the keys?”
Gina handed them over and VG ran back up the stairs to uncuff Luis, who was currently inconsolable. She quickly uncuffed him, and he rubbed his wrist gingerly, checking for any damage.
“Thank you so much.” He said. “I was worried I’d be up here all evening, everyone else seems to be having so much fun. How can I repay you?”
She thought carefully for a few moments before placing a kiss on the shocked Spaniards’ lips.
“Well, I have a date to the party already, I believe you know him quite well. I was wondering how you’d feel about making a return to Liverpool.”
He smiled, giving her a sly wink before replying. “I shall talk to my agent, but you know these things are complicated, no?”
“Try your best and I’ll make it worth your while.”



MXA (About Pavi) Niko, Pan scrub

Niko had been sent to the bar again by Venice demanding another line of shots!! He being the dutiful date didn't dare disagree with her. On his way, he cuaght a tumbling MXA, who had been spinning around the dance floor in a drunken state. As they collided she spilt her cocktail all down his shirt and trousers. Sighing at the stupid womans mistake, Niko headed to the kitchen area to clean himself up. Looking around for something to wipe away the bright blue mess, he spots a pan scrub and decides to give it a go. The kitchen looked empty so Niko removed his clothes to really get scrubbing at the stain, all of a sudden he hear's a crash in the store room. Leaving his clothes on the side and walking over in his tiny dark blue pants to check out the noise, he is greeted by a very drunk Pavi sat in a corner of the room, clutching a bottle of champers and just wearing The Ramos' shirt. Pavi: "Well hellooo there." Niko: "Oh gosh, sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here. Where's Sergio?" Pavi: "I'm not sure, he went to get some whipped cream, but I think he got dragged to the pool by Nando." Trying not to stare at Pavi's bare legs Niko wonder's what to do next in this situation. Pavi: "Why are you only wearing pants?" Feeling very self consious and wondering what Venice would say if she was to walk in on them now, Niko starts to rush out an explanation and beg Pavi not to tell anyone what she'd seen, getting all in a panic he starts to cry a little. Pavi starts to feel sorry for the poor guy and offers him a sympathetic hug, as she embrasses Niko into a bear hug, The Ramos enters the room again carrying whipped cream in one hand and a camera in the other. He see's Niko and an almost naked Pavi cuddling up and goes off in a jealous rage. As he's storming out of the kitchen he spots MXA walking into the ladies bathroom. Seeking revenge on Pavi he follows her in and puts the whip cream and camera to very good use........ Pavi (About Sarah) Nando, Teacher’s cane
Sarah and Cesc were dancing the night away and having a great time and Cesc decided to go to the bar to get a drink. Sarah said she needed to use the toilets so she left him at the bar. Without paying much attention she accidentally walked into the men’s toilet. She ran into Nando and felt embarrassed at her mistake. She turned to leave the bathroom but he stopped her with a hand on the door. When she turned around to tell him she had to get back to Cesc he kissed her. She was surprised but didn’t mind the kiss so she started kissing him back. He pulled away and said she should be punished for walking into the men’s toilet. She couldn’t believe what he was saying since she had always pictured Nando as a very shy and quite guy. He then told her to turn and face the mirror and she saw in the reflection that he was holding a teacher’s cane. Before she could say anything he started to use the cane on her bum and all she could was moan. All of a sudden Pavi walked into the toilets and upon seeing Nando and Sarah started to apologize. The Ramos walked up behind Pavi and saw Nando and Sarah together as well. Sarah quickly left the bathroom to get back to Cesc. As she was talking to Cesc she saw Nando walk by and he winked at her.


Lucy (About MG) The Ramos, A tub of banana body butter

So it's present opening time at my party and the cute Spanish waiters have clubbed together to buy me a special present since I invented them and everything. Rodrigo, the most handsome who looks a lot like Cesc Fabregas, presents me with a basket of luxury bath pampering lotions and creams. At first I'm thinking 'Really? Bath stuff? I get enough of this from kids at school' but when I see the glint in Rodrigo's eye, I see the real purpose of the gift and readily accept it. After opening all the prezzies, I leave them in the cloakroom before Rodrigo and I try and find somewhere to be alone whilst Nando is off having his half hour private time with Pavi. Meanwhile, The Ramos is looking for his wallet and important 'supplies' that lie within. He thinks he left it in his jacket. Off he wanders into the cloakroom and being quite large and strong, manages to knock over a lot of presents. He tries to pick everything up and notices a tub of banana body butter. 'Que?' he thinks. The Ramos likes bananas. He opens the tub with interest and eats some. At that moment, MG slips into the cloakroom, having seen him enter only a few minutes previously and horny for some Ramos love. She sees him tasting the body butter and exclaims that he is wasting the stuff and proceeds to demonstrate how it should be used by ripping open his shirt and applying it with expertise to his fine abs...

Aoife (About Laura) Dagger, A pair of armani boxer shorts

Laura stumbled into the men’s room by mistake. The karaoke had kicked off in the party and Aragones had started belting out the lyrics to Madonna’s “Like a Virgin”.

Standing there, clad only in a pair of Armani boxer shorts, was Daniel Agger. Laura looked at him confusedly, "What are you doing here? This is a party for the Spanish football team. You're Danish, Danny."

Danny looked embarrassed and shuffled, his hands covering his modesty. Laura couldn't take her eyes off his strong arms, covered in tattoos and slightly tanned.

"yes, but I heard from Nando and Pepe that it was a great party and that a cute chica from Merseyside was going to be at it. They said I should come since I’m over here for the match tomorrow. But the security guy wouldn't let me in since I'm not Spanish,” he took a deep breath, “So I went around the side of the building and climbed all the way up the trellis. I squeezed in here through this window -" He indicated a small window up above the row of sinks, from which was hanging a pair of black dress pants and a white shirt. "It was too small and my suit got caught on the hooks when I was climbing in. I lost my footing, slipped, fell and ripped my entire suit."

Laura looked at Danny, her mind working overtime.

"Well Danny, we can't have you standing in here in your skivvies. Come with me and I'll find you something to wear."

They slipped into the anteroom, which was full of comfy couches and had a spare suit hanging on the wall. It was The Ramos's spare. “He likes to mix it up halfway through the evening but he's had far too many shots with Iker to even remember it's here”, Laura explained.

"But Laura, I'm not ready to go to the party yet."

And with that, Danny slipped off those Armani boxers and looked up at Laura, a smirk on his freckled face.

"And I seem to have lost my underwear now too....could you come over here and help me please?"

...............

It was two hours before Laura returned to the party, a little flushed and a lot happier. Danny worked The Ramos's spare suit and kept thinking of the repeat performance he'd be giving Laura later that night in his hotel room.


MG (About Lucy) Stevie G, A bottle of whiskey?
Damn these shoes Lucy thought hobbling outside for a seat on the patio. Slipping them off she sighed at the relief. 'Are you ok?' a voice in the dark asked making her jump. 'Who's there?' Lucy shouted then smiled as Stevie, his forehead wrinkled in concern stepped out of the shadows. 'Its just my feet' she replied 'they're killing me!' 'May I?' he said kneeling in front of her and taking one in his hand. 'Sure' she sighed as he began to massage gently. 'Wow that feels really good!' Lucy whispered 'where did you learn such skills?' 'Oh my ex wife used to wear stupid hooker shoes all the time' Stevie shook his head, 'and she made me massage her bunions when she came home!' 'I have another little trick which might help actually' he grinned blushing slightly. 'Oh yes! you go for your life' Lucy croaked horsely as the sensation in her foot intensified. Reaching behind him Stevie picked up a bottle of whisky and taking a large mouthful lifted an astonished Lucys foot and put the toes into his mouth allowing the cold liquid to run between them numbing the pain and sending tingles up her legs! 'OMG' she groaned 'who taught you to do that?' 'Oh it was my friend Nando' Stevie replied 'actually hes far better at it than I am why don't you come home with me and I'll get him to show you!' Lucy was on her feet in an instant and heading off to get her coat. 'BTW she asked Stevie as they drove to his flat you never said who taught Nando the foot trick?' 'Im not sure' Stevie replied shrugging his shoulders 'I think it was some girl he met in a stationary cupboard once!!'

Beth (About Aoife) VV, A ruler
Once upon a time (i was stuck for an opening) at a stunning house/building a birthday party was being held for a girl called Lucy. She had invited all of her kickette friends and their other halves, although unfortunately one or two were absent so there were some spare ballers roaming around. One of these was a goalie by the name of VV, he was infamous for getting into fights about his position in (or rather out of)the SNT, therfore when he was released by his partner to attend this evenings prestigious bash, he felt slightly out of place and awkward. By the time the clock struck midnight (sorry for all of these fairy tale references my imagination is obviously packing up on me!)he was sitting at the bar downing shots, feeling quite sorry for himself as he was on his own whilst everyone was dancing to beyonce, or dirty dancing, or something similar. At this time, one of lucy's friends turned up late as she had had a prior commitment at a gig. Running in slightly flustered she grabbed a stool and ordered a number of shots, to make up for lost time, not realising that only VV was at the bar. Aoife didn't immediately recognise him, but definitely knew that he was hot. In the mad rush that there was to get to the party Aoife had put her jewellery on in the car, but whilst sitting at the bar she realised that she was missing an earring. She started emptying her bag over the bar surface looking for the earring. Because she was in such a rush to get there Aoife hadn't got around to clearing out her bag and so had alot of random items in there. Most of which, in her haste, she had managed to send flying. Eventually Aoife found the earring, put it in and set about clearing up the bar. As she was closing her handbag, a hand pushed a ruler along the bar towards her. Looking at the ruler Aoife realised it must have been something that she dropped out of her handbag. Trailing her eyes up the arm attached to the ruler, her eyes met those of one VV. Seeing the mischief in those eyes, a thought popped into Aoifes head. She grabbed VV's hand, the one without the ruler, downed her last shot, and with boyzone playing in the background she dragged him off to the cloakroom imagining the fun she could have with that ruler, and hoping no one would notice.


Laura (About MXA) David Silva, Cream cakes
Before they left the house MXA and Xabi had decided not too get too drunk because they wanted to be wide awake when they got home. But after drinking only a few sugary cocktails all night she was starting to get the shakes (ha what a lush) so on the pretence of getting some food from the buffet MXA sneaked off into the gardens with her hip flask and so she didn’t feel too guilty she grabbed some cream cakes on her way out. Once outside she found a nice secluded spot away from the debauchery in the pool. After a few minutes she hears a rustling and goes to investigate. She pushes her way through some shrubs only to find David Silva tied to a tree. ‘What the hell?’ says MXA shocked at the sight of him. ‘Thank god MXA, Gina tied me to this tree and I think she’s ran off with Villa and forgotten about me. I am starving!’ MXA shakes her head and walking over to him, shoves a rather large cream cake in his mouth. Some cream drops off and slides down his chest and MXA’s (very rarely dirty) mind goes into overdrive. She hurries back to the party quickly leaving poor David stranded and unable to shout for help with the cake in his tiny mouth. Grabbing Xabi away from the bar she tells him its time to go. Now where will I find some whipped cream and rope at this time of night she wonders.


VG (About Beth) Minty, A pink thong
Beth and I are chatting with a cute waiter, when all of a sudden we hear a loud thump coming from the pool area. We seem to be the only ones who heard it so we run to investigate. The pool area is dark and silent. I am about to turn the lights on when all of a sudden we hear a female voice screaming: These? You want me to put up with these? Which was quickly followed by a loud splash and sound of heels leaving the area. After the first shock (seeing it was Minty), we finally manage to get him out of the water. His hand is strangely formed into a fist and it's visible he's holding to something tightly. Bring some water, Beth says to me. Don't you think he had enough of it already, I reply. Water she says and her eyes convince me it's better to obey her. Beth in the mean time takes a box of tissues out of her Gucci bag and gently starts caressing his cheecks. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at her: why are you doing this? I thought you needed some help she replies while taking another tissue. They sit in silence for a moment. What are those, Beth asks pointing to a wet, creased peace of cloth lying close to them. Where did you get this, he asks panically looking at his now empty hand visibly blushing. She smiles and carreses his cheek again, this time without the tissue: Girlfriend didn't like them? She leans to give him a kiss.. No, they're mine actually he says with cheeks burning furiously. You mean, this am, well those errr these PINK thongs are actually yours!!??!!


Steph (About Venice) Xabi, A wooden spoon

Xabi has a type tonight and that type is Redheads Xabi came to Lucy’s party looking quite exquisite. He was on the arm of the gorgeous MXA who he loved very dearly. Well while at the party, Xabi decided to cut loose a little. He began drinking some and eventually got a little wild by removing his jacket, taking his tie off and rolling up his sleeves. He was having a killer time talking it up with Nando and even participating in the Macarena. After dancing he decided he was hungry and headed off to the buffet where he spotted another gorgeous redhead with a wooden spoon. He walks over to find out who it is, but she then soon disappears into the vast crowd of dancing Spaniards. He tries to make her out by following the red hair, but there being so many redheaded kickettes, he soon gives up. Xabi, being a little disappointed at not meeting her heads back to spend some time with MXA. He begins chatting it up with TOH, and even though he is happy to be reunited with the SNT captain again, he still feels that pit in his stomach that is longing for his new red headed Lolita. He sees his EPL rival Cesc from across the room with a redhead and gets his hopes up, he sneaks away from MXA hoping that it is the one he longs for, but when he gets there, she is a beautiful red head in a silky green dress, but alas, it is not the one of whom he seeks. Being disappointed and feeling bad for lusting after another woman with MXA there, Xabi decides to call it a night and heads back to the cloak room to grab his jacket. He puts his coat back on proper and heads out with his head down. He goes back to the dining room to see if he can spot his new crush, but again is disappointed. He is finally convinced that she just doesn’t exist and heads for the door. He is just about ready to get into his car (which is spotless clean for some reason??? ;)) when he hears a voice calling after him. He turns around and sees the gorgeous girl who had the wooden spoon and can’t help but smile. She runs up to him and hands him his tie. “here Xabi, don’t forget this.” She says Xabi is totally enamored and just stares at her, his eyes as wide as his mouth. The girl not knowing what was wrong with him, then goes to put the tie around his neck and as she reaches around, Xabi pulls her in and kisses her. It was the best kiss of Xabis life, but the girl seems a little uncomfortable and pulls herself away. “what are you doing?” she asks Xabi, never experiencing rejection before manages to stumble out “I saw you with the wooden spoon and just thought you were gorgeous. I, I , I just couldn’t help myself.” The girl looks at him with a piteous smile and responds, “well I’m here with Niko, and I don’t think he would be very happy if he caught me kissing some other guy, I’m sorry , but I have to go back inside.” The girl then turns away and as she starts walking Xabi stops her “Can I at least know your name?” “Venice” says the girl and then proceeds to walk back inside

Sarah (About Gina) Cesc, Sleeping bag

It was quite late, but the party was still in full swing. Sarah had abandoned Cesc on the dance floor in favor of the free whiskey shots at the bar, and he was trying desperately not to be too heartbroken. [Author’s note: Impossible, I know! I’m so irresistible…just ask Nando. ] But he was doing a pretty good job of distracting himself by dancing crazily with Lucy to the weird catchy foreign song. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Gina stumble to the stairwell and start to climb the twisting steps. She looks a bit inebriated by this point in the night, and being the nice guy he is, he starts to worry that she might fall and hurt herself. He rushes to the bottom of the stairs, but before he could start to climb, he sees her shooting back down, sliding on a sleeping bag that she found in the cloakroom! (I guess someone had brought it to the party hoping to get lucky with their date—or someone else’s—by the end of the night.) She knocks him over, and in the ensuing tangle finds herself lying on top of him, with the sleeping bag under them both. She stares deep into his eyes, then gives him a little wink and whispers,“Why don’t we see if we can find a better use for this sleeping bag?”Cesc cracks a smile, and being the gentleman that he is, helps her to her feet. However, as soon as they’re both up, he snatches the sleeping bag from the ground and dashes up the stairs, yelling “My turn, my turn!” Gina rolls her eyes, and walks away, trying to remember where she tied up David Silva.


Venice (About Steph) Villa, A feather duster

Even though his friends tried to pay attention to him as much as possible, David Villa couldn't help but feel left out a little after seeing his teammates and their dates getting jiggy with it on the dancefloor, drinking and having fun. He cursed the damn muscle injury under his breath. Even though he could move, it still hurt him and as the doctors said there was a slim chance of him making an appearance in the final match vs Germany, he didn't want to do anything to strain that muscle even more.So there he was, on the sofa in the gallery, watching his friends having the time of their lives, clutching his drink and feeling lonely. He's had a few too many already and was getting sleepy. His head was heavy and he leaned back, closing his eyes.He thought he was dreaming when he felt soft fabric covering his eyelids, wraping around his head. He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't see anything really. "What's going on?" he wondered and tried to complain, but curiosity kicked in and he decided to wait and see what will happen. He felt a light touch sliding across the back of his neck behind his ears, brushing against his shoulders. It was light enough not to irritate or tickle him, but still enough to give him goosebumps."Who's that?" he asked, letting out a small gasp before that.No reply. He leaned back more, hoping that the gentle caress wouldn't stop. He shuddered but not in a bad way when he felt a small hand unbuttoning his shirt. He gave in without resistance. "Who are you?" he asked again with a smile on his lips."You can call me Ms TOH." he heard a female voice whispering. "OOh this is exciting", he thought. He felt the same delicate touch all down his chest and stomach. He was shivering now, felt hot and cold at the same time. He sensed some movement south of the bellybutton. His hot Spanish blood begin to boil and he couldn't take this any more. He tried to grab the hand that was teasing him, but he got hold of something thin and furry. Not knowing what was going on, Villa stripped his blindfold and to his surprise found out he was holding a feather duster. He turned around swiftly but all he saw was a female figure vanishing into the dark. He got up and tried to follow her, but he couldn't see past the crowd. Feeling bittersweet, he sat back on the couch and skimmed his eyes through the crowd of his friends and their dates. He caught the intense look of a girl next to the god himself. When she caught his eyes, she raised an eyebrow, smiled and turned back to Raul. David Villa smiled and poured himself another drink.

Pavi (About Sarah) Nando, teacher's cane.

Sarah and Cesc were dancing the night away and having a great time and Cesc decided to go to the bar to get a drink. Sarah said she needed to use the toilets so she left him at the bar. Without paying much attention she accidentally walked into the men’s toilet. She ran into Nando and felt embarrassed at her mistake. She turned to leave the bathroom but he stopped her with a hand on the door. When she turned around to tell him she had to get back to Cesc he kissed her. She was surprised but didn’t mind the kiss so she started kissing him back. He pulled away and said she should be punished for walking into the men’s toilet. She couldn’t believe what he was saying since she had always pictured Nando as a very shy and quite guy. He then told her to turn and face the mirror and she saw in the reflection that he was holding a teacher’s cane. Before she could say anything he started to use the cane on her bum and all she could was moan.

All of a sudden Pavi walked into the toilets and upon seeing Nando and Sarah started to apologize. The Ramos walked up behind Pavi and saw Nando and Sarah together as well. Sarah quickly left the bathroom to get back to Cesc. As she was talking to Cesc she saw Nando walk by and he winked at her.

MG's Scenario game results Part 1

Gina Footballers wedding, Xabi, Salad tongs
I really don't have a clue where the salad tongs come into the football wedding of
the year :S This is bound to be rubbish...
Maybe I can use them as a starting point for the conversation lol. 'Hey, salad tongs
were my wedding present to them, think of your own please.'

Oooh no, I've got it. This is the part where I'm glad I watch Friends! I could offer
to give him a full body massage, but seeing as MXA has banned me from touching his knees, I use the salad tongs instead LOL!!! Sorry MXA, but I'll be getting very hands on for the rest of him ;)

Venice Salon, VV, Sleeping bag
Victor Valdes is insanely jealous of Íker and his incredible performances. Why do his
look so pale in comparison? what does this guy have that I dont? how does he do it?
He's read about about Íker's bright orange kit and how it supposedly scares off the
strikers. That's it! he goes. Scare is the word!
"I want one of those", he goes to the manager. "Lol, dude are you stupid? You think the bright orange kit will make you Saint Íker? I have better ways to spend my money, like burning it", the manager laughs it off.
But Victor is plagued by this idea of manning up. OMG what do I do? How do I become, grrrr, scary? I look like the underage gardener from Desperate Housewives.
Ribery is super scary but argh that scar is too much.
Agger tattoos are fearsome, but Victor can't handle much pain.
I got it, he screams! I'll shave my head.

He struts in my salon and says, off with it!!! in an authoritative way. The head, I ask?
Um no dude the hair, he replies rolling his eyes.
Is it OK? I ask after I'm done.
Is it scary? he goes.
Ooooh it's Super Scary!!! I wink and Victor's super pleased.

The business is slow and I doze off by the end of the day, only to be awaken by the
hysterical banging on the door of my now closed salon. I open up and see VV in tears,
panting. Help me please, he goes. What's wrong I ask.
I was just about to enter my house buy my WAG saw me through the window and thought I was an escaped convict and started yelling she'll call the police and sent them super scary dobermans after me. I barely escaped. What if my friends react the same? I thought I should come here since you were the only one who knew of my new hair. Can I crash here tonight?
Hm, I think to myself. This might not be such a bad idea after all. He is so super scary
now he can watch over my salon.
Sure. Here's a sleeping bag, the floor's very comfy.
I even tuck him in.
Pity sex? he asks his eyes as wide as saucers.
Lol dude, not when I got Íker upstairs.
I chuckle quietly as I leave the salon accompanied by a horrified NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo...!!!

MG Ghost train, Minty, Black felt tip
Ahhhh! so Minty and I are on the ghost train its very dark and scary so obviously I have to sit on his knee and bury my face in his (very tanned) chest!

EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK! a werewolf!!! Oh no sorry its just Villa in another carriage! Panic over!

Blimey im so hot on here I can feel my clothes just sliding off and Mintys obviously
feeling it too - his white shirt and trousers are so wet theyve gone see through!

Damn these tiny carriages theres so little room and im sitting on the steering knob -
oh no perhaps im not!!!!

Finished already damn I think I need another ride!

and I wonder who wrote 'Moonie was ere' in black felt tip all over poor Minty???


Pavi Ghost train, David V, Black silk hot pants
I'm on the ghost ride with Villa and it's scary so I'm sitting very close to him.

I look over and see Moonie and Minty getting hot and heavy so I start kissing Villa.

I climb onto his lap and we start making out and it’s very intense.

I see the light at the end of the tunnel so I go to get off Villa and I realize my pants
are off and I’m wearing only my black silk hotpants.

It's not very sexual and a bit lame but at least I tried.

MXA Salon, The Ramos, Scouring brush
Ok, so The Ramos struts into MXA's salon asking for his usual wash and blow dry. As he's led to the basin and laid back ready to have those long lock's de-greased I noticed he has scratches along his neckline. Not wanting to intrude and knowing of his sexual antic's I ignore the marks and get to scrubbing his head.

Once he has clean and fresh smelling hair, as apossed to the sweat and skank smell that was leaking from his roots, I take him over to the mirror ready to dry him. As he sit's down and his short's rise I noticed more scratches on his knees. Now I have to ask what his been up to. So The Ramos lets out a deep sigh and tells me his story.

The Ramos: "Well you see, it's all Nando's fault!! he moved away to Engerrrland and left me with no play mates. So I've been throwing myself into the world of women. Luckily the can't get enough of the stupd muffin that I am, but it can get tiring ya know?! Anyway the kid can't get enough of my wild stories, he get's so excited hearing of my new conquest. But now we're here and I;m so busy with training and trying to avoid Luis touching me up, I havn't had thetime or the energy to pick up women. Soo, I used a scouring brush to make it look like I'd had a wild session last night and so El Freckle will still look up to me and think I'm a sex god!!

Poor Mr Sergio, such a hard life being one so hot. As I finish his blow dry and offer him a quick boob grab to cheer him up he slips the tea girl his number and leave the shop with a flick of his new shiny hair and a quick finger gun in the mirror.

Laura Beach bbq, Cesc and Alex's hooker shoes
Ok.. sorry if this is horrendous
Right so im at a beach BBQ and its on Caldy beach which is where all the local ballers live so its no surprise to see a few here too. Any I fancy? Oo yeah stevie is here!.. but alex is here too darn. Well I’ll just mingle then, its getting darker and after a few beers everyone will look fab anyway!
Time for marshmallows! But ive got nothing to hold them over the fire with :S I look around for something. ‘Let me’ says an accented voice who takes my marshmallow and spears it on the 6 inch heel of a shoe and holds it over the fire. Its Cesc Fabregas, typical off my luck! Where are all the hot Merseyside Spaniards? We chat anyhow and he is quite sweet and I must be pretty wasted by now because im having an urge to lick the bits of marshmallow on his cheek.. SO I DO (Im being adventurous SBAers). He responds rather too positively and I have to tell him to cool it because he is nowhere near the top of my SBA finest 5!
‘Oh sorry’ he says looking aghast and when I propose a bit of heavy petting in exchange for Iker’s phone number and a good reference he quickly accepts! Young men, so easy! I can’t wait to make a date with a real Spanish man ;)

VG

Iker and I decided to see a movie as sort of belated birthday , it's been so long since we went out like this, lets just say we were, well, busy celebrating otherwise. ;o) I let him pick the movie and so as always when men picking the movie, I got bored. He on the other hand was filling his mouth with popcorn and had eyes only for the movie. Not used to being neglected, my hand accidentally landed on his knee but Iker was again too busy to notice.
Being a bit annoyed, my hand slowly made its way upwards. Unbuttoning his trousers, he began to pay me a bit more attention and suddenly we found ourselves quite comfortable on the back seats. Luckily the movie was loud and we were the only one in the back row so we could really seize the moment. We were slowly getting towards our khm, lets just call it happy time as we suddenly heard wolf wistles coming from the audio/video room above us. We were really embarassed so we got dressed as quick as possible and head home.

A week later he received a packet via post. I found him laughing by the door with nice
black armani undies in one hand and »we believe this is yours, best wishes« note in the other.