MG's Scenario results game Part 6. More added 13th July

Steph – Roller disco, bubbles and Raul.
Venice – Music festival, tomato ketchup and VV.
Laura – Safari, black satin elbow length gloves and Cesc.
Sarah – Karaoke bar, fountain pen and Silva.


Freya- Pepe, a footballers wedding and handcuffs.

Manny and I entered the venue and were greeted by Malin and Nando. We gave them their presents and congratulated them on getting married. They were such a sweet couple and we were happy to see them tie the knot at last. Manny and I made our way to the dance floor to meet all the other Kickette girls and their dates. Manny made a beeline for the bar as, being Russian, he couldn’t go more than 20 minutes without some vodka. I went over to greet Gina and Pavi who were dancing to the Macarena. Both of them were completely off their heads and I was amazed that Gina hadn’t handcuffed anyone yet. Manny returned with the drinks and we all started dancing. Lucy and Cesc came over for a chat but didn’t stay long. They said something about Banana Body Butter and The Ramos so I didn’t question them. After a few hours I decided to go outside and get some fresh air as it was rather crowded and hot inside. I stood by the pool in silence looking up at the night sky when I heard someone stumble behind me. I turned around to see Pepe Reina waddling over to me, a stupid grin plastered across his face and a bottle of Southern Comfort in his hand. He came right up to me, bent down so his lips were brushing my ear and shouted ‘CAMAREROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!’ His voice was deafening and I retreated with his voice still ringing in ear. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. The boy that never really grew up! I remembered the victory parade in Madrid where he was all over the place and I laughed out loud. Pepe looked at me then said “Look what I found”. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out some handcuffs. “Where did you get those?!” I asked inquisitively and we both looked at one another as I realised what a stupid question I had asked. Gina. Honestly, that girl, never without her trusty handcuffs! I saw Pepe lunge at me with his arm out stretched and quickly withdrew a step. He was trying to handcuff me! I turned and ran around the swimming pool, laughing aloud like a little child as I watched Pepe sliding all over the wet floor. He tried to take the corner too quickly, slipped and fell backwards into the pool. I stood at the poolside laughing my head off whilst Pepe floundered around in the water. He stood up, giggled like a 12 year old girl and held his hand out as if to say ‘Help me out then instead of standing there you divvy!’.

I leant forward, grabbed his hand and was about to pull him up when he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in over his head. I stood up in the water, my hair all over the place, mascara dripping down my face and my dress well and truly soaked. I wanted to punch him so badly but the look on his face was so comical that I burst out laughing. We laughed for a good while until I noticed Pepe grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the steps of the pool. Suddenly I heard a clink and realised that he had handcuffed me to the handrail of the pool steps. Pepe got out of the water, turned to face me and I saw a smirk spread across his face. He then turned on his heel, walked to a deck chair, grabbed his bottle of Southern Comfort then re-entered the venue, soaking wet and singing “I Love You Baby” at the top of his voice. And so I sat there in the pool waiting for someone to realise I was missing then rescue me. I heard a voice behind me and turned to find David Silva by the steps on the other side of the pool. “Gina?” I asked. “Gina!” he replied, rolling his eyes.

Malin– Plane, golden syrup and Nando.

Flight 7549 to Liverpool, prepare to board please

I dragged myself from the book I was reading, peering at my husband sitting next to me, completely lost in the latest issue of Fourfourtwo.
- That is our plane, right?
- Must be, I didn’t really listen. But everyone seems to be getting up.

We got to our feet. He took my small bag without a word. He was so sweet like that, a true gentleman. Always carrying my bags, opening doors, pulling out chairs. The cutest thing about it was that he seemed so sincere with it, like it came naturally and not because he should do it. We found our places quickly, first class. We had been away to New York and Florida for a few weeks of holiday, visiting a few friends, shopping and spending some lazy days at the beach in Miami. It was early morning now and the jetlag hadn’t really got off me. I was tired, my entire body felt heavy. Fernando put his arms around my shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I smiled at him and cuddled up against his chest. We had a few hours before we would be back home. I fell asleep with the scent of him in my nose and the thought of our bed at home in my mind.

I woke up about an hour later, still with his arm around me. He stroked my arm gently and held his magazine with the other hand.
- So you’re awake now? Slept well?
He leaned in for a kiss, his lips soft against mine. His hand slide down my arm to my waist and he placed the other one on my thigh. I ran a finger over the small glimpse of tanned, toned skin showing where his shirt had gone up. His kiss got more intense, but we were interrupted by a perky air hostess who turned up with a tray.
- Breakfast?
She placed the tray in front of us, and all of a sudden I felt hungry. There was fresh fruit, blueberry muffins, ice cold orange juice, and fluffy pancakes accompanied by a bottle of golden syrup. Fernando, however, didn’t seem to be all that interested in eating. While I was trying to eat my pancakes, his lips were on my neck, down towards my collarbone. People in the seats near us watched with great interest, but he didn’t care, that was obvious. When his hand slid over my thigh again, I gasped, losing control over the fork with pancake in my hand. It tipped, a tiny drop of syrup landed on my belly. It was warm and the top I had chose ran up all the time. Fernando stopped dead, watching the golden drop resting on my skin. Slowly, he scoped it up with his fingertip and licked it off. Paralysed, I stared at him. Suddenly I was no longer in the mood for eating. For a moment, we just sat there and looked into each others eyes, and the he got to his feet, abruptly, saying that he needed to go to the bathroom. And then, just before he turned to go, he winked at me. I felt my stomach turn pleasantly inside me. Was this really happening?

I waited for a few minutes, not wanting to draw attention to myself, before I stood up and wandered away towards the toilet where I had seen him disappear. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. At once, he opened it and dragged me in. The door shut behind me and he pushed me up against it. All signs of careful caresses were gone. We kissed feverishly, his hands running over my waist and up under my top, pulling it off over my head. I moaned quietly as his lips went down my neck. I reached for his shirt and started to undo the buttons, caressing his bare chest when it got off. His skin felt warm and soft underneath my fingers. I felt his hands on me when he unzipped my pants, pulling them down. He breathed heavily against my neck, his arms around me, when I finally got off his jeans. He grunted, pushing me harder against the wall, pressing his body to mine. I smiled when I felt really how excited he was. Next thing I knew, my underwear was gone, ripped off to pieces. We moved slowly, my legs wrapped around his waist, his arms holding me up, failing completely to keep the noises down. The sensation of his naked skin against mine and the knowledge that this was illegal, but so terribly nice, nearly got me through the roof. His movements got faster and faster when he felt me reaching it, until he tensed, pressing against me even harder, and it was over. For a moment we stood still, his soft brown eyes all blurry, buried in mine. I leaned towards him, kissed him softly, ran my fingers through his hair. The dirtiness went gone when he pulled me close and breathed in my hair, his arms wrapped tight around me, like he didn’t want to let me go.

It felt like forever before we finally managed to get our clothes back on, slightly giggly as we tried to straighten up a bit. His hair was a mess, mine as well probably. We stumbpled out through the door and went back down the corridor hand in hand, laughing, me carrying my shoes in my hand, to lazy to put them on. His shirt was merely buttoned. We fell down in a cuddly pile on our seats.
- I love you Malin.
He whispered in my ear before we fell asleep, my chin resting on his chest.

Gina– The countryside, a candle and The Davids.

Although it was a clear night, the temperature outside was below freezing. The stars glittered in the sky, their warmth a million light years away. There was a neat white blanket of snow surrounding the car, covering the ground completely. It was the middle of winter and the weather was unforgiving, the air crisp and the temperatures sharp. The wind whistled through the car window as the pair sat in silence. She had her arms crossed over her chest and she was looking out of the window, completely ignoring her companion. He tried to get her attention, placing a hand softly on her arm but she shrugged him off angrily, shooting him a glare before returning her gaze to the woodland to her right.

“Gina…”

“Don’t you dare start this right now!”

“I’m sorry. I really am. I thought this was the right way, I didn’t realise it was a dead end.”

She spun round to face him, meeting his gaze, sparks of fury emitting from the depths of her hazel eyes. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, but she bit them back, determined not to let him see her cry. She was far too angry right now, and she wanted him to know that.

“It’s a bit late for apologies! I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere in a car with a broken window in the middle of winter. It is minus seven degrees outside, I am freezing my backside off and the car has died on us because it’s too cold! As if that wasn’t enough, my boyfriend is sat in a cottage somewhere five miles east of here waiting for me, and I’m stuck in this bloody car with you!! Excuse me if polite conversation is not top on my list of priorities right now.” With that, she turned back to the other side, determined to keep ignoring him.

Only seconds later, and as if to prove her point about how cold it was, she shivered, the evening gown she was wearing not doing much to keep her warm. He sighed and shrugged his jacket off, holding it out to her. The movement caught her eye and she turned around, unfolding her arms and taking it from him silently. She wrapped it around her shoulders, the heat from the garment, which had just been removed from him warming her instantly. He bit his lip as he watched her hair fall into her face, longing to reach out and brush it away, but it wasn’t his place. She wasn’t his anymore. As if she could sense his eyes on her, she looked up, their eyes meeting and they smiled at each other.

“I am sorry, I know that tonight was important to you. Can’t you call him and let him know you’re going to be a bit late?”

“A bit late? I was meant to be there half an hour ago, I’m pretty sure he knows I’m running late. There’s no network coverage anyway.”

“I saw a pay phone a couple of meters back.”

“I’m not going out there! It’s freezing!”

“I’ll call him. I won’t be long.”

Before she had a chance to say anything, he was opening the car door and stepping out into the road. She watched him run across the road towards the pay phone, noting how the t-shirt he was wearing clung to him. She bit her lip, shaking those thoughts out of her head. They’d been there before, it hadn’t worked out. Tearing her eyes away, she turned her attention back to the woodland to her right, barely even noticing the chill anymore. A few minutes later, she heard the car door slam shut again and turned to look at him.

“Well?”

“He’s ok, just worried about you. He thought you’d stood him up at first, but don’t worry, I put him straight.”

“Good. Thank you.”

A silence fell upon them again, and he brought his hands to his face, blowing on them to try and bring some life into the frozen digits. She reached across the handbrake, taking his hands in her own.

“You’re frozen.”

“It’s minus seven out there, of course I’m frozen.”

She frowned at the sharp biting tone, but said nothing, concentrating on warming his hands up before they turned blue and dropped off. He noticed the look on her face and pulled one of his hands out of her grasp, tapping her on the nose lightly.

“Hey.”

She looked up, still struggling to hold back all the emotions that were threatening to break loose. She’d had a nightmare day, a trip to the countryside in the middle of winter had been the last thing she needed, and now she was stuck out here until dawn, if not later. The road the car had broken down on was one of those quiet, winding countryside roads, and few cars passed through.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I know this isn’t exactly your perfect scenario, and I’m sorry for messing up.”

“It’s fine. The day I was having, I’d be surprised if this had gone to plan.”

“He’ll wait for you, you know that.”

“He shouldn’t have to. I should have been there on time. If I’d looked at the map properly…”

“Don’t blame yourself, ok? This isn’t your fault. Someone will find us tomorrow and it’ll all be over, you can go to the cottage and speak to him.”

“What if it’s too late by then? He said it was important.”

“He will wait for you. Stop stressing, that face is too pretty for a frown.”

She couldn’t help but smile at that. He’d always known how to cheer her up, even through a small, well placed comment. She looked down at their interlinked hands, thinking how right it looked. How well they fit together…like it was meant to be. Shaking her head again, she pulled her hand away from him sharply. He looked over at her, noting how she had suddenly tensed up. He hated seeing her like this, so distraught and emotional. It still tugged on his heartstrings when she was upset.

“Gina…”

“Don’t. Please just don’t.”

He placed a hand on her arm again, but she didn’t shrug him off this time. Instead, she looked up at him, their eyes meeting again. He leaned in, his head screaming at him to stop, but his heart telling him to continue. She flinched back slightly, but it was like there was an invisible force between them, drawing them together. She gasped softly as she felt his lips press against hers, but she didn’t pull away. He reached for her hand, entwining their fingers as the kiss intensified. She knew this was wrong, they both did, but they couldn’t seem to stop. Her heart was screaming at her to stay put, but her head told her to pull away, so she did, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and shuffling as far away from him as possible. Looking through the glove compartment of the car, she pulled a piece of paper out, scanning over it quickly in the moonlight. Seconds later, she was clambering out of the car, limbs flailing as she slipped on a patch of ice. He was out of the car and by her side in seconds, checking for any damage. She swatted his hands away when he offered to help her up, using the car door as leverage. When she had brushed herself off, she handed him his jacket and started walking across the road to the woodland.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to make it to that cottage to see him if it’s the last thing I do.”

“You’re not going on your own. It’s cold and it’s dark, and you don’t know the way. If we get lost, we’re getting lost together.”

She let out a low growl and grit her teeth but nodded. He was by her side before she could blink, and they walked through the trees in complete silence, neither wanting to be the first to bring up their moment in the car. That ship had sailed a long time ago, it was best all round if they didn’t go back there.

It was nearly four hours later when they finally emerged from the woods, frozen and tired, but spurred on by the thought that soon, they’d be in a nice warm cottage, sat by the fire and waiting for the heat to bring their limbs back to life. She let out a shriek of delight as she spotted a small building in the distance and set off running towards it. He followed her, just as happy that they had finally reached civilisation. As they approached the cottage, they slowed their pace to a walk, trying desperately to get their breathing and heart rates back to normal. She could hear the blood rushing around in her ears as her heart worked overtime to pump oxygenated blood around her body.

She was just about to knock on the door when it swung open to reveal David Silva wearing a smart black suit and a worried look on his face. She fell into his open arms, and he ushered the pair in, shutting the door behind them.

“I was so worried about you two out there in this weather, they said there’s a storm building.”

“It’s just as well your girlfriend is so stubborn, she just took off without warning. She was that determined to get here.”

“Thank you for looking out for her David, I don’t know what I would have done if anything had happened to her.”

The taller guy clapped his friend on the back, smiling at him before making his way over to the fireplace. He sat down on the rug, crossing his legs and closing his eyes as he felt the heat wash over him, soothing his aching body. He tried his best to block out the couple behind him, not wanting to intrude on their private conversation. He felt incredibly guilty about the kiss he’d shared with Gina in the car, but he knew now that he was making the right decision in letting her go. He could picture the way her face had lit up when the door opened to reveal Silva standing there. It was a look he’d grown to know and love when they were together, but it was no longer a look that belonged to him. He heard their footsteps retreating to the other room and he lay back, thinking back to a happier time when he’d had it all, only to throw it away. He knew that if there was anyone who deserved to be happy, it was the couple stood in the other room. He couldn’t stand in the way of that, no matter how much his heart broke to see them together.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Gina was stood by the door, staring at the scene before her in complete and utter shock. There were a number of candles set out on the table and as she stepped closer, she realised they spelled something out. She brought her hands up to her face as she read the message, a gasp escaping her as her brain processed the words. Turning back to the door, she bit her lip to stop the smile from spreading as she saw her boyfriend down on one knee, holding a box containing a simple diamond ring out to her. He swallowed nervously before speaking, his voice still slightly hoarse.

“Will you marry me?”

She could barely hold back the squeal of excitement as she knelt down on the ground in front of him and pressed her lips against his. She whispered only four words, but they were exactly the words he had been hoping to hear.

“Yes. I love you.”

With a smile on his face as he slid the ring onto her finger, he whispered them back, before pulling her in for another kiss.


Pavi- London, a thermometer and The Ramos.

A few months after finishing school I found myself without a direction in life so I decided to move to London since some of my best memories were in that city. Once I arrived I set about trying to find a job and on a whim I decided to apply for a position at Arsenal FC as the Manager’s assistant. I never thought I’d get the job in a million years but a few weeks later I was getting the official tour of the club and meeting all the staff and players.

Meeting the players was a surreal moment because I had read so much about their lives and followed some of their careers for such a long time. When I met Philippe Senderos I couldn’t help but think about the numerous posts I had seen about his WAG, Moonie on Kickette. The last two players, David Silva and Sergio Ramos, were new to the club and had completed their transfers following their unbelievable win at the Euros.


As I walked over to meet Silva I remembered he had just gotten married to his long-time girlfriend Pau two weeks ago. “Congratulations on your wedding, you both looked incredible.” He just gave me a shy smile and thanked me.

Next I walked over to Ramos to introduce myself, “hello my name is Pavi, and I’ve been a huge fan of yours for years.” He just said “thank you” but he seemed so shy and completely different than what I thought he would be like. As I was about to turn and walk away I thought I caught him winking at me but I just figured it was my eyes playing a trick since I had secretly lusted after him for a few years.

A few weeks after I had started working there I felt like I had finally gotten the hang of how things worked. One afternoon as my day was winding down; Ramos came into the office looking a bit like a child being sent to see the headmaster, I tried very hard to stop myself from laughing. He looked at me for a few seconds before saying “I’m here to meet Arsene, he told me to come after training.” I instantly noticed that his English was improving since he’d been in London. “Arsene’s on the phone at the moment so it will be a few minutes, just take a seat.” He just smiled at me and went to go sit down but I could feel his eyes on me the entire time. All of a sudden I heard a phone ringing and realized it was Ramos’ phone, he picked up and said “Hi Nando how are things going in Mersyeside?” He laughed at something Nando said on the other end and his next question was “how are Malin and the kids doing?” As he was finishing up his conversation, Arsene came out of his office and signaled for him to come in, as he was walking into the office he turned back to me and gave me a smile which I returned.
The next day I had gone into the office early to finish up some paperwork, I started to feel a little sick and thought I might be coming down with a fever. So I went to the nurse’s area to get a thermometer to check my temperature. As I reached out to grab the thermometer, another hand reached out from behind me to grab it.

I whirled around to see who it was and of course it was Ramos since he seemed to be popping up everywhere lately. “I’m sorry I need the thermometer for Silva, it seems he’s not feeling so well today” he said. I instantly burst into laughter and he just stood there with a confused look on his face. After I gained control of myself I just looked at him and said “it reminds me of when you checked Fernando’s head for a fever during the Euros, you seem to be the team doctor.” He looked annoyed for a few seconds before he burst into laughter himself.

With Silva, the thermometer and my fever forgotten we ended up talking about how we were both new to life in London and how we were settling in. Before I knew it he was grabbing the back of my head and kissing me. He began to unbutton my shirt while I was lifting his shirt over his head. He lifted me up so we were both standing and then picked me up and put me on the examination table. We could barely wait until we were both undressed so he just pushed my skirt up and lowered his shorts. It was anything but gentle and before I knew it I was screaming his name into his shoulder and I could feel his muscles tensing up.

We both collapsed in a heap on the table and I didn’t think I would be able to move for a very long time, but the next thing I knew I heard voices coming down the hall. We both jumped up from the table and began dressing in a hurry. Before we left the room he leaned over and kissed me passionately before whispering “until next time” in my ear.

Villa baby- Xabi, Desert island and black elbow length gloves

“Please, don’t panic! It’s all going to be OK!” the captain was shouting while running over the deck. I didn’t understand what was going on until I’ve heard one woman screaming and throwing herself over the fence into the ice cold water. “What the hell is going on?” I wondered, but soon it all became clear to me. We were about to hit a giant iceberg in the middle of the ocean. “Oh my God, we’re going to die!” were mostly the only words I could hear while people were running around looking for a safe place to hide. And I acted as I wasn’t aware of the situation, just stood in one place without a word or a scream. Suddenly, I felt a big strike breaking our boat apart. And after that, I remember nothing…

* * *

Day 1

I woke up in an unknown place, all alone, surounded with sand and palm trees. It took me a while to remember what actually happened. It would be better if I hadn’t. Horrified and scared, but still curious, I spent the whole day wandering around the island, not looking for anything particular. I found some water, that encouraged me a bit, but I still don’t what will happen to me.

Day 2

I decided to swim up to that what’s left of our boat and find something I could use. Amongst the other things, I took one small wooden box, not knowing what’s inside. When I made it to the coast and took care of the things I’d brought, I openned the box. It surprised me to see black satin elbow length gloves. “Whose were those?” I wondered. They looked really nice, but were completely unuseful in that moment.

Day 3

As walking down the beach, I noticed a man laying in the sand. I was far for seeing him well, but I recognized the Spanish NT jersey he was wearing. When I’d came closer, I wanted to assure he was alive. When he opened his eyes, I offered him some water and helped him to get up.
“Hi, my name is Xabi!” “Xabi, who?” I thought. He seemed aware of me not knowing who he was and continued: “Xabi Alonso, I’m a Spanish footballer.”
“Oh, yes, that explains your shirt! Sorry, it might be the sun affecting my memory.”
“Never mind. What’s your name again?”
“Oh, sorry, it’s Olja, but feel free to call me Villa Baby.”
Then he told me what happened to him and apparently we were on the same boat.

Day 4

I get along with Xabi very good. He’s such a nice guy. Today we decided to find some place to sleep and hide from the sun.
“It would be the best for us to build an improvised roof just to keep us away from the direct sunlight. And we can sleep on the ground as we did earlier.” I agreed. While taking the tools and other things he needed, he found those gloves and asked:
“Do you mind me taking these gloves? You know, my MXA doesn’t like when my hands aren’t soft and gentle. Hope these’ll help.”
“Be my guest!” I answered while trying to hide a smile

Paris– Beach, a baby pram and Xabi.

I had been working hard all year taking on extra shifts till all hours, and thought I had earned my well-deserved vacation to Madrid; the beach was breath-taking the sun was glistening. I could finally relax or so I thought. Suddenly I heard a scream a woman running towards the ocean “My baby, my baby, someone help please” she cried.
I jumped up, to my horror I saw a baby pram rolling rapidly towards the ocean. Unexpectedly a rather well endowed gentleman came out of nowhere sprinting towards the pram; I began to hear yelling from a number of individuals,
“Xabi, that’s Xabi Alonso”. Could it be was Xabi Alonso going to save the helpless child from drowning? In the distance I could see Xabi had caught up to the pram he gripped his right hand on to the handle of the stroller and gently pulled the child to safety. A roar of applause and cheering came from the many people at the beach. Xabi turned to his admirers and waved “Thank you, it was nothing” he replied. He walked through the crowd that continued there endless applause. Still standing I could see Xabi walking towards my direction, he whispered in my ear “follow me” he brushed my hair away from my neck and kissed it, his supple lips sent a shiver through my body. I followed him to the other end of the beach it seemed abandoned; the bellow of Xabi’s fans was a distant memory. The silent atmosphere was perfect. I turned to Xabi he gave me a mischievous grin, his hair was wet as were his swimming shorts which clung to his lower body. He took my hand and pulled me towards him, I felt a rush of excitement. He put his hands on either side of my waist and began to kiss my neck that same feeling came over me. I looked into his dark eyes for a few seconds, yet it felt like we had shared an everlasting moment. Abruptly I pushed him away and ran to the ocean, I could hear a loud laugh from Xabi as he followed me. He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned in and kissed his neck, countless thoughts were running through my mind, I can’t do this, is this too spontaneous? The sensation that it was so wrong made the experience more thrilling. We continued to kiss until a wave struck the two of us thrusting us beneath it deep into the ocean. I moved my arms and legs fiercely to escape the water and take in a breath.
“Xabi where are you” My question was answered with nothing but the sound of the thudding waves. Worried, I continued to call for him, again no reply. Out of the blue his comforting laugh came to the surface and a large smirk returned to my face, he was safe. “That wasn’t funny I actually thought you were hurt”
“I’m fine you don’t need to worry, do you really think I would leave you out here”
As I turned away from him I could see a boat, it was closer than the dry land and I figured it would be safer to approach the boat as the waves were becoming more violent. We both swam to the boat; I clasped both hands on to the handle and pulled myself up with Xabi’s assistance. The weather had taken a turn for the worst I felt like I was still in London rather than Madrid. Unfortunately, the isolated boat was less than a masterpiece, Xabi was searching through the cupboards and came across some towels he wrapped one around me and held me close. We sat down on the edge of the boat using the towel to keep us warm. He ran one hand up my thigh and we were undressed in an instant. He was tender yet still powerful; I had never experienced anything like it. The feeling lasted for a while, again I caught a glimpse of his gleaming eyes that still made me walk I knew we would never forget this moment.

MG- Minty, a belt and a hospital.

‘Mr Torres please!’ I called, smiling as a tall, dark haired man stood up and made his way into my treatment room.
God I love this job I thought to myself admiring his broad shoulders and toned back as he walked in front of me.
Being a sports masseur isn’t as glamorous as everyone seems to think and much of my previous work had involved overweight men with frozen shoulders from golf excesses or perma-tanned middle aged women with tennis elbow! However since landing this position at the private health clinic used by the Real Madrid and Spanish squads things have definitely began to look up!

‘Ok if you’d like to take your trousers off and lay face down on the treatment bed please I’ll be with you in a minute’
He looked a little startled but I didn’t have time for coyness so with a grin he undid his belt and stepped out of his jeans. As I washed my hands I explained that I would begin with a gentle session the first time building up the intensity each week so as not to aggravate the original injury.

Standing at the side of the bed looking down on him I almost licked my lips in anticipation. I had seen many bodies over the years - some good some bad but this one had to be the absolute best!! The previously admired shoulders and back led down to a firm peach shaped bottom, steely thighs and taut, brown calves.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself I began the slow firm strokes I’d done on hundreds of thighs before. This time however it felt so different, the rippling of his muscles beneath my fingers made my head spin and the urge to continue up and under his shorts was almost unbearable!

I was so focussed on controlling my own desire it was only when I heard a deep groan from the bed that I realised my patient was also getting a little overheated himself.
‘Maybe we should take a break?’ I suggested, rather embarrassedly ‘It’s getting quite er…. hot in here!’
Sitting up he turned to face me and following my downwards gaze grinned sheepishly,
‘Sorry!’ he shrugged ‘I guess it must be a hazard of the job?’
‘Sometimes’ I nodded ‘although it doesn’t usually effect me as well!’
This was obviously the sign he needed to take things further as before I had a chance to object he had pulled me too him and was kissing me; Gently at first then harder and faster as his desire grew. Greedily he sucked my bottom lip between both of his and made love to my mouth with his tongue.
I allowed myself a moment to luxuriate in the sensations this created within me before pulling my mouth away while I removed his shirt with trembling fingers. Having unwrapped my prize I stood back to admire it for a moment before losing myself in him once more.
With a feather light touch I ran my tongue over his chest causing a strangled cry to escape from the his throat and following the braille like pattern of goose bumps moved up to the hollow of his neck, before sharply nipping the tender skin with my teeth. He flinched slightly at this new sensation then watched in fascination as I caught the thin trickle of blood on the end of my finger and raised it to my mouth, allowing the sweet, metallic taste to intoxicate my senses.

Suddenly the slow sensual pace was gone, replaced by the fervent tearing off of clothes and the desperate need for satisfaction. As he picked me up and carried me to the bed the sound of the telephone broke into my almost delirious mind.
‘I must get it’ I sighed, ’it’s the receptionist and if I don’t answer she’ll come to see if I’m alright’
‘ Ok!’ he whispered putting me down on the edge of the desk ‘But be quick!’
‘Hello!’ I answered picking up the hand set and trying to sound as professional as possible.
‘Oh hi its Miranda - just to let you know Mr Torres has arrived for his thigh massage’
‘Yes I know’ I replied closing my eyes at the delicious trail his lips are creating on my skin, ‘I’m attending to him now!’
‘Oh no not that one’ Miranda answered officiously ‘That’s Miguel Torres he’s your 3.30 shoulder massage! I’m talking about Fernando Torres your 3 o clock appointment - he’s a bit late, says he’s really sorry!!’

‘Tell him its ok - I must have got the wrong Mr Torres’ I sighed replacing the receiver as Miguel demonstrated quite emphatically that I most definitely hadn’t!!

Pau– Funfair, helium balloons and Silva.

I was having a blast at Edinburgh´s annual funfair. Everything was just perfect, the weather not to cold, my kickettes and I having an amazing time together. Even when we have gone to the funfair with a different goal (stalking the Spanish ballers) we were having an amazing time together.

Everything had happened so fast! One day I was checking Kickette as usual when I saw the new post:

Spanish ballers spot all around Edinburgh!

I immediately grab the phone and I called everyone! Pavi, Ali, Steph, Gina, Lucy, Freya, MG, VB, Laura, Venice, Malin and MXA! Next thing we are all meeting each other in King´s Cross to start our 4 hour journey to Edinburgh! We have such a great time, but when we hit Princess Street we were very alert, pretty soon we realized we were been ridiculous so we just start having fun..

We were disusing if Olalla had or not a boob job when a sexy tall blond guy approach us and with a perfect English he asked Freya, Lucy and Malin to go with him in a beach walk..
- You are Fernando Torres!! – Screamed Freya and Lucy at the same time. Malin was about to faint..
-
He smiled and assent,
-I noticed you are wearing my jersey so I thought maybe you will enjoy it
Before you could even say “Niño” Freya, Lucy and Malin had disappear with Nando.

We were shocked! But still the girls and I managed to have lots of fun.
-Oh my! - I say- Is that Whoreida???
And Yes! She was, using nothing but a 90´s bikini even when the weather wasn’t THAT warm. You could spot her nasty legs from 10 yards, and she was..
- Flirting with The Ramos! – Ali say!
- We cant aloud this Ali- answer Pavi!

The two friends grab each other by the arm and with a determined walk they approach The Ramos and scare away Whoreida. The Ramos who is actually a pretty shy person was very grateful with Ali and Pavi so he asked them to join him in lunch.

The rest of us look at each other and laugh. We continue walking and gossiping, when Steph trip with a boy. He smiled at her and apologize. Steph was mute, it was Bojan!
Bojan continue walking but he turned to look Steph he winked and with his head he point to the “Mirror House”
-Excuse me – Steph said before following Bojan.

Suddenly Mr Xabi Alonso (yes! Mr Xabi Alonso!) Appear in front of us
-excuse me, lovely ladies, would you be interested in buying tickets for lotto? The first price is a romantic dinner with.. – suddenly Xabi shout up and gave an intense look to MXA, whom instantly blush.
- with who, Xabi?- I asked, and everyone giggled
-with ah.. oh.. sorry, Raul- he answer with his eyes still stick on MXA- excuse me what´s your name?

MXA smiled, took him by the arm, and as she walk away with him she simply say you can call me MXA..

-well girls that leaves.. where are you going?- I start laughing when I saw Laura, MG and Venice were going in the same direction MXA and Xabi have gone..
- A romantic dinner with TOH? Are you kidding we must buy all the ticket available!- answer Venice..

Gina, VB and I exchange looks and we continue walking around the funfair who was huge and very crowded..
-Villa.. were the hell is Villa- said Gina
- I know- replied VB- everyone has meet her fav ballers but us!..

I was so happy that I haven’t think about him, David Silva. I had met him a few weeks ago, after a Valencia- Chelsea match in Stamford Bridge, I was sitting in first row and If you ask me what happened there I can´t answer, my eyes were staring at Silva the entire match, and I must say he maybe notice it because when the match ended he went where I was sit and offer me his jersey.. I was petrified. And the idea of seeing him today was so marvelous I didn’t want to think about it…

-Look! Helium balloons!- exclaimed Gina, - are you thinking what I am thinking?
We ran like little kids to the balloons stand and started to make funny voices.
-say it Gina- VB say between laughs
-ok!- Gina inhale some helium from the balloons and with that particular voice start- I want to lick Villa´s hip dips.. jajajaja
We were laughing so hard we didn’t notice the gorgeous tan man that was standing behind us, carrying a little girl..
- Ok you can lick them, but not in front of Zaida- the man laugh
VB open her mouth of surprise but couldn´t say anything, Gina was about to die there..
- No! I mean oh stupid helium voice- Gina start to say, but in fact the helium effect hadent pass so she still had that funny voice-
- Let us invite you and Zaira an icecream- snap VB, pulling embarrassed Gina and Villa to the closest Ben and Jerry´s stand..
I stood there and laugh, but suddenly I felt lonely.

I started walking round the funfair, when I saw a huge mechanic ride, being as lonely as I was I decided to have a little of fun by myself, so I purchased myself a ticket and I got in line. When it was my turn to get in I realized I was going to seat with someone else so I got a little uncomfortable..
-sorry ´mam- the man in charge of the ride give me a sorrow look- but there is someone in the VIP line, so I have to pass him before, you don’t mind sitting with him, or you prefer to wait to next turn?
- Excuse me sir – a soft voice said- but I think you should let the lady enjoy the ride with me.
David Silva was standing behind and smiling in a way that made my knees tremble.

I smiled back at him and I sit in the rollercoaster car.
When he sat next to me, I whisper to his ear
- I am sure I´ll enjoy the ride.

Ali- Villa, Disneyland, and (fire) torch.

It was your typical magical day. Birds sang, children laughed, and frazzled parents adjusted their fanny packs. All was well in Disneyland...or so it seemed. Deep in the depths of Space Mountain, I (who was there for as yet unknown reasons) stumbled upon the ruler of Disneyland, Senor David Villa, who was finally rising after passing out from a month long post-Euro victory bender. He was bleary eyed and wearing only a pair of golden boots. In his hand he clutched a crumpled note from his wife. "Read this note to me!" he commanded and caught up in his aura of magical power I immediately complied.
The note read:

Dear David,
After watching your unrequited man love for Fernando Torres during the Euro's and then waiting for a month for you to return home I could not take it anymore. I fear your duties for Valencia and your country as well as being ruler of Disneyland is taking too much of a toll on our relationship. I have taken baby Z and moved back with my parents.
Good bye.

A bit surprised by the state of his affairs, Senor Villa gave me a moody glare and and sent me off to find him some proper clothes. The first person I came across was Tarzan and after some begging was able to purloin his loin cloth. Moodily Villa went striding off to the Cinderella castle in his classy, leather manwrap while I attempted to help Tarzan cover himself with discarded cotton candy.

David's moody glares were so intense that the day became stormy and thunder and lightening began to flash through the sky. His Disneyland minions knew that all was not well and quickly made their way to the castle to await their leader. As he arrived they began to chant:

"Master, Master of..Sex Education."
As that didn't seem to be cheering him up they switched their chant to
"Hip Dip God, Hip Dip God!"
"Silence", he yelled!

Everyone quickly became silent except for Sebastien who just never knows when to be quiet.

"Master Senor Villa," he said. "Unfortunately, because you no longer have a Master-ess you can't really tell us what to do anymore. According to the ancient laws, you must have a wife or all your power will be gone."

Having lost his clothes, wife, and daughter all at the same time Villa could not bear the thought of losing Disneyland too. He ran to the dungeons to wallow in despair. As he lay in the steamy dungeon, the many torches flickering light over the sweat running down his chest and chiseled hip dips, he heard the sound of metal clanking.

He looked over and saw a beautiful lady chained to the wall with handcuffs. Her beauty was so great that he was struck speechless and could do nothing but stare at her moodily.
Once he was done with all that staring, he released her, and they embraced. No words were necessary, they knew they were meant to be.

And so Villa found a new wife, whom he would later affectionately call his Gina Pina. They were married in a lovely wedding with watermelon wedding cake. At the wedding Tarzan came up to me and thanked me for helping him with his wardrobe earlier. We had both come alone so he asked me to be his date and I soon learned his full name was Tarzan Beds. ;)

David Villa and Gina Pina ruled Disneyland for many years, Baby Z came to stay with them every other weekend and some holidays, and we all lived happily ever after. The End!


Blue_Skyz- Raul, on a plane, black satin gloves.
(this story is inspired by MG’s ‘sport’ massage and Pau’s SBAers reunion – and apologies for bringing one non-Spanish baller – I couldn’t help it – Joaquin no longer does it for me and the others were taken… hehehe)

That morning we were on our way back to Madrid. The team was in the mood to celebrate Spain’s World Cup win aboard the plane, despite the fact that most of us were still nursing hangovers from the party last night.
It was getting dark outside, and everyone seemed to be (finally) resting – it was a long flight from Johannesburg.
I glanced around the cabin and smiled after seeing all my friends sleeping blissfully next to their Spanish ballers.

The Spanish Football Association really, really liked their famous website – the SBA - and as a token of appreciation, the bosses decided to give the girls a special spot in the Spanish National team entourage during the World Cup. And they were clearly having the time of their lives!
*
At the front of the cabin, I could see Callie snuggling up with Iker – they look so cute together!

Venice and Raul were sitting next to them… hang on… where’s Raul? He must be looking for some cookies.

Not far away – MXA was resting her head on her true love’s shoulders – Xabi.

Bojan Krkić - who missed Euro 2008 – I’ve never seen him so happy since he started hanging out with Steph.

Poor Laura and Erin – they’re sitting not far away from drunkety –drunk–drunk Pepe, who was snoring loudly. They must be missing Dan Agger and Stevie G.

Nando was falling fast asleep in his seat – he’s sitting in between Malin and Lucy – that guy just can’t make up his mind… I’d definitely give him a slap if he ever breaks their hearts!

Speaking of a trio: El Ramos was hugging both Ali and Pavi!
I was so scared that they would have some uncomfortable moments during the World Cup.
But Sergio was more than happy to share his charms around.

Well – those trios are not the most complicated scenarios…
Gina - who always had eyes on David Silva - suddenly decided to switch to the other David – Villa - after seeing him sunbathing with Villa Baby (VB). She fainted upon the sight of David’s hip dips.
What a simple girl – you think? Hohoho…
Tell you what –if you look closely you could see that David Villa was handcuffed to his seat (courtesy of Gina), with VB and Gina resting on his shoulders. The poor boy must be so exhausted - judging from the amount of watermelon seeds on his shirt.

And, what happened to dear Silva? The heartbroken Silva… lucky Pau was there to comfort him. It seemed that he was falling for her. I heard he’s already making plans to go to Mexico.
Just across from my seats, Moongirl was just resting her head on Miguel’s lap… I’m so glad Moongirl could get time off her private clinic in Madrid – without her help, we wouldn’t be able to keep the team to as fit as they are.
*
It was really hard work being part of the medical team for a team of ballers. After a season with Real Madrid, my boss dragged me to join his medical team for the Spanish National Team.

Yeah, yeah – you’d think it would be nice having all these hot ballers waiting to get their massage or check-up. Just wait until one of them turned up with a suspicious rash and there goes the hotness.
And after a while – I just got so used to them – I don’t even bat an eyelash anymore.

But that’s before I met Christoph – well… Metze.
Ooh – dear Metze - I’m so worried about him – it must be so hard losing the final game to Spain – again. He had his fair share of being mocked when he returned to practice at Real after the Euro finished.
But he told me not to worry as we parted at the airport this morning – he had to go back to Berlin for the team parade. After a long kiss, he gave me a box containing a pair of gorgeous black satin gloves.

He said, “Hope these ones are nearly as nice as your Grandma’s.”
He smiled warmly and was looking so lovely without that horrendous beard.

I lost the gloves that my late Nan gave me after a stupid airline misplaced my luggage several months ago. Those gloves reminded me of my Nan a lot and I was upset that they were lost.
But I didn’t expect Metze to remember such a little detail.

I gave him another long kiss, stroked his face, and said “Thanks – I love them… I’ll miss you terribly.”
“I’ll miss you too,” he said, holding me closer with his strong arms.
I sighed as he breathed in my hair, and said “Please send my regards to Malte and your family, OK?”
We hugged for a while before we had to board our planes.
*
I stroked the black satin gloves and kept thinking about Metze… until I heard some noises from the nearest lavatory.
Straight away – I looked for Malin and Nando – but they were still asleep.
Then I heard a quiet sobbing…

Worried that the person was hurt, I knocked on the door.
The sobbing stopped and a weak voice answered, “Just a minute, please.”
I recognized that voice – “Raul?? Are you OK?”
How the heck did he manage to slip away from Venice, I thought. She’s been taking great care of him ever since he injured his right knee in the quarterfinals.

The door opened, and Raul was in a really bad state… you could see that he had put on a brave face for the team for too long and now he was such a mess.
“Do you happen to have some cookies? I really need them now,” he said.
“Raul – no – you ate every single one on the plane. Enough with the cookies. Let’s just get back to our seats and we’ll figure something out.”

He nodded weakly and we headed to my seats since there was lots of empty space around it.
“Are you having a headache or stomachache now?” I asked.
“Just a bit of a headache… but… be honest with me… will I be able to play again after the knee surgery?” he asked me with a very worried look on his face.
“Raul – the doctors said the injury is not that serious, but you’ll need time to recover. Don’t worry – you’ll be able to play again.”

He breathed deeply and there was a sign of slight relief on his face.
Then he said, “So you really don’t have a cookie? It will make me feel better… seriously.”

I feel like smacking him in the head, but I feel a bit sorry for him – the man just couldn’t help himself.
If only there is such a thing as Addiction to Cookie Rehabilitation, we would definitely put him in the intensive program.
“No – Raul. You do know that Venice is worried sick about you not eating anything but cookies lately. Tell you what… I’ll give you a quick head and neck massage to help you relax, OK?”

So I started massaging his head, starting from the top towards his neck.
He started to relax a bit and I was admiring his long eyelashes - before he gazed into my eyes with those deep, brown eyes.
I had to admit that Raul’s eyes are mesmerizing and I couldn’t help but feel attracted to those eyes.
Well - he’s TOH (The Original Hottie) after all.
But it’s so wrong – I’m falling madly for Metze and Raul is with Venice.

“Erm… Raul… why don’t you close your eyes, it will help you relax,” I said quickly – I could feel the heat creeping towards my cheeks.

“You have beautiful eyes,” he replied.
OK – this just won’t do – I thought.
“Raul – I don’t want to get into trouble with Venice… so I’m just going to cover your eyes with these, OK?” I said – showing him the black satin gloves.
Before he could reply, I just tied one of the gloves to cover his eyes and just about to continue the massage.
Suddenly I sensed that someone was approaching us…
*
Raul was clearly enjoying his shoulder massage, “Hey – I could really get used to this you know.”
Then he removed the glove… and there was Pepe… just centimeters away from his face.
“Ay – mi amor… you like my massage? MWWAHHH!” Pepe planted a big sloppy kiss on Raul – he was clearly still a bit drunk.
“ARRRRGHHHHHHH!!!!!! Get away from meeeeeee!!!” Raul screamed in horror – shoving frisky Pepe away.
Raul scrambled to the corner of his seat – his face was pale white. The whole cabin was awake and everyone was staring at us.
“MWAHUAHAHAH… mission accomplished then,” laughed Pepe – giving me a quick wink, “He’s no longer feeling sad.”

Lucy – Police station, salad tongs and Cesc.

Cesc and I were having a house warming BBQ to celebrate our moving in together. He had bought us a swanky apartment in London and me a tres expensive engagement ring. I accepted it on the condition that for as long as we live, he would never, ever wax his forearms or legs, but especially his forearms, again. And so on the morning of our BBQ I had my arm wrapped around his as we strolled round our local Tescos looking for last minute supplies. We made sure we had plenty of sausages, burgers and buns and bought the salad in packs since we were feeling lazy. We also got some solid metal salad tongs because we didn't have any. Then we hit the alcohol aisle.

Twenty minutes later with our trolley now ladened down with mainly booze (Pepe and MXA were invited after all), we made our way to the car. At that moment, a chavvy looking youth approached Cesc proclaiming to be a fan. This happened all the time, especially in places like supermarket car parks, so Cesc chatted to the boy for a bit whilst I started to load the boot up. Suddenly out of nowhere, a second chav appeared and quickly grabbed a load of six packs from the trolley. Before I could shout anything, the first chav had pushed Cesc, also grabbed some packs, and ran after his friend. The next part happened so fast... Cesc angrily grabbed the pair of salad tongs from the trolley and threw it after the boys.
'Cesc! Nooo!' I screamed - they were metal! I was impressed at his manly leap into action but scared at the potential damage! Naturally though, his aim was very good and the tongs caught the first boy running in the neck. He toppled over whilst crying out. The second ran straight into him and he too fell over, quite nastily. Cesc quickly ran across to retrieve the tong evidence, but a crowd was already forming, and even in his baseball cap and shades some people were already whispering about 'that footballer' and his 'rather attractive girlfriend'. I was tempted to correct them by flashing the rock on my finger, but since we were standing over two injured boys with Cesc brandishing a metal weapon in his hand, I decided it was not the time. I looked down and saw more blood than I cared to see and shuddered, rooted to the spot in shock.

Half an hour later, Cesc and I were at the police station explaining ourselves. Well actually it was Cesc who had to explain himself - throwing a metal implement at someone is a serious offence! Especially since the boy had to have stitches to the back of his neck. Cesc was shocked, angry and upset all at the same time and even cried a little in that way he does. I gently rubbed his back as he admitted his Spanish temper had got the better of him. As luck would have it, the police officer was a huge Arsenal fan and after Cesc offered to sign his Arsenal shirt and get him a season ticket, he was let off with just a mild caution. After all, the chav assaulted Cesc and then had stolen from us!

The BBQ that evening went ahead as planned and turned out to be mucho fun, even though I had to get Cesc his salad for him because he thought seeing the tongs again would make him too mad. I made a note of this and kept them in my bedside drawer for future use - he was irresistibly hot when angry.

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…

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.