The Bet
by realstoneÓ¨
¨ ¨ ¨ ¨Ladies and Gentlemen, imagine a lazy Saturday afternoon two weeks before the Super Bowl. Four very nervous X-Men are sprawled in various positions before a wall-sized picture in picture TV. Curiously there are no females in the room. On the large screen, an unseen camera man for a brief moment pans away from the pigskin flopping end over end to rest on the charms of a very enthusiastic cheerleader.
"Get that blasted camera back on the ball." A voice grumbled. "If I wanted to see a pair of firm breast, I'd make a quick run upstairs."
Several snickers echoed about the room.
"Yeah, like any one of us will be getting any for the next few weeks," another voice grumbled.
"If those sorry pansies would play, we won't have a worry."
"I can't believe you're turning down an opportunity to legally watch some lovely lady's chest jiggle?"
A face covered in 5 o'clock shadow surrounded by pillow hair turned to stare coldly at his questioner. "Yes I can. What game are you watching? The score’s 14, 14 with the field goal teams lined up and enough time on the clock; they could lose this game in over-time and you know what that means."
"Yeah, I know." The voice answered back.
A third voice joined the conversation. "I don't see why I'm included in the mess you three made. I wasn't here...."
A puff of cigar smoke rises in the air.
"Where’s the beer?"
"Refrigerator. Again, I ask why am I involved?"
"As males we stick together."
"Remember that the next time I give you an order in the field."
"Mumble, mumble, mumble."
"What did you say?"
"Just thinking aloud."
"I think as elder statesmen of this group, I should be allowed some latitude."
"Lat..itude hell. You can scrape a dirty dish just like the rest of us."
"I'll roll witcha, dawg but I'm not washing. Drying and stacking yeah, but not washing." Voiced the youngest male.
"We wouldn't be here..."
"Nag Nag Nag. Jus’ bring the beer while I send some helpful vibes that the front line will knock the snot out of that kicker."
"Has anyone thought that he might will miss?" The voice had a hopeful ring to it. "And that the women will keep their side of the bet." Beer was passed around. The release of air from several pull-tabs and the squish of bottle tops being twisted off gave a moments liberation to the tension filled room.
"Thought about nothing else."
"I can't wait to see une demoiselle in black lace gloves, a skin tight body suit with cuts-out in the most appropriate places and heels. Gotta have the heels"
"That's nothing on what I have in store for me. "You remember that green and black waitress uniform I tried to talk red into for the costume ball. Well it's only a phone call away. A week of being served breakfast, lunch and dinner."
"Man that's nothing on the service I'm gonna get. Fire red sports bra, pleated cheerleader skirt, red butt-cutter shorts and red bobby socks. All that escorting a plate covered with a medium rare T-bone, hash browns, over easy eggs and Texas toast. Eating every bit will be worth weeks celibacy."
"Amen."
"What about you?"
"Mid-night black heels and a tray of freshly brewed Earl Gray..."
"She’s not even in this galaxy. How are you going to enjoy..."
"My dear boy...'what the mind," the older but still handsome man tapped his temple, "conceives the body can do."
"Shut up! Hell and high water! Did you see that? I don't believe they tried…what were they thinking?"
"We’re baaaaack."
The End