Wondering what is going on, you follow Monique as she leads you up the steps to the glassed-in announcer's booth overlooking the field. From your vantage point you can see other couples coming in, going to various locations around the field. You look at Monique, questioningly.
"We're going to start the night up here, making a record of the event for posterity's sake," she explains. Flipping some switches on the control panel, you see that you are able to remotely control the cameras in the stadium and focus in on just about any location on the fields or in the stands.
Somewhat relieved that you get this behind-the-scenes job, you get kind of excited about what you will be able to do.
Almost as if she can read your mind, Monique says, "Oh, there's a little more to it than that, Shy Boy." She hands you a sheet of paper, and you glance over it in surprise. Listed on the paper are a whole host of perverted activities -- some of which even your sex-obscessed teenage mind hadn't considered.
"I will help you work the cameras," she says. "You are going to be the announcer. When things start to get dull, you will call out these instructions, and as we show various people on the big screen, you are going to add commentary for everyone to hear."
You blush deeply. Public speaking always scared you to death, but to be talking about this kind of stuff to a bunch of strangers seemed almost impossible.
Before you can protest, Monique says, "It's time to start. I'll help you get going before turning it over to you."
She picks up the microphone and grabs the sheet of paper. As she glances over the list, her eyes keep darting from the paper to you, as if she is struggling to make up her mind. Smiling, she keys the microphone and begins to speak. |