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Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Sunday, 20 July 2008
MG's Scenario game results. Part 8 *Updated 23.7.08*
MG- Iker, candyfloss and a gay bar!
Edit: The description in this story is based on the only gay club I’ve ever been in so I apologise if it offends anyone!
‘Wow you look hot!’ he commented, coming up behind me and nuzzling my neck.
I smiled at him in the mirror and put a hand up to stroke his head.
‘You don’t look too shabby yourself’ I winked, ‘are you ready?’
He nodded and with a final kiss we set off to the engagement party.
‘I’m so excited about this!’ I exclaimed as we queued to get into the town’s hottest new club La pina rosada ‘Have you got the supplies?’
‘Right here’ he nodded holding up a plastic bag, ‘Do you think we’ll have enough?’
‘Oh I’m sure there’ll be someone to buy from inside’ I reassured him, ‘I’ve never been in a gay bar where there wasn’t’
Inside was a paradise of pure decadence: white leather booths lined the silver and diamond encrusted walls, while pink helium balloons hung suspended above the dance floor ready to be released later in the evening.
‘Come on lets dance’ I yelled over the sound of Abba and dragged him onto the floor to shake his fabulous booty to Dancing Queen.
As the night wore on the party got wilder and wilder and soon the dance floor was jammed with over excited couples gyrating suggestively against each other. The heat was stifling and catching his eye I indicated my need to go and get some air.
We made our way out of the club’s back door into the dimly lit alley behind it. Sighing with relief I leant against the nearest wall letting the gentle night breeze calm my feverish skin. Opening my eyes I found he was standing in front of me his face a mere breath away from mine,
‘We’re supposed to be cooling off!’ I laughed lifting my mouth to meet his, ‘not raising the temperature further!’
Suddenly I caught sight of something over his shoulder and screamed loudly.
‘What is it?’ he exclaimed ‘I haven’t touched you yet!’
‘There’ I stammered, ‘In the corner - it’s a body!’
‘Don’t be……’ he began, then following my gaze gasped,
‘Oh my God you’re right!’
Cautiously we walked across to where the person was laid and as we got closer I realised it was a man. Bending down I felt for a pulse.
‘They’re alive’ I sighed with relief ‘but totally out of it’
‘Maybe this explains why!’ he said picking up several empty clear, plastic bags from the floor at the side of the unconscious figure.
‘Oh my God!’ I exclaimed, ‘What’s wrong with these people? Don’t they understand how dangerous this stuff is taken in these kind of quantities??’
And reaching for my mobile I began dialling the emergency services.
*A few days later*
‘Good evening and welcome to Sky Sports news - In an exclusive interview today the Spanish football association announced that, unfortunately, due to his recent admission to the Madrid Priory, where he will receive specialist treatment for his life threatening addiction to candy floss Iker Casillas will not be available for the upcoming World cup.
In a statement from the club the President has maintained they are 100% behind their keeper, who had been floss free for almost ten years before being exposed to its potent charms on a night out with team mates last week, and club captain, Raul, whose own problems with sugar addiction are well documented, has vowed to support him in his fight. to get clean.
‘Oh that’s awful news about Iker’ I sighed walking into the bedroom where my husband was packing his suitcase and running my hand over his bent, shaven head.
‘I know its terrible’ he agreed, ‘Now could you pass me my gloves please - I think im going to be needing them quite a bit over the next few weeks!’
MG's from last week- which was suposed to be about Silva but as I know nothing about him I just wandered down my own path!
The Job Interview
‘Ive got to find a more fulfilling career’ I sighed, wiping tomato ketchup off the kitchen walls for the twentieth time that week ‘Im just not cut out for childminding anymore!’
‘Well why don’t you go for this?’ Emma suggested, picking up a nearby newspaper and pointing to the Situations Vacant column.
‘Body oiler required for Sky’s Gladiators show?’ I read aloud.
‘No the one below it’ she laughed, ‘for the live in cook’
Reading the ad a smile spread across my face, ‘That’s perfect’ I grinned ‘I love cooking and its only for a single bloke so its hardly going to be hard work’
A week later I found myself sitting in the hallway of a beautifully furnished flat in North London.
‘Miss Brookes’ a soft voice said and I glanced up to see a tall, slightly nervous looking man standing in a nearby doorway. ‘Would you like to come in?’
Smoothing down my skirt and tucking a wayward curl behind my ear I followed him into a room painted in the most delicate duck egg blue. The soft furnishings were the colour of clotted cream and right in the centre of the floor was a huge, baby soft, sheepskin rug.
‘Please sit down’ he said indicating a huge sofa, before taking a seat on the chair opposite.
‘Ok!’ he smiled ‘so maybe you could start by telling me what qualities you have that suit this position?’
A rather embarrassing silence fell in the room.
‘Sorry!’ I apologised, quickly pulling myself together ‘I was just……’
And then I stopped realising how stupid I would sound, telling him I’d just been rendered speechless by his gorgeous dimples when he smiled at me!
‘Its ok’ he reassured me ‘There’s plenty of time - would a drink help?’
‘That would be lovely’ I nodded ‘Do you have tea?’
‘I do’ he told me, then blushing added ‘but I’m not completely sure how to make it properly - not being English.’
‘That’s ok’ I smiled, ‘I’ll do it - I’m an expert!’
Following him into the spotlessly clean kitchen I admired the gleaming equipment and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of all the fantastic dishes I could create in there. He noticed me looking and sheepishly confessed he’d never used any of it himself.
‘Really?’ I asked astounded ‘Can’t you cook anything?’
‘Oh yes!’ he replied proudly ‘I make fantastic fruit kebabs!’
For some reason I found this highly amusing and burst into a fit of giggles.
‘Oh! I’m sorry’ I said stopping abruptly as I saw the look of hurt on his face ‘I didn’t mean to mock you’ and in a unconscious movement I put my hand on his arm to appease him.
As soon as I placed it there everything seemed to change. A strange stillness descended as we both stared at it for several seconds before simultaneously raising our eyes and locking them together. I felt I should say something but was unable to speak as slowly he brought a long finger to my face and ran it sensuously along my jaw.
Feeling my knees buckle slightly I leant back against the kitchen units to steady myself as he moved closer and placed his other hand at the base of my spine.
I wanted him to kiss me, needed him to kiss me but at the same time I was lost in this sublime moment where, standing inches apart, mouths almost touching, we breathed the same air and saw nothing but each other.
I could smell his unique scent, a mix of grass and vanilla and it made me dizzy with desire. Unable to stop myself I reached up and traced the curve of the little scar above his right eyebrow.
Removing his finger from my chin he carefully cupped it in his hands and never breaking eye contact gently brushed my lips with his, before increasing the pressure until they parted far enough to allow his tongue to pass.
He kissed me with a mixture of intensity and an undisguised naivety which both thrilled and soothed me at the same time.
Finally he broke away and taking my hand led me back to the lounge.
‘I’m not very good at this’ he whispered shyly.
‘Shhh!’ I put a finger to his lips, ‘ just relax and enjoy it’ and kneeling on the sheepskin rug I pulled him down beside me.
‘Kiss me again’ I murmured into his chest ‘Please just kiss me again’
He needed no further invitation and pushing me back onto the soft floor he resumed the pressure on my mouth with his own. I moaned softly as he moved his lips to my neck, sucking softly on the hollow of my throat before leaving tiny butterfly kisses along my collarbone.
Wriggling slightly I adjusted my position so that despite the height difference our bodies touched in as many places as was possible. I could feel the heat he was generating seep through my clothes and inflame my soul until unable to wait any longer I tugged his shirt open with feverish hands. Feeling him shiver beneath my fingers only served to increase my desire and replacing my hands on his chest with my tongue, I moved them to his belt.
In what seemed like seconds our clothes had vanished and I found myself arching my body towards him desperate for any contact, however small.
‘I want you so much,’ he sighed twisting one of my curls around his beautiful long fingers.
‘I want you too’ I breathed, then let out a whimper as his mouth began a spine tingling journey down my body.
‘Please Philippe!’ I begged burying my nails deep into the pile of the rug, ‘I can’t stand it any longer’
Slowly, teasingly he travelled back over my burning skin until we were once more facing each other, before gently parting my thighs.
Afterwards as I lay in his arms I was conscious of a change within me. Id always felt I was missing something, a small part of me that I could never quite locate but now I knew Id found it - the thing Id spent my whole life searching for was sleeping peacefully by my side.
‘I love you’ he murmured rousing slightly.
‘I love you too’ I replied stroking his wrinkled brow ‘and I think I always have’
Blue- Pepe, park, superglue
Sorry if I missed some SBAers - a bit hard to squeeze everyone + their ballers in
On one sunny morning in Madrid, I was rushing to go to El Parque del Retiro (Retiro Park) to help out in a charity football workshop organised by Iker. In a hurry, I shoved all the decoration supplies – pen, scissors, superglue, ribbons, balloon, etc - into a big bag.
“You’re going already? It’s a bit early, isn’t it?” Metze asked with a sleepy voice.
I leaned and kissed him – “Morning to you too… yeah, I want to finish the decorating the stage before the crowd gathers. How are you feeling today?”
“Hmph… not worse but not better either,” he sulked – and was looking very moody - he had grown his beard back since he got injured in the last international game.
I sat on the bed and stroked his thick beard, “Hey – you’ll get better soon, OK? The doctor said that your rehabilitation is going very well. And we could always go to Australia next year.”
He held my hand tightly and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.
“Can’t you stay home today?” he whispered while giving butterfly kisses on my neck.
“Mmmhhhh… no... I’ve promised to help out and the girls will be there. Chris… please stop …
Why don’t you come with me? It’s a really nice day outside, and you usually love charity events.”
He looked at me and said, “And get reminded by the Spanish Team that I can’t play soccer for the next weeks?”
“Ayyy… enough with the sulking! And they won’t do that to you.” I got a bit annoyed – he’d been acting like this for the last weeks.
“You’re coming with me - maybe some fresh air will do you good. Come on!” I pulled his arm to get him to stand up.
“You’ll be late waiting for me to get ready. Weren’t you in a hurry?” he jeered.
I pushed him to the bathroom and said, “No excuse. I’ll help you in the shower if I need to.”
Then he smiled and I saw a glint of cheekiness in his eyes - I’d better call Iker to let him know that we’ll be late.
*
By the time we got to the park, the SBA girls were already buzzing to get the workshop underway.
Ali , Sergio, Steph, Bojan, Malin and Nando were helping Callie and Iker setting up the goal posts.
Minty, MG, Cesc and Lucy were dragging bags of soccer balls to the different sections of the park while telling Cesc that waxing his arms was not a good idea at all.
I could see Laura, Venice, MXA and Xabi inspecting Raul’s bag to check if he smuggled some cookies / yoghurt – good on them!
Raul was talking to Victor Valdez about getting called up by the Spanish team – it seemed that Vicente was impressed with their performance in the last season.
Gina , VB and Villa ran towards us.
VB said, “There you are!!! Quick give us the balloon… David – could you start with the red one, please?”
Gina looked at Metze – “And Metze – could you help Pavi, Lynx, Pau and Silva hanging the banner over there? And, here. You might get a bit thirsty.” She handed him a bottle of water.
“Ginnnaaaaaa…!” David Villa gave her a stern look then pointed one finger to his hip dips.
*
I was about to finish decorating the table on the stage when Pepe approached me.
“Hey – are you almost finished with that superglue?” he asked.
“Yeah – give me one second,” as I glued the last red and yellow ribbon on to the sides of the table.
“Aha – great! Thanks heaps!” he grinned and disappeared before I could ask him anything.
The workshop went really well, and we raised a huge sum for the local children’s hospital.
Metze also enjoyed himself until some little kids cried upon the sight of him with that thick beard.
Then he just walked backstage to sulk, and sat near the water cooler – this prompted Pavi, Lynx and Gina to offer him a glass of water.
*
The players were getting ready to walk onto the stage to sign autographs for the fans, when I heard a loud scream.
“AAAAARRGHHHH!!!! WHO DID THISSS?????” I was shocked to see Iker looking so flustered and frustrated.
I ran over to see what had happened, and Callie was trying to help Iker getting his gloves off.
“Ouch, ouch!!!! Callie that hurts! Who put glue in my gloves????”
Unconsciously, I looked at Victor, who couldn’t contain his glee.
But then I saw Pepe’s face looking a bit purple – he was trying hard to hold his laugh, he couldn’t and bursted out laughing.
At that stage, almost everyone was laughing out loud – except poor Iker.
“PEPE!!! Did you do this??? Wait until I get you, you hear me????”
Callie tried to console Iker and she remembered that she got a nail polish remover in her handbag.
She dragged Iker backstage and started working on removing the superglue with high precision, thanks to her lab-trained hands.
*
The event continued on by Pepe taking over the mic, introducing the whole Spanish team. Before it could drag on for too long, Raul grabbed the mic from Pepe.
Then he realised that the mic felt a bit sticky. And his hand was stuck. “What the???”
Pepe was surprised as well – he tried to remove the mic from his hand, but it wouldn’t budge.
The crowd was not aware of what was actually happening, all that they could see was Pepe and Raul fighting for the mic.
The crowd laughed and started heckling.
Pepe laughed and said, “Oh well – it seems that you’re stuck with me, Raul… how about a little kiss, huh??”
Raul’s face went pale as he tried to run away from Pepe’s embrace.
I glanced at Metze and he seemed unusually pleased.
“Chris – did you put glue on that mic?”
“Well – I was feeling a bit bored,” he grinned mischievously.
Beth- Cesc, a Zebra and a Masked ball.
Having agreed to keep Cesc company for the day, I was stuck with ideas for what to do with him. He had been stuck inside due to the rain for the last week and that had made him like a very grumpy child. With the weather finally clearing up I decided to take him down to the beach for some fresh air and so that he could get rid of some energy by riding the donkeys, which he had be badgering me to take him to do since we moved to the seaside 6 months ago.
On arrival at the beach I realised there was something wrong. Cesc however seemed very excited. There were no longer donkeys taking people for rides on the beach…they were now using zebras. How odd, I know I hadn’t been to the beach in a long time, but I didn’t think this much would have changed!! Giving Cesc all of the change in my purse I stood on the promenade and watched him run down and join the queue for the zebra’s, I couldn’t help but smile at the excitement written all over his face.
When his turn came he very carefully rode up and then back down the stretch of sand laid out for the zebra, and looked very pleased with himself as he was turning the zebra back round at the end of his ride. I was standing cheering from the side especially pleased that he hadn’t embarrassed himself. Oops maybe I had thought too soon! A small child had dropped their ice cream and started screaming just behind the zebra, which had spooked it. Cesc was in the process of dismounting when the zebra had charged off down the beach, in the opposite direction to any help. I thought he had managed to get his feet to the floor, but as I watched on in horror I realised that Cesc was clinging on for dear life because his arm hair had got caught in the saddle (note: really sorry about this I couldn’t resist!) therefore meaning he couldn’t separate himself from the zebra. I was powerless to help as the zebra took off down the beach, however, he was being chased down by a very concerned paramedic called Lucy who apparently had a very special talent for taking care of forearms especially hairy ones!
Lucy made good ground on the zebra and was able to guide it too a walk and then halt as she carefully untangled Cesc’s hair from the reins and front of the saddle. As I and the owner of the zebra joined Lucy, Cesc and the zebra (Sophie I think it was called), Lucy and Cesc were sitting on the beach with Lucy massaging Savlon into his sore arms.
After Cesc had been assessed for other injuries and was ready to go home he informed me that Lucy had invited him to a masked ball being held at her uncles house that evening. Not being allowed out past 10pm without a chaperone (he’s delicate that Cesc!) he said he had asked Lucy if I could accompany him and she had agreed. Great I thought, no evening in with the TV and internet for company. Now I would have to make an effort, find a dress and keep myself company all evening as Cesc would disappear off with Lucy no doubt.
Cesc, in his elated state, persuaded me to buy him an ice cream. As I was going to pay I realised with dismay that I was out of change. Whilst fumbling in my hand bag to find a note of some sort and praying that there was one in there, a smooth voice interrupted with an “allow me”. Bright red in the face I turned and start refusing his kind offer. The tall, dark and very handsome stranger insists and secretly feeling very relieved I accepted. Once outside the ice cream parlour I re-state my thanks and try to remove my self from the situation before it got even more excruciating.
On arrival at the country hall later that evening mask and purse in one hand, and Cesc’s tie and mask in the other one I couldn’t help but think how well Cesc scrubbed up when he wanted to make an effort. His arms were still a bit sore from earlier but on the whole he had recovered quite well from the ordeal. As he skipped up the path I had to remind him to put on his mask and almost tie him down to make him stand still long enough for me to tie his tie. Lucy was waiting for him as we arrived leaving me to head to the bar. Collapsing on a chair and ordering a large drink I noticed another figure a few stools down. Noticing the goalie gloves poking out of his suit jacket, and the fine hands that accompanied them which looked strangely familiar, my curiosity deepened. On hearing his drinks order I was left in no doubt that he was the gentleman from earlier. Deciding not to follow the protocol put in place for the evening I removed my mask and with a blushing face reminded the gentleman of his kind act earlier. With recognition dawning on his face, he removed his mask, grabbed my hand and dragged me out in to the garden. This evening was looking up already!
Gina- desert island, a map and Nando
Looking down at the map in my hands once again, I shook my head. This had to be wrong, it said that I should be coming up to a waterfall right about now, and there was no sign of water anywhere! Sighing as I sat down under the shade of a palm tree, I folded the map up and tucked it into the pocket of my shorts. The heat was sweltering already and it wasn’t even noon yet. I could feel the drops of sweat running down my back, cooling my burning skin for mere seconds before the hot air took over again. Lying back, I closed my eyes, dreaming of a place with cool water and an ice cold drink waiting for me at a makeshift bar.
I was woken up from my slumber later that day by a bucket of ice-cold water getting tipped over me. I shot up instantly, ready to shout at whoever had dared wake me up so cruelly, when I realised that the water was actually having the desired effect and cooling me down. I promptly closed my mouth again, looking up at the person who had woken me up. He was quite tall, blonde and had the most amazing smile in the world. All in all, he was quite a good-looking guy. He looked at me almost shyly; his face going bright red as he noticed my drenched shirt was now going see-through. I self-consciously crossed my arms over my chest and smiled back at him.
“Sorry about that.” He said, nodding at my shirt. I shrugged and told him it didn’t matter.
“So, what exactly are you doing here?”
“I’m on my honeymoon. My wife Malin is around here somewhere, I got bored of sitting on the beach so I decided to take a walk.”
“You’re on your honeymoon? On a desert island in the middle of summer?”
“Yes, she wanted to come here, and who was I to refuse? I wish I’d thought to bring some stronger lotion though, this sunburn is not a good look for me.”
I looked him over, only now noticing that his skin was a rather unflattering shade of pink. I held back a laugh and he raised an eyebrow at me.
“You think you’re in a better state? Clearly, lobster is in this summer.”
I looked down at my own legs, which were the same shade of pink as him. Unfortunately, the back of my legs hadn’t seen the sun and were currently whiter than white. I groaned as I desperately tried to find a way to cover the odd sunburn, and he waved a hand at me dismissively.
“Don’t worry about it, my sunburn is probably worse. At least you’ll be able to sleep on your back. Anyway, I’d better be getting back now, I've been gone for ages and Malin will be getting worried.”
I nodded, and he’d only got a couple of steps away before I remembered the waterfall I was looking for and asked him about it. He walked back over as I pulled the map out and unfolded it, holding it out in front of me.
“So you see, it says here that the waterfall is just over a hill about 20 yards from here, but there isn’t a hill. I’m really confused. Do you think I should write to the people that made this map and tell them they have it wrong?”
He looked at the map for several seconds, a smirk on his face before he prised it out of my hands, turned it around and gave it back.
“It’s upside down. You were looking at it all wrong, no wonder you couldn’t find the waterfall!” I went bright red and smacked my open palm against my forehead, momentarily forgetting about my sunburn. He pointed at a spot on the map.
“We’re here, the waterfall you want to get to is all the way on the other side of the island. Good luck getting there.”
I thanked him, cursing my inability to read a map and thinking about how I was going to get the message to the other girls that I was going to be a little late for our girly holiday.
MXA- Egypt, an umbrella and Villa.
I can feel a trickle of sweat sliding down the back of my neck, I’m struggling to breath, my heart is racing and hang on, was that my lung giving up and bursting? When Xabi surprised me with a trip to Egypt I was over the moon, I imagined all the romantic things we could do together, this was not meant to happen. I was just going for a stroll and to look at the amazing scenery while Xabi went to the gym, OK, OK, I was looking for a shoe shop, but I never expected to end up in the middle of no where completely lost without my mobile phone or anything to drink. (Note to self: If you want a hip flask in your handbag don’t let anyone talk you out of it through risk of becoming an ‘alchi’). Oh god, I really am hot, I don’t know how I’m ever going to find my way out of this seemingly deserted place. I stop walking and take a second to catch my breath, I roll my shorts up a few more times to get some air on my legs and tie a knot in the back of my t-shirt to get it off my sweating body. I am soaked through with sweat, I must look a mess, all that time straightening my hair just for it to curl back up in the heat. My feet ache too, I remove my flip flops as they’ve started to blister my feet, I put them into my handbag and look around trying to work out which direction I should be heading. Wait! What’s that? I swear I can see something in the distance, and is that music I hear?
Finding a last bit of energy I start to run in the direction of the glimmer of colour and noise. As I’m running I’m convinced I can see something there, yes, finally, someone to help me!! I call out ‘Hello, is someone there?’. No reply, but I’m almost there now and I think I can make out a man under a giant pink and blue striped umbrella. Yes, there definitely is someone there, and he seems surrounded by stuff, there’s a cooler box and a stereo, I had heard music, I’m not going insane, hooray!!
I reach the man, he’s lying back in a deck chair wearing a pair of dark green shorts rolled up to reveal tanned thighs. He looks up at me, taking his sunglasses off and placing them on top of his head. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t he just takes a long swig of his bottled beer and points to the deck chair next to him. I don’t remember seeing two chairs before. My mouth is watering looking at the liquid in the glass bottle, I can see droplets of water running down the side and landing onto his lower tummy.
I can’t take the silence anymore, I need help and to get home. ‘Hi, is there anyway you can help me? I’m lost and I need to get home, I’ve been walking around for hours. Please, how can I get back into town?’ I’m speaking too fast and from the look on his face I start to wonder if he understands English. I’m infuriated when he just shrugs his shoulders at me, but then reaches into the cooler next to his chair and pulls out a bottle. He leans forward and offers the bottle to me “aqui”. It’s the first time I’ve heard his voice and I feel relaxed just by hearing his tone. I take the bottle and decide to sit next to him. Tasting the beer on my tongue is like heaven, I close my eyes and with the sound of Christina Agularia coming from the stereo I almost forget about the drama I have just been through. I’m brought back to reality when the man nudges my arm, I look over at him and see he is offering me something. Oh my god, is that a joint? As if I’m going to get stoned right now, I have issues to deal with you know!! Then again, it doesn’t look like this man knows how to get back to town and he seems pretty happy here. OK, maybe I’ll just have a few pulls I think as I take it out of his hand. Lighting it up I take a long drag and start to cough furiously, hm, think I’m remembering why I don’t smoke. I have a few more pulls and pass it back to him.
*Two hours later*
I don’t think I have ever laughed this much. I look up at the man and fall about laughing once more when I see the pink icing on his chin. He throws yet another empty bottle away from him into the pile a few yards away, I don’t remember drinking that much. I’m so thankful that the man had food stored away, I hadn’t even realised I was hungry. Oh wow, is that a bag of onion rings I spy. Seems we both have the same idea, as I launch forward to grab them he does the same, we both fall off our deck chairs and crash into one another. Laying side by side on the floor we once again fall into a fit of giggles. I roll onto my side and look into his big brown eyes, they seem from another world, there’s something in them that isn’t quite right, but could never be classed as wrong. He raises a hand and runs his fingers over my eyelids closing them, I keep them closed and feel his hand trace my face and end with him tucking stray hair behind my ear, I feel peaceful, like I’m floating or something…..
“Maxine!! Come on, baby, wake up!!” I can hear a voice from somewhere, where’s that coming from? I feel the faintest of kiss touch down on my lips. I know those lips, I must wake up, come on, open your eyes, you can do it. With what feels like a huge effort I slowly open my eyes, I can see a face looking down on me, it’s so full of concern. That face is Xabi’s. Where am I? What’s going on?
He grins down at me and helps me sit up. I look around, I’m in a dry land area, there’s no one around, but I can see a car parked a few feet away, it’s dark outside.
“What happened?” I ask. He looks at me and I can see the worry in his eyes, he takes hold of my hand before replying “You never came back, I was getting so worried, I’ve been driving around for hours looking for you. No one in town had seen you walk by and then I spotted you lying here in this empty field, I rushed over and you wouldn’t wake up, but you had a smile on your face, I’ve never seen you look so beautiful”. I look down at my dirty clothing and scratched up legs, I run a hand through my ragged hair and I realise I am never going to love someone as much as I love this man right now. I give him a long tender kiss and hug him tightly to my body breathing words into his ear. He helps me up and as I start to walk something falls to the ground. I stop to pick it up and run it over my fingers. In the palm of my hand is a little cocktail umbrella with pink and blue strips. Written in tiny letters are the words ‘I knew he’d find you’.
Edit: The description in this story is based on the only gay club I’ve ever been in so I apologise if it offends anyone!
‘Wow you look hot!’ he commented, coming up behind me and nuzzling my neck.
I smiled at him in the mirror and put a hand up to stroke his head.
‘You don’t look too shabby yourself’ I winked, ‘are you ready?’
He nodded and with a final kiss we set off to the engagement party.
‘I’m so excited about this!’ I exclaimed as we queued to get into the town’s hottest new club La pina rosada ‘Have you got the supplies?’
‘Right here’ he nodded holding up a plastic bag, ‘Do you think we’ll have enough?’
‘Oh I’m sure there’ll be someone to buy from inside’ I reassured him, ‘I’ve never been in a gay bar where there wasn’t’
Inside was a paradise of pure decadence: white leather booths lined the silver and diamond encrusted walls, while pink helium balloons hung suspended above the dance floor ready to be released later in the evening.
‘Come on lets dance’ I yelled over the sound of Abba and dragged him onto the floor to shake his fabulous booty to Dancing Queen.
As the night wore on the party got wilder and wilder and soon the dance floor was jammed with over excited couples gyrating suggestively against each other. The heat was stifling and catching his eye I indicated my need to go and get some air.
We made our way out of the club’s back door into the dimly lit alley behind it. Sighing with relief I leant against the nearest wall letting the gentle night breeze calm my feverish skin. Opening my eyes I found he was standing in front of me his face a mere breath away from mine,
‘We’re supposed to be cooling off!’ I laughed lifting my mouth to meet his, ‘not raising the temperature further!’
Suddenly I caught sight of something over his shoulder and screamed loudly.
‘What is it?’ he exclaimed ‘I haven’t touched you yet!’
‘There’ I stammered, ‘In the corner - it’s a body!’
‘Don’t be……’ he began, then following my gaze gasped,
‘Oh my God you’re right!’
Cautiously we walked across to where the person was laid and as we got closer I realised it was a man. Bending down I felt for a pulse.
‘They’re alive’ I sighed with relief ‘but totally out of it’
‘Maybe this explains why!’ he said picking up several empty clear, plastic bags from the floor at the side of the unconscious figure.
‘Oh my God!’ I exclaimed, ‘What’s wrong with these people? Don’t they understand how dangerous this stuff is taken in these kind of quantities??’
And reaching for my mobile I began dialling the emergency services.
*A few days later*
‘Good evening and welcome to Sky Sports news - In an exclusive interview today the Spanish football association announced that, unfortunately, due to his recent admission to the Madrid Priory, where he will receive specialist treatment for his life threatening addiction to candy floss Iker Casillas will not be available for the upcoming World cup.
In a statement from the club the President has maintained they are 100% behind their keeper, who had been floss free for almost ten years before being exposed to its potent charms on a night out with team mates last week, and club captain, Raul, whose own problems with sugar addiction are well documented, has vowed to support him in his fight. to get clean.
‘Oh that’s awful news about Iker’ I sighed walking into the bedroom where my husband was packing his suitcase and running my hand over his bent, shaven head.
‘I know its terrible’ he agreed, ‘Now could you pass me my gloves please - I think im going to be needing them quite a bit over the next few weeks!’
MG's from last week- which was suposed to be about Silva but as I know nothing about him I just wandered down my own path!
The Job Interview
‘Ive got to find a more fulfilling career’ I sighed, wiping tomato ketchup off the kitchen walls for the twentieth time that week ‘Im just not cut out for childminding anymore!’
‘Well why don’t you go for this?’ Emma suggested, picking up a nearby newspaper and pointing to the Situations Vacant column.
‘Body oiler required for Sky’s Gladiators show?’ I read aloud.
‘No the one below it’ she laughed, ‘for the live in cook’
Reading the ad a smile spread across my face, ‘That’s perfect’ I grinned ‘I love cooking and its only for a single bloke so its hardly going to be hard work’
A week later I found myself sitting in the hallway of a beautifully furnished flat in North London.
‘Miss Brookes’ a soft voice said and I glanced up to see a tall, slightly nervous looking man standing in a nearby doorway. ‘Would you like to come in?’
Smoothing down my skirt and tucking a wayward curl behind my ear I followed him into a room painted in the most delicate duck egg blue. The soft furnishings were the colour of clotted cream and right in the centre of the floor was a huge, baby soft, sheepskin rug.
‘Please sit down’ he said indicating a huge sofa, before taking a seat on the chair opposite.
‘Ok!’ he smiled ‘so maybe you could start by telling me what qualities you have that suit this position?’
A rather embarrassing silence fell in the room.
‘Sorry!’ I apologised, quickly pulling myself together ‘I was just……’
And then I stopped realising how stupid I would sound, telling him I’d just been rendered speechless by his gorgeous dimples when he smiled at me!
‘Its ok’ he reassured me ‘There’s plenty of time - would a drink help?’
‘That would be lovely’ I nodded ‘Do you have tea?’
‘I do’ he told me, then blushing added ‘but I’m not completely sure how to make it properly - not being English.’
‘That’s ok’ I smiled, ‘I’ll do it - I’m an expert!’
Following him into the spotlessly clean kitchen I admired the gleaming equipment and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of all the fantastic dishes I could create in there. He noticed me looking and sheepishly confessed he’d never used any of it himself.
‘Really?’ I asked astounded ‘Can’t you cook anything?’
‘Oh yes!’ he replied proudly ‘I make fantastic fruit kebabs!’
For some reason I found this highly amusing and burst into a fit of giggles.
‘Oh! I’m sorry’ I said stopping abruptly as I saw the look of hurt on his face ‘I didn’t mean to mock you’ and in a unconscious movement I put my hand on his arm to appease him.
As soon as I placed it there everything seemed to change. A strange stillness descended as we both stared at it for several seconds before simultaneously raising our eyes and locking them together. I felt I should say something but was unable to speak as slowly he brought a long finger to my face and ran it sensuously along my jaw.
Feeling my knees buckle slightly I leant back against the kitchen units to steady myself as he moved closer and placed his other hand at the base of my spine.
I wanted him to kiss me, needed him to kiss me but at the same time I was lost in this sublime moment where, standing inches apart, mouths almost touching, we breathed the same air and saw nothing but each other.
I could smell his unique scent, a mix of grass and vanilla and it made me dizzy with desire. Unable to stop myself I reached up and traced the curve of the little scar above his right eyebrow.
Removing his finger from my chin he carefully cupped it in his hands and never breaking eye contact gently brushed my lips with his, before increasing the pressure until they parted far enough to allow his tongue to pass.
He kissed me with a mixture of intensity and an undisguised naivety which both thrilled and soothed me at the same time.
Finally he broke away and taking my hand led me back to the lounge.
‘I’m not very good at this’ he whispered shyly.
‘Shhh!’ I put a finger to his lips, ‘ just relax and enjoy it’ and kneeling on the sheepskin rug I pulled him down beside me.
‘Kiss me again’ I murmured into his chest ‘Please just kiss me again’
He needed no further invitation and pushing me back onto the soft floor he resumed the pressure on my mouth with his own. I moaned softly as he moved his lips to my neck, sucking softly on the hollow of my throat before leaving tiny butterfly kisses along my collarbone.
Wriggling slightly I adjusted my position so that despite the height difference our bodies touched in as many places as was possible. I could feel the heat he was generating seep through my clothes and inflame my soul until unable to wait any longer I tugged his shirt open with feverish hands. Feeling him shiver beneath my fingers only served to increase my desire and replacing my hands on his chest with my tongue, I moved them to his belt.
In what seemed like seconds our clothes had vanished and I found myself arching my body towards him desperate for any contact, however small.
‘I want you so much,’ he sighed twisting one of my curls around his beautiful long fingers.
‘I want you too’ I breathed, then let out a whimper as his mouth began a spine tingling journey down my body.
‘Please Philippe!’ I begged burying my nails deep into the pile of the rug, ‘I can’t stand it any longer’
Slowly, teasingly he travelled back over my burning skin until we were once more facing each other, before gently parting my thighs.
Afterwards as I lay in his arms I was conscious of a change within me. Id always felt I was missing something, a small part of me that I could never quite locate but now I knew Id found it - the thing Id spent my whole life searching for was sleeping peacefully by my side.
‘I love you’ he murmured rousing slightly.
‘I love you too’ I replied stroking his wrinkled brow ‘and I think I always have’
Blue- Pepe, park, superglue
Sorry if I missed some SBAers - a bit hard to squeeze everyone + their ballers in
On one sunny morning in Madrid, I was rushing to go to El Parque del Retiro (Retiro Park) to help out in a charity football workshop organised by Iker. In a hurry, I shoved all the decoration supplies – pen, scissors, superglue, ribbons, balloon, etc - into a big bag.
“You’re going already? It’s a bit early, isn’t it?” Metze asked with a sleepy voice.
I leaned and kissed him – “Morning to you too… yeah, I want to finish the decorating the stage before the crowd gathers. How are you feeling today?”
“Hmph… not worse but not better either,” he sulked – and was looking very moody - he had grown his beard back since he got injured in the last international game.
I sat on the bed and stroked his thick beard, “Hey – you’ll get better soon, OK? The doctor said that your rehabilitation is going very well. And we could always go to Australia next year.”
He held my hand tightly and pulled me in for a passionate kiss.
“Can’t you stay home today?” he whispered while giving butterfly kisses on my neck.
“Mmmhhhh… no... I’ve promised to help out and the girls will be there. Chris… please stop …
Why don’t you come with me? It’s a really nice day outside, and you usually love charity events.”
He looked at me and said, “And get reminded by the Spanish Team that I can’t play soccer for the next weeks?”
“Ayyy… enough with the sulking! And they won’t do that to you.” I got a bit annoyed – he’d been acting like this for the last weeks.
“You’re coming with me - maybe some fresh air will do you good. Come on!” I pulled his arm to get him to stand up.
“You’ll be late waiting for me to get ready. Weren’t you in a hurry?” he jeered.
I pushed him to the bathroom and said, “No excuse. I’ll help you in the shower if I need to.”
Then he smiled and I saw a glint of cheekiness in his eyes - I’d better call Iker to let him know that we’ll be late.
*
By the time we got to the park, the SBA girls were already buzzing to get the workshop underway.
Ali , Sergio, Steph, Bojan, Malin and Nando were helping Callie and Iker setting up the goal posts.
Minty, MG, Cesc and Lucy were dragging bags of soccer balls to the different sections of the park while telling Cesc that waxing his arms was not a good idea at all.
I could see Laura, Venice, MXA and Xabi inspecting Raul’s bag to check if he smuggled some cookies / yoghurt – good on them!
Raul was talking to Victor Valdez about getting called up by the Spanish team – it seemed that Vicente was impressed with their performance in the last season.
Gina , VB and Villa ran towards us.
VB said, “There you are!!! Quick give us the balloon… David – could you start with the red one, please?”
Gina looked at Metze – “And Metze – could you help Pavi, Lynx, Pau and Silva hanging the banner over there? And, here. You might get a bit thirsty.” She handed him a bottle of water.
“Ginnnaaaaaa…!” David Villa gave her a stern look then pointed one finger to his hip dips.
*
I was about to finish decorating the table on the stage when Pepe approached me.
“Hey – are you almost finished with that superglue?” he asked.
“Yeah – give me one second,” as I glued the last red and yellow ribbon on to the sides of the table.
“Aha – great! Thanks heaps!” he grinned and disappeared before I could ask him anything.
The workshop went really well, and we raised a huge sum for the local children’s hospital.
Metze also enjoyed himself until some little kids cried upon the sight of him with that thick beard.
Then he just walked backstage to sulk, and sat near the water cooler – this prompted Pavi, Lynx and Gina to offer him a glass of water.
*
The players were getting ready to walk onto the stage to sign autographs for the fans, when I heard a loud scream.
“AAAAARRGHHHH!!!! WHO DID THISSS?????” I was shocked to see Iker looking so flustered and frustrated.
I ran over to see what had happened, and Callie was trying to help Iker getting his gloves off.
“Ouch, ouch!!!! Callie that hurts! Who put glue in my gloves????”
Unconsciously, I looked at Victor, who couldn’t contain his glee.
But then I saw Pepe’s face looking a bit purple – he was trying hard to hold his laugh, he couldn’t and bursted out laughing.
At that stage, almost everyone was laughing out loud – except poor Iker.
“PEPE!!! Did you do this??? Wait until I get you, you hear me????”
Callie tried to console Iker and she remembered that she got a nail polish remover in her handbag.
She dragged Iker backstage and started working on removing the superglue with high precision, thanks to her lab-trained hands.
*
The event continued on by Pepe taking over the mic, introducing the whole Spanish team. Before it could drag on for too long, Raul grabbed the mic from Pepe.
Then he realised that the mic felt a bit sticky. And his hand was stuck. “What the???”
Pepe was surprised as well – he tried to remove the mic from his hand, but it wouldn’t budge.
The crowd was not aware of what was actually happening, all that they could see was Pepe and Raul fighting for the mic.
The crowd laughed and started heckling.
Pepe laughed and said, “Oh well – it seems that you’re stuck with me, Raul… how about a little kiss, huh??”
Raul’s face went pale as he tried to run away from Pepe’s embrace.
I glanced at Metze and he seemed unusually pleased.
“Chris – did you put glue on that mic?”
“Well – I was feeling a bit bored,” he grinned mischievously.
Beth- Cesc, a Zebra and a Masked ball.
Having agreed to keep Cesc company for the day, I was stuck with ideas for what to do with him. He had been stuck inside due to the rain for the last week and that had made him like a very grumpy child. With the weather finally clearing up I decided to take him down to the beach for some fresh air and so that he could get rid of some energy by riding the donkeys, which he had be badgering me to take him to do since we moved to the seaside 6 months ago.
On arrival at the beach I realised there was something wrong. Cesc however seemed very excited. There were no longer donkeys taking people for rides on the beach…they were now using zebras. How odd, I know I hadn’t been to the beach in a long time, but I didn’t think this much would have changed!! Giving Cesc all of the change in my purse I stood on the promenade and watched him run down and join the queue for the zebra’s, I couldn’t help but smile at the excitement written all over his face.
When his turn came he very carefully rode up and then back down the stretch of sand laid out for the zebra, and looked very pleased with himself as he was turning the zebra back round at the end of his ride. I was standing cheering from the side especially pleased that he hadn’t embarrassed himself. Oops maybe I had thought too soon! A small child had dropped their ice cream and started screaming just behind the zebra, which had spooked it. Cesc was in the process of dismounting when the zebra had charged off down the beach, in the opposite direction to any help. I thought he had managed to get his feet to the floor, but as I watched on in horror I realised that Cesc was clinging on for dear life because his arm hair had got caught in the saddle (note: really sorry about this I couldn’t resist!) therefore meaning he couldn’t separate himself from the zebra. I was powerless to help as the zebra took off down the beach, however, he was being chased down by a very concerned paramedic called Lucy who apparently had a very special talent for taking care of forearms especially hairy ones!
Lucy made good ground on the zebra and was able to guide it too a walk and then halt as she carefully untangled Cesc’s hair from the reins and front of the saddle. As I and the owner of the zebra joined Lucy, Cesc and the zebra (Sophie I think it was called), Lucy and Cesc were sitting on the beach with Lucy massaging Savlon into his sore arms.
After Cesc had been assessed for other injuries and was ready to go home he informed me that Lucy had invited him to a masked ball being held at her uncles house that evening. Not being allowed out past 10pm without a chaperone (he’s delicate that Cesc!) he said he had asked Lucy if I could accompany him and she had agreed. Great I thought, no evening in with the TV and internet for company. Now I would have to make an effort, find a dress and keep myself company all evening as Cesc would disappear off with Lucy no doubt.
Cesc, in his elated state, persuaded me to buy him an ice cream. As I was going to pay I realised with dismay that I was out of change. Whilst fumbling in my hand bag to find a note of some sort and praying that there was one in there, a smooth voice interrupted with an “allow me”. Bright red in the face I turned and start refusing his kind offer. The tall, dark and very handsome stranger insists and secretly feeling very relieved I accepted. Once outside the ice cream parlour I re-state my thanks and try to remove my self from the situation before it got even more excruciating.
On arrival at the country hall later that evening mask and purse in one hand, and Cesc’s tie and mask in the other one I couldn’t help but think how well Cesc scrubbed up when he wanted to make an effort. His arms were still a bit sore from earlier but on the whole he had recovered quite well from the ordeal. As he skipped up the path I had to remind him to put on his mask and almost tie him down to make him stand still long enough for me to tie his tie. Lucy was waiting for him as we arrived leaving me to head to the bar. Collapsing on a chair and ordering a large drink I noticed another figure a few stools down. Noticing the goalie gloves poking out of his suit jacket, and the fine hands that accompanied them which looked strangely familiar, my curiosity deepened. On hearing his drinks order I was left in no doubt that he was the gentleman from earlier. Deciding not to follow the protocol put in place for the evening I removed my mask and with a blushing face reminded the gentleman of his kind act earlier. With recognition dawning on his face, he removed his mask, grabbed my hand and dragged me out in to the garden. This evening was looking up already!
Gina- desert island, a map and Nando
Looking down at the map in my hands once again, I shook my head. This had to be wrong, it said that I should be coming up to a waterfall right about now, and there was no sign of water anywhere! Sighing as I sat down under the shade of a palm tree, I folded the map up and tucked it into the pocket of my shorts. The heat was sweltering already and it wasn’t even noon yet. I could feel the drops of sweat running down my back, cooling my burning skin for mere seconds before the hot air took over again. Lying back, I closed my eyes, dreaming of a place with cool water and an ice cold drink waiting for me at a makeshift bar.
I was woken up from my slumber later that day by a bucket of ice-cold water getting tipped over me. I shot up instantly, ready to shout at whoever had dared wake me up so cruelly, when I realised that the water was actually having the desired effect and cooling me down. I promptly closed my mouth again, looking up at the person who had woken me up. He was quite tall, blonde and had the most amazing smile in the world. All in all, he was quite a good-looking guy. He looked at me almost shyly; his face going bright red as he noticed my drenched shirt was now going see-through. I self-consciously crossed my arms over my chest and smiled back at him.
“Sorry about that.” He said, nodding at my shirt. I shrugged and told him it didn’t matter.
“So, what exactly are you doing here?”
“I’m on my honeymoon. My wife Malin is around here somewhere, I got bored of sitting on the beach so I decided to take a walk.”
“You’re on your honeymoon? On a desert island in the middle of summer?”
“Yes, she wanted to come here, and who was I to refuse? I wish I’d thought to bring some stronger lotion though, this sunburn is not a good look for me.”
I looked him over, only now noticing that his skin was a rather unflattering shade of pink. I held back a laugh and he raised an eyebrow at me.
“You think you’re in a better state? Clearly, lobster is in this summer.”
I looked down at my own legs, which were the same shade of pink as him. Unfortunately, the back of my legs hadn’t seen the sun and were currently whiter than white. I groaned as I desperately tried to find a way to cover the odd sunburn, and he waved a hand at me dismissively.
“Don’t worry about it, my sunburn is probably worse. At least you’ll be able to sleep on your back. Anyway, I’d better be getting back now, I've been gone for ages and Malin will be getting worried.”
I nodded, and he’d only got a couple of steps away before I remembered the waterfall I was looking for and asked him about it. He walked back over as I pulled the map out and unfolded it, holding it out in front of me.
“So you see, it says here that the waterfall is just over a hill about 20 yards from here, but there isn’t a hill. I’m really confused. Do you think I should write to the people that made this map and tell them they have it wrong?”
He looked at the map for several seconds, a smirk on his face before he prised it out of my hands, turned it around and gave it back.
“It’s upside down. You were looking at it all wrong, no wonder you couldn’t find the waterfall!” I went bright red and smacked my open palm against my forehead, momentarily forgetting about my sunburn. He pointed at a spot on the map.
“We’re here, the waterfall you want to get to is all the way on the other side of the island. Good luck getting there.”
I thanked him, cursing my inability to read a map and thinking about how I was going to get the message to the other girls that I was going to be a little late for our girly holiday.
MXA- Egypt, an umbrella and Villa.
I can feel a trickle of sweat sliding down the back of my neck, I’m struggling to breath, my heart is racing and hang on, was that my lung giving up and bursting? When Xabi surprised me with a trip to Egypt I was over the moon, I imagined all the romantic things we could do together, this was not meant to happen. I was just going for a stroll and to look at the amazing scenery while Xabi went to the gym, OK, OK, I was looking for a shoe shop, but I never expected to end up in the middle of no where completely lost without my mobile phone or anything to drink. (Note to self: If you want a hip flask in your handbag don’t let anyone talk you out of it through risk of becoming an ‘alchi’). Oh god, I really am hot, I don’t know how I’m ever going to find my way out of this seemingly deserted place. I stop walking and take a second to catch my breath, I roll my shorts up a few more times to get some air on my legs and tie a knot in the back of my t-shirt to get it off my sweating body. I am soaked through with sweat, I must look a mess, all that time straightening my hair just for it to curl back up in the heat. My feet ache too, I remove my flip flops as they’ve started to blister my feet, I put them into my handbag and look around trying to work out which direction I should be heading. Wait! What’s that? I swear I can see something in the distance, and is that music I hear?
Finding a last bit of energy I start to run in the direction of the glimmer of colour and noise. As I’m running I’m convinced I can see something there, yes, finally, someone to help me!! I call out ‘Hello, is someone there?’. No reply, but I’m almost there now and I think I can make out a man under a giant pink and blue striped umbrella. Yes, there definitely is someone there, and he seems surrounded by stuff, there’s a cooler box and a stereo, I had heard music, I’m not going insane, hooray!!
I reach the man, he’s lying back in a deck chair wearing a pair of dark green shorts rolled up to reveal tanned thighs. He looks up at me, taking his sunglasses off and placing them on top of his head. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t he just takes a long swig of his bottled beer and points to the deck chair next to him. I don’t remember seeing two chairs before. My mouth is watering looking at the liquid in the glass bottle, I can see droplets of water running down the side and landing onto his lower tummy.
I can’t take the silence anymore, I need help and to get home. ‘Hi, is there anyway you can help me? I’m lost and I need to get home, I’ve been walking around for hours. Please, how can I get back into town?’ I’m speaking too fast and from the look on his face I start to wonder if he understands English. I’m infuriated when he just shrugs his shoulders at me, but then reaches into the cooler next to his chair and pulls out a bottle. He leans forward and offers the bottle to me “aqui”. It’s the first time I’ve heard his voice and I feel relaxed just by hearing his tone. I take the bottle and decide to sit next to him. Tasting the beer on my tongue is like heaven, I close my eyes and with the sound of Christina Agularia coming from the stereo I almost forget about the drama I have just been through. I’m brought back to reality when the man nudges my arm, I look over at him and see he is offering me something. Oh my god, is that a joint? As if I’m going to get stoned right now, I have issues to deal with you know!! Then again, it doesn’t look like this man knows how to get back to town and he seems pretty happy here. OK, maybe I’ll just have a few pulls I think as I take it out of his hand. Lighting it up I take a long drag and start to cough furiously, hm, think I’m remembering why I don’t smoke. I have a few more pulls and pass it back to him.
*Two hours later*
I don’t think I have ever laughed this much. I look up at the man and fall about laughing once more when I see the pink icing on his chin. He throws yet another empty bottle away from him into the pile a few yards away, I don’t remember drinking that much. I’m so thankful that the man had food stored away, I hadn’t even realised I was hungry. Oh wow, is that a bag of onion rings I spy. Seems we both have the same idea, as I launch forward to grab them he does the same, we both fall off our deck chairs and crash into one another. Laying side by side on the floor we once again fall into a fit of giggles. I roll onto my side and look into his big brown eyes, they seem from another world, there’s something in them that isn’t quite right, but could never be classed as wrong. He raises a hand and runs his fingers over my eyelids closing them, I keep them closed and feel his hand trace my face and end with him tucking stray hair behind my ear, I feel peaceful, like I’m floating or something…..
“Maxine!! Come on, baby, wake up!!” I can hear a voice from somewhere, where’s that coming from? I feel the faintest of kiss touch down on my lips. I know those lips, I must wake up, come on, open your eyes, you can do it. With what feels like a huge effort I slowly open my eyes, I can see a face looking down on me, it’s so full of concern. That face is Xabi’s. Where am I? What’s going on?
He grins down at me and helps me sit up. I look around, I’m in a dry land area, there’s no one around, but I can see a car parked a few feet away, it’s dark outside.
“What happened?” I ask. He looks at me and I can see the worry in his eyes, he takes hold of my hand before replying “You never came back, I was getting so worried, I’ve been driving around for hours looking for you. No one in town had seen you walk by and then I spotted you lying here in this empty field, I rushed over and you wouldn’t wake up, but you had a smile on your face, I’ve never seen you look so beautiful”. I look down at my dirty clothing and scratched up legs, I run a hand through my ragged hair and I realise I am never going to love someone as much as I love this man right now. I give him a long tender kiss and hug him tightly to my body breathing words into his ear. He helps me up and as I start to walk something falls to the ground. I stop to pick it up and run it over my fingers. In the palm of my hand is a little cocktail umbrella with pink and blue strips. Written in tiny letters are the words ‘I knew he’d find you’.
Sunday, 6 July 2008
MG's Scenario game result. Part 5.
VB's- Cesc, 5* restaurant and DVD player
This is the best I could do with that:
When Cesc finally found time to celebrate their victory on Euro’s with me, he decided to take me out for dinner in one of the best restaurants in Madrid, 5*, called “La Victoria”. While I was waiting for him to come and pick me up, I changed hundreds of times, looking for the best clothes which would make me look great. Finally, I decided to wear my new Versace dress and fave louboutin’s. Finally, the door bell rang. It was him, hottier and sexier than ever. “Who cares about the dinner”, I thought, “we can just stay here and make love like the first time.” But I knew that he really tried hard to get the reservations and didn’t want him to feel disappointed. So, we sat in his Porsche and drew to “La Victoria”. We had a delicious dinner, food and champagne were great. Pure joy. I really had a great time. His foot touching my leg under the table was a sign that the night had just begun. But, then something very unpleasant happened. He figured out he forgot his wallet. It wasn’t in the car, too. And they had some problems with system so weren’t accepting credit cards. But, then the owner came and told him he had a surprise for him, a present for winning the title. Cesc was a bit doubtful, since he knew that man didn’t like him very much, but in spite of that, we stood up and followed the owner upstairs. When we came in front of one room, he unlocked it, gave us a key, and the only thing he said was:”Have fun.” We went in and it was great… Dim light, big bed with silk sheets, strawberries, cream and the bottle of the best champagne on the table. It was clear to both of us what to do. He locked the door, openned a champagne… The night was on the peak… He took me on the bed and my new Versace was on the floor very soon. I ate the strawberries off his great body and the cream was all over me, for his mouth only… We indeed made love like the first time, even better…
Next day, I went at his place for lunch. He didn’t want to go out, so I decided to cook something. I stopped to get his mail from the mail box and then came in. Among the letters, advertisments, etc. was one cd with nothing written on it. He took it and played in the dvd player. While he was doing that, a piece of paper fell down from the box. I picked it up and read. “Don’t woory, this will pay your bill.” was written on it. First we were confused, but then he pressed the ‘play’ button and couldn’t believe it. There were we on the TV screen, doing all of that early mentioned in that room. He went crazy and I was shocked at first, but then I liked it. While he was talking and jelling about tomorrow’s press and pictures they will publish, mentioning a law sue, all I was thinking of was:”Oh, mine, those are Cesc and me there and we look amazing… Better than ever...” Of course, I wasn’t so brave to admit I actually like the video and don’t care for the press. While I was acting all horrified and upset, I was thinking only of getting myself a copy…
MXAs- Minty, driving across America, Hairspray
I offer Minty yet another jelly baby to keep us going on this major journey. God, why am I doing this? I hate travelling and by car is the worst kind. But I could hardly say no could I? Poor Minty, since being left out of the Euro squad he has been really down about it all. So in the last month we have been snorkelling in Australia, to visit Santa in Lapland, camped out for three night’s in Scotland in the hope of seeing the loch ness monster, hiking, yes I said hiking in Mexico and now we’re driving across America, east to west coast and bloody hell is it far!!! Looking over at Minty I see the joy in his face that I’ve been missing lastely and decide to try and enjoy the trip for his sake. And we’re only just into the second day, thing’s could get better……
…..Or not!! The rain is lashing down, we can hardly see where we’re driving, lightening seems to be our only source of light!!
“Oh no, what are we going to do??” Minty ask’s in a panic.
“ Don’t worry, we’ll find somewhere to stay till the storm passes. I’ll check on the sat nav where the nearest hotel is.” I try to reassure him. I climb into the back seat and start rooting through bags to find the sat nav. “Errm, Minty honey, what bag did you put it in?”
“Put what in?” is his reply.
“A pony, what do you think I mean? The bloody sat nav.”
“Oh, ummm, the red one maybe?”
“No, I’ve searched through that. Oh wait here’s your backpack, that’s where I told you to put it, it’ll be in there.” As I open the bag I root through looking for the box, it’s not here, but there seems to be a lot of another substance. Holding one up I ask Minty “What the hell is all this?”
Looking shamefaced he reply’s “Hairspray.”
“What exactly do we need five cans of hairspray for? We’re on a road trip for god’s sake!! You did pack the sat nav didn’t you?”
“I was going to, honest, but once I’d fitted in all my hair product’s, there wasn’t enough room. I didn’t think we’d need it, I’m great with direction’s!!” he protests.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Are we really lost in a storm somewhere in America all because the stupid man want’s his hair to look good?? If I don’t get away from him soon, I think I might kill him!! “Pull the car over!” I shout. Minty looks unsure, but after seeing the anger in my eye’s he does as I say.
Despite the rain lashing down I get out the car and walk off the road!! Minty gets out too and calls out to me “Come on MXA, get back in, it’s raining, you’ll catch a cold.”. I storm over to him ready to beat some sense into the man when he takes hold of my wrist’s, pushes me against the car bonnet and kisses me with such passion and fire I almost pass out. Wow, that was hot. He slides me further onto the bonnet and rips apart his pink glittered shirt, the rain is still pouring down and it looks amazing as it runs down his toned chest. I can resist the urge to follow the trickle with my tongue. Who knew a storm could be so hot! We end up having the most crazy sex on top of the car for the next hour. Once we’ve both regained our breathe, we gather our clothes and get back into the car. As I see my reflection I gasp in horror and the state of my hair and face. I’m completely soaked and once my hair starts to dry it’ll frizz like crazy. As if reading my mind, Minty looks at me and with a wink simply says “Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of hairspray..”
Pavi- Cesc, Concert, Shopping trolley
When I woke up on Saturday morning I was already thinking of all the things I had to get done that day before I went out with my friends Lucy and Cesc that night. I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the shower because I had to get some shopping done.
As I was pushing the shopping trolley through the supermarket trying to remember what I needed to get, my phone started ringing. I picked up and it was Cesc, he wanted to know when we were meeting up that night. I told him that we were going to a Camarón concert since we all loved Flamenco music. It would be outdoors so it would be lots of fun and he sounded very excited about it.
Later that night Lucy and I got all dressed up and headed over to the park to meet Cesc for the concert. We were all having a great time dancing and goofing around with each other and Lucy and Cesc were being flirtatious with each other. All of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I caught a very hot guy staring at me.
When he caught me staring back he cocked his head to the side to signal for me to follow him. My curiosity got the better of me and Lucy and Cesc were in their own world and wouldn’t even notice if I was gone. I started to walk in the same direction that my mystery man had disappeared off to.
As I was walking an arm reached out and grabbed me from behind a tree and before I knew it I had my back to the tree and the mystery guy was kissing me. Next thing I knew my dress was being pushed up and we were having sex up against the tree. After we caught our breaths I asked him his name and he said it was Sergio. As he started to walk away he turned and winked and did the finger gun at me.
When I got back to Lucy and Cesc I found them making out which made me happy since they had liked each other for so long but could never admit their feelings to each other.
MGs-Minty, handcuffs, cooking lessons
Wiping my hands on my apron I went to answer the door.
‘Good morning’ the caller smiled ‘ Mr Torres - I’ve come for the cookery lessons’
‘Oh yes hi!’ I answered shaking his outstretched hand - ‘do come in’
I indicated the way to the kitchen discreetly admiring his firm bum, displayed to its full potential in the white trousers he was wearing, as I followed.
‘Right’ I explained ‘The course is six weeks long and in that time I’ll teach you everything I know!’
‘Great’ he replied ‘Well I know its not very practical but I love chocolate brownies!’
‘Do you really Mr Torres?’ I smirked wickedly ‘In that case I think we’ll get along just fine - chocolates my speciality!’
‘Please call me Minty’ he winked ‘and I just knew you were my kind of girl when you answered the door in nothing but an apron!’
We weighed the ingredients out and were just melting the chocolate when Minty managed to spill it down the front of his shirt.
‘Lets see’ I said trying to sponge it, but it was no use the stain just spread.
‘Shall I take it off and put it into soak?’ he asked coyly.
‘Yes I think you should’ I concurred ‘and your trousers as well- to be on the safe side!’
Once down to his underwear my pupils attention seemed to wander from cooking at the same rate his hands were wandering up my pinny!
‘I love your fingers’ I sighed as I felt them moving up my thigh ‘They’re so long!!’
‘Trust me you’ve seen nothing yet’ He whispered kissing my neck.
‘Why Mr Torres you are a very naughty boy!’ I giggled ‘and in my kitchen we have ways of dealing with naughty boys!’
I reached into a drawer and pulled out a set of handcuffs, watching the glinting steel reflect in his eyes.
‘I think I need seriously punishing’ he agreed holding his wrists out for me to attach the metal instruments then allowing me to shackle him to the fridge
I walked across to the cooker and returned with the melted chocolate. Never breaking eye contact I lifted the spoon slowly, letting the hot liquid run onto his chest and drip deliciously slowly down his abs forming a sumptuous trail to his navel.
‘Lick it!’ he demanded in a voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end,
‘Get down on your knees and lick it all off!’
Never one to disobey I knelt in front of him and began to trace the sticky liquid with my tongue, causing a moan to escape from my pupil’s lips and goose bumps to appear on his sweat soaked skin.
I was just moving lower and thanking the Lord for his metro sexual attitude to waxing when I heard a knock on the door.
‘Don’t move!’ I winked straightening my apron ‘I’ll be back’
‘Hi!’ the man on the doorstep greeted me ‘I’m Victor and I’ve come for my lesson’
‘Ah yes come in’ I reply ‘My last clients not finished yet but if you’ve no objections to sharing me you’re welcome to join us!’
‘That’s fine’ he said as I turned to lead him to the kitchen ‘Oh but first, you seem to have some chocolate on your thigh - let me clean it off for you!’
Lucy- Raul, David Villas jersey, ice Skating
Raul, the original hottie, was in need of some serious comforting. After watching his best friends The Ramos and Iker lift the Euro 2008 trophy on his large widescreen TV, he hit the biscuit tin, and hard. Mamen walked into the living room 24 hours later during the parade and saw her husband comatose on the zebra print sofa, covered in crumbs with the tin upside down on the floor.
'Raul! Raul!' she exclaimed and took his face tenderly in her hands. 'What are you doing to yourself! You know you don't touch the biscuit tin!'
'Coo... cooo.... coooookie,' Raul stammered, his eyes glazed over.
'Oh my Iker, this is worse than I thought!' she cried. Quickly rushing to the phone, she dialled my number.
'Luce, you won't believe what's happened to my Raul!'
'Not the biscuits again?' I gasped. Her silence said everything. 'Don't worry Mamen, I'm on my way.'
A few hours later, I was driving Raul to see David Silva. David Silva? Yes that's right. You didn't know David was an expert in cookie addiction rehabilitation did you? I knocked rapidly on David's door and he answered wearing his Spain shirt. I cringed a little - how would Raul react seeing it? David ushered us in, quickly checking to make sure the paps hadn't followed us. Raul didn't seem to even notice the shirt.
'David, thanks so much for fitting us in,' I said. 'This is an emergency, just look at him.'
'Ok, how are you feeling Raul?' David asked, in the same way you may question a sick child. Raul twitched and smiled but said nothing. David and I shared a panicked look of concern for him.
'Can I have a word?' I asked David. He nodded and we left the room.
'Mamen said it started after he saw you all on TV lifting the trophy, he couldn't cope!' I explained.
'We did all worry about how he would take it,' David replied, watching Raul through the door. 'I mean, I'm going out with Cesc and Fernando in half an hour, I'm not sure what I can do for him in such a short space of time Lucy. The first stage to recovery is... well, it's time consuming.'
'What is it? Can I help?' I asked.
'I don't know... it depends. How good are you at ice skating?' He looked at me doubtfully.
'Ice skating?' I asked. 'Well, not great! How will that help him?'
'Are you questioning my methods?' David replied sharply, frowning.
'No! Of course not!' I said. 'I know how they helped you and everything, but wasn't your recovery mainly down to Gina nursing you off the biscuits?'
'Yes and no, it is thanks to her that I have rock hard abs, but I weaned myself off the biscuits by ice skating. Now will you take him or not? I need to blow dry my hair and time is running out, Cesc'll be here in a minute!'
'Cesc?' My attention momentarily wandered.
'Oh please Lucy, you know that ship has sailed. Sarah'll be back tomorrow.'
'You're right Dave, sorry!' I snapped out of it. 'Right, Raul, come on!'
***
I had to help Raul with his ice skates, but at least he was speaking now. He was very remorseful about his actions and confessed that he'd put on quite a few pounds since he found out he wasn't in the Euro squad. I reassured him that ice skating was excellent exercise and that after a few days he'll be back on the road to recovery. I told him that the new season would begin in just over a month and he'd want to be back to his best to increase his chances of being recalled to the national team in time for the World Cup qualifiers. He perked up a bit and we hit the ice.
Raul was actually very elegant on the ice, and we did some twirling, some side by side and even had some fun races. I saw a genuine smile cross his face and realised that David was right - ice skating was helping! We had a break, and he went to the little boy's room. Whilst he was gone, I took the opportunity to ring Mamen and update her on his progress.
'I'm so worried Lucy! What if he becomes..' she took a deep breath '...fat?'
'Mamen! Don't you trust me!? Raul will play for Spain again, I promise you!'
'Are you sure?'
'Of course I'm sure! He's already speaking again!'
'Oh what would I do without you Lucy? The things you do for the Spanish players - no one really knows what, but they always seem to come back to us WAGs with smiles on their faces and better skills on the pitch! What can I ever do to repay you?'
'Ahh Mamen, I do it out of the goodness of my heart, you know that.' I answered, smiling to myself.
Gina- Villa, chocolate, biology class:
Earlier that week, we’d had an exam on what we’d covered so far that year. While I had enjoyed the lessons on human anatomy, I hadn’t really concentrated much on what was being said, just giggled and pointed with my friends. We’d spent more time discussing various parts of our teacher’s anatomy than we had taking notes, so when he’d come into the classroom on Monday morning to announce that we had a test, I’d panicked. There was no way I could remember anything now! Sighing heavily as I looked through the questions on the paper, I cracked my knuckles and started writing. Well, technically it was more like chewing the end of my pen and cracking my knuckles continuously. After about twenty minutes, I saw a piece of paper land on my desk and looked round to find one of the girls signalling at me frantically. With a frown on my face, I snuck the paper under my desk and unscrewed it, reading the note. I was concentrating so hard, I didn’t even notice the teacher walk over to me until he leaned down next to me, prising the paper out of my hands. I bit my lip as he scanned over it, looking at me sternly before shaking his head and telling me to come back after the rest of my classes to discuss why I was passing notes around in the middle of a test.
At the end of the school day, I knocked on the classroom door. He looked up from behind the pile of papers on the desk and motioned for me to enter the room. I did so, adjusting my school tie and straightening my skirt out as he looked me over, a look of amusement on his face.
“So, could you explain why exactly you were passing notes around in class today?”
“Sorry sir, it won’t happen again.”
“Well, make sure it doesn’t, or I’ll have to fail you in the next test.”
“Yes sir.”
“Right, I have to finish marking these papers now, so I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
I nodded and left the room silently, wondering how I always managed to get myself caught in these situations. Last time, I had been kept back after class for whispering during a test, the time before, it had been because I’d got caught looking over at someone else’s paper and the time before that, it had been for writing our teacher’s name surrounded by love hearts over and over again on the cover of my notebook.
The next day, we got our test papers back and I looked down at mine to see a sea of red covering it. I hadn’t expected to do well, but this was ridiculous. I had got one question right out of 15. That was a new low even for me. Scanning through the notes the teacher had left, I realised that there was no possible way I was going to pass this module without some extra tuition. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up into our teacher’s warm brown eyes.
“See me after class please. We need to discuss some kind of extra lessons for you.”
I bit my lip and nodded, trying desperately to hold back the tears that were pricking. I knew I had to try harder, but I found it so hard. I wouldn’t have a problem if the man wasn’t so bloody hot! Looking at him provoked some kind of weird physical reaction from me, it reminded me of our chemistry lessons with all those chemicals reacting and exploding.
On Friday afternoon, I was sat in the classroom twiddling my thumbs nervously. Science had never been one of my strong points, so naturally, when we’d been told earlier in the week that we were having an exam on what we’d covered so far that term, my heart sank. Now I was sat at a desk waiting for our teacher to come in and help me get to grips with all this human anatomy business. I’d been there for just under ten minutes when he came running into the classroom, his face flushed and sweat dripping down his brow. I tried not to look as he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off and leaving it on the back of his chair. He had a stripy shirt on underneath that read ‘Master in Sex Education’. I couldn’t help but smile at that, thinking how I wouldn’t mind a lesson or two from him.
“Sorry I’m late, the teachers had a meeting at the other end of the building which ran over slightly. Now, where would you like to start?”
“Erm, I don’t really know. I’m pretty bad at all of it.”
“Well in that case, how about we start at the beginning.”
He sat down in the chair next to me, running his hands through his hair before lifting his shirt slightly and blowing on his stomach to cool himself down. I could feel the crimson flush creeping into my cheeks as I watched him, mesmerised. He didn’t seem to notice, turning his attention back to the textbook in front of me.
“So, we can start with the most basic parts like what various body parts are called in scientific terms, and then move onto more challenging stuff. Right, I’ll point to a random body part and you tell me what it’s called.”
I nodded, expecting him to point these things out on the diagram in the textbook, so I was shocked when he pushed his chair back and stood up. I gaped in shock as he pulled his trouser leg up, pointing to the back of his leg.
“What’s that muscle called?”
“Er…calf muscle.”
“Ok, and what about the upper leg. What are those muscles called?”
“The quad’s at the front and the hamstring is at the back.”
This carried on for a while, with him pointing out random areas on his body and asking me to name them. He still hadn’t got to the one part of the male body that drove me absolutely insane. The hip dips. I was secretly glad, I didn’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off him if he did, and surely that was against the rules. Almost as if he was reading my mind, I saw the cheeky glint in his eye as he pulled his shirt up, pointing at his hip dips. I swallowed nervously, licking my lips as I reached out to trace my finger across the muscle outline. He didn’t pull away, holding my stare as he pulled me to my feet. I wasn’t that much shorter than him, but he had to lean down slightly anyway to capture my lips with his own. His hands were resting on my hips while mine reached up, tangling in his hair as the kiss intensified. Within seconds, he was walking me back towards his desk, our lips barely breaking apart as he swiped the pile of papers onto the floor and lifted me onto the desk. I moaned into his mouth as his one of his hands slipped under my skirt. A noise outside the door startled us and we broke apart briefly, breathing heavily and worried about getting caught. When it became apparent that the danger had passed, we went back to what we were doing. It was all over too soon, and as he reached across me to pick up his t-shirt, he winked at me.
“Same time tomorrow?”
“Count me in. But tomorrow isn’t a school day.”
He shrugged and left the room with a smile on his face.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, I surveyed the damage to the room. I was going to have to get the carpet cleaner out later, and I’d definitely need to buy some new make up. My existing items of make up were currently scattered on the floor next to the dresser after he had shoved them all off in a passionate frenzy. I made a mental note not to let the power trip get to his head so much next time we did this role-play, or we’d be getting funny looks from all our friends next time we were together and he gave me a stern look for not calling him sir. I ran my fingers through my hair before picking up the various items and shoving them back onto the dresser, making my way downstairs. As I walked into the kitchen, I found my husband and sister with the kids, a load of empty chocolate wrappers and two bowls full of melted chocolate. Shaking my head as I walked over, I dipped my finger in one of the bowls, licking the chocolate off while looking him dead in the eye. He coughed and looked away; busying himself with helping the kids make their rice krispies chocolate cakes. I picked one of the bowls up, leaning in to whisper something in his ear and his cheeks went red as he nodded. Smiling to myself as I walked back up to our bedroom with the bowl in my hands, I couldn’t help but think of a better use for all that chocolate. It tasted good out of the bowl, but there had to be another way to make it even better. Only minutes later, he was following me upstairs, ready for round two. This was bound to get a whole lot messier…
This is the best I could do with that:
When Cesc finally found time to celebrate their victory on Euro’s with me, he decided to take me out for dinner in one of the best restaurants in Madrid, 5*, called “La Victoria”. While I was waiting for him to come and pick me up, I changed hundreds of times, looking for the best clothes which would make me look great. Finally, I decided to wear my new Versace dress and fave louboutin’s. Finally, the door bell rang. It was him, hottier and sexier than ever. “Who cares about the dinner”, I thought, “we can just stay here and make love like the first time.” But I knew that he really tried hard to get the reservations and didn’t want him to feel disappointed. So, we sat in his Porsche and drew to “La Victoria”. We had a delicious dinner, food and champagne were great. Pure joy. I really had a great time. His foot touching my leg under the table was a sign that the night had just begun. But, then something very unpleasant happened. He figured out he forgot his wallet. It wasn’t in the car, too. And they had some problems with system so weren’t accepting credit cards. But, then the owner came and told him he had a surprise for him, a present for winning the title. Cesc was a bit doubtful, since he knew that man didn’t like him very much, but in spite of that, we stood up and followed the owner upstairs. When we came in front of one room, he unlocked it, gave us a key, and the only thing he said was:”Have fun.” We went in and it was great… Dim light, big bed with silk sheets, strawberries, cream and the bottle of the best champagne on the table. It was clear to both of us what to do. He locked the door, openned a champagne… The night was on the peak… He took me on the bed and my new Versace was on the floor very soon. I ate the strawberries off his great body and the cream was all over me, for his mouth only… We indeed made love like the first time, even better…
Next day, I went at his place for lunch. He didn’t want to go out, so I decided to cook something. I stopped to get his mail from the mail box and then came in. Among the letters, advertisments, etc. was one cd with nothing written on it. He took it and played in the dvd player. While he was doing that, a piece of paper fell down from the box. I picked it up and read. “Don’t woory, this will pay your bill.” was written on it. First we were confused, but then he pressed the ‘play’ button and couldn’t believe it. There were we on the TV screen, doing all of that early mentioned in that room. He went crazy and I was shocked at first, but then I liked it. While he was talking and jelling about tomorrow’s press and pictures they will publish, mentioning a law sue, all I was thinking of was:”Oh, mine, those are Cesc and me there and we look amazing… Better than ever...” Of course, I wasn’t so brave to admit I actually like the video and don’t care for the press. While I was acting all horrified and upset, I was thinking only of getting myself a copy…
MXAs- Minty, driving across America, Hairspray
I offer Minty yet another jelly baby to keep us going on this major journey. God, why am I doing this? I hate travelling and by car is the worst kind. But I could hardly say no could I? Poor Minty, since being left out of the Euro squad he has been really down about it all. So in the last month we have been snorkelling in Australia, to visit Santa in Lapland, camped out for three night’s in Scotland in the hope of seeing the loch ness monster, hiking, yes I said hiking in Mexico and now we’re driving across America, east to west coast and bloody hell is it far!!! Looking over at Minty I see the joy in his face that I’ve been missing lastely and decide to try and enjoy the trip for his sake. And we’re only just into the second day, thing’s could get better……
…..Or not!! The rain is lashing down, we can hardly see where we’re driving, lightening seems to be our only source of light!!
“Oh no, what are we going to do??” Minty ask’s in a panic.
“ Don’t worry, we’ll find somewhere to stay till the storm passes. I’ll check on the sat nav where the nearest hotel is.” I try to reassure him. I climb into the back seat and start rooting through bags to find the sat nav. “Errm, Minty honey, what bag did you put it in?”
“Put what in?” is his reply.
“A pony, what do you think I mean? The bloody sat nav.”
“Oh, ummm, the red one maybe?”
“No, I’ve searched through that. Oh wait here’s your backpack, that’s where I told you to put it, it’ll be in there.” As I open the bag I root through looking for the box, it’s not here, but there seems to be a lot of another substance. Holding one up I ask Minty “What the hell is all this?”
Looking shamefaced he reply’s “Hairspray.”
“What exactly do we need five cans of hairspray for? We’re on a road trip for god’s sake!! You did pack the sat nav didn’t you?”
“I was going to, honest, but once I’d fitted in all my hair product’s, there wasn’t enough room. I didn’t think we’d need it, I’m great with direction’s!!” he protests.
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Are we really lost in a storm somewhere in America all because the stupid man want’s his hair to look good?? If I don’t get away from him soon, I think I might kill him!! “Pull the car over!” I shout. Minty looks unsure, but after seeing the anger in my eye’s he does as I say.
Despite the rain lashing down I get out the car and walk off the road!! Minty gets out too and calls out to me “Come on MXA, get back in, it’s raining, you’ll catch a cold.”. I storm over to him ready to beat some sense into the man when he takes hold of my wrist’s, pushes me against the car bonnet and kisses me with such passion and fire I almost pass out. Wow, that was hot. He slides me further onto the bonnet and rips apart his pink glittered shirt, the rain is still pouring down and it looks amazing as it runs down his toned chest. I can resist the urge to follow the trickle with my tongue. Who knew a storm could be so hot! We end up having the most crazy sex on top of the car for the next hour. Once we’ve both regained our breathe, we gather our clothes and get back into the car. As I see my reflection I gasp in horror and the state of my hair and face. I’m completely soaked and once my hair starts to dry it’ll frizz like crazy. As if reading my mind, Minty looks at me and with a wink simply says “Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of hairspray..”
Pavi- Cesc, Concert, Shopping trolley
When I woke up on Saturday morning I was already thinking of all the things I had to get done that day before I went out with my friends Lucy and Cesc that night. I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the shower because I had to get some shopping done.
As I was pushing the shopping trolley through the supermarket trying to remember what I needed to get, my phone started ringing. I picked up and it was Cesc, he wanted to know when we were meeting up that night. I told him that we were going to a Camarón concert since we all loved Flamenco music. It would be outdoors so it would be lots of fun and he sounded very excited about it.
Later that night Lucy and I got all dressed up and headed over to the park to meet Cesc for the concert. We were all having a great time dancing and goofing around with each other and Lucy and Cesc were being flirtatious with each other. All of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I caught a very hot guy staring at me.
When he caught me staring back he cocked his head to the side to signal for me to follow him. My curiosity got the better of me and Lucy and Cesc were in their own world and wouldn’t even notice if I was gone. I started to walk in the same direction that my mystery man had disappeared off to.
As I was walking an arm reached out and grabbed me from behind a tree and before I knew it I had my back to the tree and the mystery guy was kissing me. Next thing I knew my dress was being pushed up and we were having sex up against the tree. After we caught our breaths I asked him his name and he said it was Sergio. As he started to walk away he turned and winked and did the finger gun at me.
When I got back to Lucy and Cesc I found them making out which made me happy since they had liked each other for so long but could never admit their feelings to each other.
MGs-Minty, handcuffs, cooking lessons
Wiping my hands on my apron I went to answer the door.
‘Good morning’ the caller smiled ‘ Mr Torres - I’ve come for the cookery lessons’
‘Oh yes hi!’ I answered shaking his outstretched hand - ‘do come in’
I indicated the way to the kitchen discreetly admiring his firm bum, displayed to its full potential in the white trousers he was wearing, as I followed.
‘Right’ I explained ‘The course is six weeks long and in that time I’ll teach you everything I know!’
‘Great’ he replied ‘Well I know its not very practical but I love chocolate brownies!’
‘Do you really Mr Torres?’ I smirked wickedly ‘In that case I think we’ll get along just fine - chocolates my speciality!’
‘Please call me Minty’ he winked ‘and I just knew you were my kind of girl when you answered the door in nothing but an apron!’
We weighed the ingredients out and were just melting the chocolate when Minty managed to spill it down the front of his shirt.
‘Lets see’ I said trying to sponge it, but it was no use the stain just spread.
‘Shall I take it off and put it into soak?’ he asked coyly.
‘Yes I think you should’ I concurred ‘and your trousers as well- to be on the safe side!’
Once down to his underwear my pupils attention seemed to wander from cooking at the same rate his hands were wandering up my pinny!
‘I love your fingers’ I sighed as I felt them moving up my thigh ‘They’re so long!!’
‘Trust me you’ve seen nothing yet’ He whispered kissing my neck.
‘Why Mr Torres you are a very naughty boy!’ I giggled ‘and in my kitchen we have ways of dealing with naughty boys!’
I reached into a drawer and pulled out a set of handcuffs, watching the glinting steel reflect in his eyes.
‘I think I need seriously punishing’ he agreed holding his wrists out for me to attach the metal instruments then allowing me to shackle him to the fridge
I walked across to the cooker and returned with the melted chocolate. Never breaking eye contact I lifted the spoon slowly, letting the hot liquid run onto his chest and drip deliciously slowly down his abs forming a sumptuous trail to his navel.
‘Lick it!’ he demanded in a voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end,
‘Get down on your knees and lick it all off!’
Never one to disobey I knelt in front of him and began to trace the sticky liquid with my tongue, causing a moan to escape from my pupil’s lips and goose bumps to appear on his sweat soaked skin.
I was just moving lower and thanking the Lord for his metro sexual attitude to waxing when I heard a knock on the door.
‘Don’t move!’ I winked straightening my apron ‘I’ll be back’
‘Hi!’ the man on the doorstep greeted me ‘I’m Victor and I’ve come for my lesson’
‘Ah yes come in’ I reply ‘My last clients not finished yet but if you’ve no objections to sharing me you’re welcome to join us!’
‘That’s fine’ he said as I turned to lead him to the kitchen ‘Oh but first, you seem to have some chocolate on your thigh - let me clean it off for you!’
Lucy- Raul, David Villas jersey, ice Skating
Raul, the original hottie, was in need of some serious comforting. After watching his best friends The Ramos and Iker lift the Euro 2008 trophy on his large widescreen TV, he hit the biscuit tin, and hard. Mamen walked into the living room 24 hours later during the parade and saw her husband comatose on the zebra print sofa, covered in crumbs with the tin upside down on the floor.
'Raul! Raul!' she exclaimed and took his face tenderly in her hands. 'What are you doing to yourself! You know you don't touch the biscuit tin!'
'Coo... cooo.... coooookie,' Raul stammered, his eyes glazed over.
'Oh my Iker, this is worse than I thought!' she cried. Quickly rushing to the phone, she dialled my number.
'Luce, you won't believe what's happened to my Raul!'
'Not the biscuits again?' I gasped. Her silence said everything. 'Don't worry Mamen, I'm on my way.'
A few hours later, I was driving Raul to see David Silva. David Silva? Yes that's right. You didn't know David was an expert in cookie addiction rehabilitation did you? I knocked rapidly on David's door and he answered wearing his Spain shirt. I cringed a little - how would Raul react seeing it? David ushered us in, quickly checking to make sure the paps hadn't followed us. Raul didn't seem to even notice the shirt.
'David, thanks so much for fitting us in,' I said. 'This is an emergency, just look at him.'
'Ok, how are you feeling Raul?' David asked, in the same way you may question a sick child. Raul twitched and smiled but said nothing. David and I shared a panicked look of concern for him.
'Can I have a word?' I asked David. He nodded and we left the room.
'Mamen said it started after he saw you all on TV lifting the trophy, he couldn't cope!' I explained.
'We did all worry about how he would take it,' David replied, watching Raul through the door. 'I mean, I'm going out with Cesc and Fernando in half an hour, I'm not sure what I can do for him in such a short space of time Lucy. The first stage to recovery is... well, it's time consuming.'
'What is it? Can I help?' I asked.
'I don't know... it depends. How good are you at ice skating?' He looked at me doubtfully.
'Ice skating?' I asked. 'Well, not great! How will that help him?'
'Are you questioning my methods?' David replied sharply, frowning.
'No! Of course not!' I said. 'I know how they helped you and everything, but wasn't your recovery mainly down to Gina nursing you off the biscuits?'
'Yes and no, it is thanks to her that I have rock hard abs, but I weaned myself off the biscuits by ice skating. Now will you take him or not? I need to blow dry my hair and time is running out, Cesc'll be here in a minute!'
'Cesc?' My attention momentarily wandered.
'Oh please Lucy, you know that ship has sailed. Sarah'll be back tomorrow.'
'You're right Dave, sorry!' I snapped out of it. 'Right, Raul, come on!'
***
I had to help Raul with his ice skates, but at least he was speaking now. He was very remorseful about his actions and confessed that he'd put on quite a few pounds since he found out he wasn't in the Euro squad. I reassured him that ice skating was excellent exercise and that after a few days he'll be back on the road to recovery. I told him that the new season would begin in just over a month and he'd want to be back to his best to increase his chances of being recalled to the national team in time for the World Cup qualifiers. He perked up a bit and we hit the ice.
Raul was actually very elegant on the ice, and we did some twirling, some side by side and even had some fun races. I saw a genuine smile cross his face and realised that David was right - ice skating was helping! We had a break, and he went to the little boy's room. Whilst he was gone, I took the opportunity to ring Mamen and update her on his progress.
'I'm so worried Lucy! What if he becomes..' she took a deep breath '...fat?'
'Mamen! Don't you trust me!? Raul will play for Spain again, I promise you!'
'Are you sure?'
'Of course I'm sure! He's already speaking again!'
'Oh what would I do without you Lucy? The things you do for the Spanish players - no one really knows what, but they always seem to come back to us WAGs with smiles on their faces and better skills on the pitch! What can I ever do to repay you?'
'Ahh Mamen, I do it out of the goodness of my heart, you know that.' I answered, smiling to myself.
Gina- Villa, chocolate, biology class:
Earlier that week, we’d had an exam on what we’d covered so far that year. While I had enjoyed the lessons on human anatomy, I hadn’t really concentrated much on what was being said, just giggled and pointed with my friends. We’d spent more time discussing various parts of our teacher’s anatomy than we had taking notes, so when he’d come into the classroom on Monday morning to announce that we had a test, I’d panicked. There was no way I could remember anything now! Sighing heavily as I looked through the questions on the paper, I cracked my knuckles and started writing. Well, technically it was more like chewing the end of my pen and cracking my knuckles continuously. After about twenty minutes, I saw a piece of paper land on my desk and looked round to find one of the girls signalling at me frantically. With a frown on my face, I snuck the paper under my desk and unscrewed it, reading the note. I was concentrating so hard, I didn’t even notice the teacher walk over to me until he leaned down next to me, prising the paper out of my hands. I bit my lip as he scanned over it, looking at me sternly before shaking his head and telling me to come back after the rest of my classes to discuss why I was passing notes around in the middle of a test.
At the end of the school day, I knocked on the classroom door. He looked up from behind the pile of papers on the desk and motioned for me to enter the room. I did so, adjusting my school tie and straightening my skirt out as he looked me over, a look of amusement on his face.
“So, could you explain why exactly you were passing notes around in class today?”
“Sorry sir, it won’t happen again.”
“Well, make sure it doesn’t, or I’ll have to fail you in the next test.”
“Yes sir.”
“Right, I have to finish marking these papers now, so I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
I nodded and left the room silently, wondering how I always managed to get myself caught in these situations. Last time, I had been kept back after class for whispering during a test, the time before, it had been because I’d got caught looking over at someone else’s paper and the time before that, it had been for writing our teacher’s name surrounded by love hearts over and over again on the cover of my notebook.
The next day, we got our test papers back and I looked down at mine to see a sea of red covering it. I hadn’t expected to do well, but this was ridiculous. I had got one question right out of 15. That was a new low even for me. Scanning through the notes the teacher had left, I realised that there was no possible way I was going to pass this module without some extra tuition. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up into our teacher’s warm brown eyes.
“See me after class please. We need to discuss some kind of extra lessons for you.”
I bit my lip and nodded, trying desperately to hold back the tears that were pricking. I knew I had to try harder, but I found it so hard. I wouldn’t have a problem if the man wasn’t so bloody hot! Looking at him provoked some kind of weird physical reaction from me, it reminded me of our chemistry lessons with all those chemicals reacting and exploding.
On Friday afternoon, I was sat in the classroom twiddling my thumbs nervously. Science had never been one of my strong points, so naturally, when we’d been told earlier in the week that we were having an exam on what we’d covered so far that term, my heart sank. Now I was sat at a desk waiting for our teacher to come in and help me get to grips with all this human anatomy business. I’d been there for just under ten minutes when he came running into the classroom, his face flushed and sweat dripping down his brow. I tried not to look as he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off and leaving it on the back of his chair. He had a stripy shirt on underneath that read ‘Master in Sex Education’. I couldn’t help but smile at that, thinking how I wouldn’t mind a lesson or two from him.
“Sorry I’m late, the teachers had a meeting at the other end of the building which ran over slightly. Now, where would you like to start?”
“Erm, I don’t really know. I’m pretty bad at all of it.”
“Well in that case, how about we start at the beginning.”
He sat down in the chair next to me, running his hands through his hair before lifting his shirt slightly and blowing on his stomach to cool himself down. I could feel the crimson flush creeping into my cheeks as I watched him, mesmerised. He didn’t seem to notice, turning his attention back to the textbook in front of me.
“So, we can start with the most basic parts like what various body parts are called in scientific terms, and then move onto more challenging stuff. Right, I’ll point to a random body part and you tell me what it’s called.”
I nodded, expecting him to point these things out on the diagram in the textbook, so I was shocked when he pushed his chair back and stood up. I gaped in shock as he pulled his trouser leg up, pointing to the back of his leg.
“What’s that muscle called?”
“Er…calf muscle.”
“Ok, and what about the upper leg. What are those muscles called?”
“The quad’s at the front and the hamstring is at the back.”
This carried on for a while, with him pointing out random areas on his body and asking me to name them. He still hadn’t got to the one part of the male body that drove me absolutely insane. The hip dips. I was secretly glad, I didn’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off him if he did, and surely that was against the rules. Almost as if he was reading my mind, I saw the cheeky glint in his eye as he pulled his shirt up, pointing at his hip dips. I swallowed nervously, licking my lips as I reached out to trace my finger across the muscle outline. He didn’t pull away, holding my stare as he pulled me to my feet. I wasn’t that much shorter than him, but he had to lean down slightly anyway to capture my lips with his own. His hands were resting on my hips while mine reached up, tangling in his hair as the kiss intensified. Within seconds, he was walking me back towards his desk, our lips barely breaking apart as he swiped the pile of papers onto the floor and lifted me onto the desk. I moaned into his mouth as his one of his hands slipped under my skirt. A noise outside the door startled us and we broke apart briefly, breathing heavily and worried about getting caught. When it became apparent that the danger had passed, we went back to what we were doing. It was all over too soon, and as he reached across me to pick up his t-shirt, he winked at me.
“Same time tomorrow?”
“Count me in. But tomorrow isn’t a school day.”
He shrugged and left the room with a smile on his face.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, I surveyed the damage to the room. I was going to have to get the carpet cleaner out later, and I’d definitely need to buy some new make up. My existing items of make up were currently scattered on the floor next to the dresser after he had shoved them all off in a passionate frenzy. I made a mental note not to let the power trip get to his head so much next time we did this role-play, or we’d be getting funny looks from all our friends next time we were together and he gave me a stern look for not calling him sir. I ran my fingers through my hair before picking up the various items and shoving them back onto the dresser, making my way downstairs. As I walked into the kitchen, I found my husband and sister with the kids, a load of empty chocolate wrappers and two bowls full of melted chocolate. Shaking my head as I walked over, I dipped my finger in one of the bowls, licking the chocolate off while looking him dead in the eye. He coughed and looked away; busying himself with helping the kids make their rice krispies chocolate cakes. I picked one of the bowls up, leaning in to whisper something in his ear and his cheeks went red as he nodded. Smiling to myself as I walked back up to our bedroom with the bowl in my hands, I couldn’t help but think of a better use for all that chocolate. It tasted good out of the bowl, but there had to be another way to make it even better. Only minutes later, he was following me upstairs, ready for round two. This was bound to get a whole lot messier…
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.
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.
Wednesday, 2 July 2008
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.
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.
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