Rafael had me nude the rest of the day. The production company blocked off a section of the beach where they set up a cabana with everything in white. Basically, it was an open platform with a king-size bed in the center. There were plenty of white silk-looking curtains blowing in the breeze.
Today’s commercial had me walking out of the surf with water glistening off my body. I walked up to the staged bedroom to find Kara waiting on me with a champagne glass. We had several little scenes flirting. Every time I got aroused, Rafael would stop and flirt with me. The effect was my arousal fled me. Towards the end of the day, I figured out what he was doing.
The end shot looked like Kara and I had just finished having mad passionate sex, and I reached under the pillow and pulled out a jewelry box. We did this scene twenty times, with her opening a different piece of jewelry each time.
When Rafael finally stopped for the day, I was exhausted. At that very moment, I could have used a beer. Rafael was all smiles.
“Kara, you were spectacular as always. David, Kara made an excellent choice. The camera loves you two. I sent some of the raw footage to the client and they love it. If you want, come in at eight tomorrow morning and I’ll show you a rough cut of today’s commercial and photos.”
Kara and I agreed to come in early. I went and washed off the spray-on tan and changed into my Range Sports gear. We gathered everyone up and went back to the Ritz-Carlton.
AFTER THE DAY’S SHOOT, we came back to the hotel to relax before dinner. The Ritz-Carlton is shaped like a big ‘U’ with the two long ends pointed toward the ocean, which gave each room a view. In the cup of the ‘U’ is a patio, with tables overlooking a large, sunken grass courtyard, which could be used for open-air events. Currently using the courtyard was a college football team that was in town for a Christmas-day bowl game in Jacksonville.
Things were going well until a few of the players saw the women I was with. Kara was a budding supermodel, Tracy was drop-dead gorgeous, and Kendal was hot by anyone’s standard. I was sure that all of them were out of my league, so when three of the football players came up to hit on them, I think they saw a kid. What they didn’t know was I’d had a long day, and was in no mood.
“Hey ladies, you’re in luck that real men showed up to show you a good time. Why don’t you come back to our room and we have a little fun?” said jock number one.
I had to say, that was about the dumbest come-on line I’d ever heard. What girl, in her right mind, would fall for that?
Before my three ladies could say anything, I jumped in. I know they could take care of themselves; I’d seen them do it many times. They’d even put me in my place a number of times, and the smart move would’ve been to allow them to take care of it, but I was looking for a confrontation.
I laughed.
“Are you kidding me? Don’t you see that the ladies are with me?”
“Listen, little man, it’s obvious you’re not man enough to handle these three. We’re doing you a favor by offering to satisfy them,” said jock number two.
Again? Seriously? Best result was going to be you get a kick in the nuts.
Kara was ready to come out of her seat, but Tracy touched her arm and gave her head a little shake. She knew I could handle this. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hollywood Central and Entertainment Tonight capturing this. I wanted to knock these guys into next week, but I knew that wouldn’t play well on national TV. I could see it now: “Crazed boyfriend of supermodel...”
“Now you’ve done it. You called my manhood into question. I think we need to have a little contest of skills to see who the better man is. Since going back and proving who has the biggest swinging member wouldn’t be fair to you, Stubby, why don’t we see who the better quarterback is?”
“How are we going to determine that?” asked jock number three.
Okay, I play football. These guys gave us ‘dumb jocks’ a bad name.
“I’m a freshman quarterback from a small Midwestern town. You bring out whoever you want and we’ll throw fifteen footballs and see who the best is,” I offered, as they got smirks on their faces. “We can set up three trash cans, and whoever can put more balls in the cans wins.”
“What are the stakes, tough guy?” asked jock number two.
“If you win, you get a date with these women,” I said, and all three nodded their assent. “If you can talk them out of their panties, so be it. If I win, you set me up with three of your cheerleaders.”
“You’re so on. Your smart mouth just wrote a check your little butt can’t pay,” said jock number one.
They led the way down to where the team was eating. Kara, Tracy and Kendal followed me along with the film crews. I chuckled when I recognized the recruiting coordinator, Tyler Seng; he’d sent me stuff and attended three of my games. Tracy also recognized him, since she handled recruiting for me. She pointed him out, confirming who I thought he was. The jocks explained the bet to their coach and he thought it sounded like a team-building exercise.
Before I go any further, I want to say the staff at the Ritz-Carlton is the best in the world. If you have never been, you need to. They will pamper you like nowhere else. When they heard what we wanted to do, they didn’t hesitate in setting it up.
While they placed the big 55-gallon trash cans, Tyler came over.
“Hey, David, I see you’re going to make fools out of those boys. Please don’t hold their immaturity against us. We really want you to come to our campus to play.”
Tracy came up.
“Hey, Tyler, what are the current odds on David beating your boy?”
“Tracy, how are you doing?” Tyler asked as he gave her a hug and a kiss on her cheek. “I haven’t warned anyone yet, so I’m thinking you can get pretty good odds from our guys.”
“I think our little show will be enough,” I said, putting a stop to making money off these college kids.
Their coach and quarterback came over to introduce themselves. When everyone was gathered around, their coach raised his hand to get quiet.
“Just so we’re all clear: David is a high school freshman quarterback. Rick, Travis and Bill made a wager putting our team’s reputation on the line,” Coach Wiggins said, playing up to the cameras. “Austin has offered to bail them out. Just so, we’re clear, he’s a senior college quarterback who’s started three straight years and taken us to two bowl games. This is being done in fun, so show a big Greyhound welcome to David Dawson.”
The team whooped it up and gave me some grief.
Tyler stepped in front of the cameras.
“The smart money’s on David. I saw how much Austin ate, and there’s no way he can throw after putting away that much food.”
That got a laugh. By now we were attracting a crowd. Many of the hotel guests were ringing the field to see what was going on. It appeared that the garbage cans were ready. It looked like one was set up for a ten-yard down-and-out. It was tilted up to make it an easy throw. Another can was in the middle about twenty yards out, and the last was sitting straight up, thirty yards down the far sideline. The last one would require the ball to drop into the can, an almost impossible throw. Fortunately, Bo had drilled me on all these throws.
“The wager is we each throw five balls at each target. The winner gets the company of my girlfriend,” I said as I pulled Kara forward to a chorus of wolf whistles, “... and her two friends on a date. If I win, I get to date three of your cheerleaders. The only problem is that I don’t see the three cheerleaders.”
The cheerleaders stepped forward. It was obvious I was getting the short end of the stick on this deal. While they were cute, none of them was in the class of my girls. The hotel crowd made some choice comments about the equity of the bet.
“Okay, Mr. Three-Year-Starter, do you want to go first and put up a big number for me to shoot for, or do you want to run scared and let me go first?” I goaded their quarterback.