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A loud, long, frustrated groan came from Bob as he stared at himself in the mirror in his ‘costume’, if you could even call it that. He was so incredibly nervous about this, and he flew dangerous missions for a living. He knew he’d agreed to it, but now that it was actually happening, shy, happy on the sidelines Bob was sure he was going to die of embarrassment.
It had all started innocently enough, as another one of Maverick’s bizarre team building exercises. Thankfully this one had been planned out a little more thoroughly than his other ridiculous ideas, but alcohol and the chaotic couple of Hangman and Rooster had become involved, and the plan spiralled.
Fucking Hangman and Rooster. Or Hangster, as they now liked to be called.
Maverick’s bonding ideas were based on all kinds of strange things, and that now included an episode of ‘One Tree Hill’ he’d watched during spending time with Penny’s daughter, Amelia. That is how his plan of the ‘Date with a Dagger’ auction, with all proceeds going to the American Cancer Society in honour of the late Iceman, had come about.
Of course Bob was on board with raising money for charity and he absolutely wanted to support Maverick with a cause that was clearly so important to him. But putting himself out there, being the centre of attention like that, was downright terrifying.
Unfortunately the night that Maverick had brought it up, was the night that Bob had decided to let his hair down a little at the Hard Deck and get a bit drunk. Bob had never seen the TV show they were talking about, but easily imagined the auction scenario. He commented out aloud how nervous and worried he was that no one would bid on a date with him, especially when the rest of the Dagger Squad was on offer too.
That was mistake number one.
His very boozed up friends reassured Bob, in varying and somewhat shitty ways, that someone was sure to bid on him.
First, a tipsy Coyote reminded him. “Don’t stress Bobby. Not everyone is after the jacked up, ‘sex on legs’ type.”
And although he was right, Bob wasn’t the muscle upon muscle wet dream the others were, the comment didn’t comfort him in the way he assumed Coyote had intended it to.
Next Payback clapped him on the shoulder and said, “Geeks get the girls.”
Bob knew he was smart, a little awkward and wore glasses, but his friends knew he’d been born and raised on a ranch, and could ride a bull and play the drums, so geek seemed a little extreme. Even though Payback probably meant for it to sound nice, it didn’t really lift Bob up at all.
“You’ve got that whole innocent boy scout thing going for you. Cougars love that shit man.” Fanboy giggled drunkenly at him.
He was sure Fanboy meant for it to be helpful and Bob knew he looked young for his age, but he certainly wasn’t innocent, not by any means. He wasn’t opposed to older women either, but a date, even for charity with a hard-core cougar would scare the fuck out of him.
Phoenix grinned at him with glassy eyes. “Bob. You give off major german shepherd energy. Mr dependable, responsible and loyal. People eat that crap up.”
Bob rolled his eyes at her weird, backhanded compliment. She wasn’t wrong, he prided himself on being reliable and trustworthy, but men and women weren’t going to bid on him just because he looked like a good person.
Rooster waggled his eyebrows at him. “You have a massive wang, Bob. Wear tight pants and you’re good to go.”
Everyone laughed loudly at that one and Bob shook his head in defeat. The size of his penis had become somewhat of an obsession with the squad since Hangman had caught a look at it one day. The idea that the quietest, most softly spoken team member had the biggest, well member, was initially a shock but now was an endless source of amusement for them.
Thankfully they moved on quickly and the group started enthusiastically talking about ‘One Tree Hill’ with Maverick. Bob was the only one who had never seen it, and Hangman was apparently a huge ‘OTH’ fan. He tried to follow along, but the plot about rival basketball playing half-brothers who’d never spoken despite going to the same school in the same small hometown for their whole lives, seemed a little far-fetched.
It became intense as they discussed who was on ‘Team Brooke’ or ‘Team Peyton’ and Rooster enthusiastically stated that ‘Naley’ was actually the best ship on the show. Bob had no clue what that meant but thought whoever this Lucas guy was, he sounded like a prick if he kept swapping back and forth between two best friends.
He lost interest and his eyes wandered the bar until they found YFN, as she wiped down a nearby table. YFN was Penny’s niece and the woman that Bob had it bad for. She was so beautiful, smart, kind, and witty and always took the time to talk with him. He sighed heavily as he gazed at her, he was firmly on ‘Team YFN’.
Bob watched her work for a moment and wondered if he’d ever have the balls to ask her out. YFN met his eyes, and she gave him a little wave. His eyes comically widened when he was caught staring and his mouth went dry as she crossed the short distance to him, with a tray of drinks in her hand. She wore a gorgeous, bright smile and he sat bolt upright and braced himself for their interaction. He usually turned into a shy, stuttering idiot around her.
“Hey Bert…” and Bob melted at her sweet voice and the stupid nickname she had given him. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but couldn’t help but overhear about the auction. Your friends have a fucked-up way of telling you how great you are, but they’re right. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” YFN said warmly, as her pretty eyes twinkled.
Bob blushed hard. He hadn’t realised she’d heard the conversation, including the stuff about his dick.
“I’ll have to start saving.” she murmured softly as she moved closer to him.
“W-why’s that?” he managed to stutter out in response, trying not to get hard at her closeness and her jasmine perfume surrounding him.
YFN smiled shyly at him as she replaced the empty glass in his hand with another neat whiskey and her fingers lightly brushed his. She was so thoughtful and Bob’s whole body lit up at her simple touch.
“Because I want to be able to afford you.”
Bob inhaled sharply at her implication that she wanted to win a date with him. He took a large gulp of his whiskey for courage and finally tried to make his move.
“I umm. You ah… We could…” He was totally unaware that the others watched as he failed miserably trying to flirt back.
He felt emboldened by the booze, but she was so close to him and that made Bob’s brain malfunction, so he struggled to complete a sentence. Someone kicked the leg of his bar stool and that snapped him into action.
“I doubt anyone else will b-bid on me, but I can umm… I’d like to ah take you on a d-date even if you lose. I mean if you want to that is.”
“Yes. I want that. I’d like that a lot.” And YFN leant into him and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
Warmth washed over him like a wave, and he grinned like a fool.
The bell over the bar rang, signalling some poor schmuck had to by a round for everyone.
“I better go help.” she smiled sweetly back at him. But her smile turned salacious, and her eyes sparkled with humour “I’m still gonna keep squirrelling my money, Bert. Don’t want any cougars after that huge cock of yours.”
The squad burst into hysterics and Bob choked and coughed on air and she gave him another quick peck on the cheek and walked away giggling. Fanboy elbowed him and Payback slung an arm around his shoulders as Rooster and Phoenix made fun of him.
Eventually the laughter and the ribbing died down and he sipped his drink and gazed at YFN as she served the flurry of patrons. He couldn’t quite believe what had just happened and he reached up and touched his cheek where she’d kissed him and paid no attention to the team conversation about the auction.
That was mistake number two.
Eventually someone cleared their throat loudly and deliberately and Bob turned towards the group, his trance not quite broken.
“So you’re in then Bob?” Fanboy questioned.
Bob nodded, still dazed from the booze and his moment with YFN.
“And you agree to be a part of everything we just talked about?” Maverick asked warily.
Bob smiled at him and sincerely said “Yeah. It’s important to you Mav. Of course I’ll do it.”
“It is. Thanks kid. But you’re sure you’re happy to do this? Bob, you’re sure about the entire plan?” Maverick repeated cautiously.
“I am. Promise! Cross my heart and hope to die.” Bob replied drunkenly as he drew a little cross over his chest and he became distracted by watching YFN again.
Rooster snorted.
Phoenix waved her hand in front of his face. “Earth to Bob.” His blurry eyes returned to the group, and he focused on her. “You do realise what you agreed to. Right?” she looked at him with a half amused, half worried look on her face.
“Ah… Yes?” he answered gingerly, now not quite sure he did in fact know what he had just promised to do.
Hangman jumped up, fist pumped the air and practically squealed “Fuck yes baby.”
“Oh my god” Coyote laughed, “You’ve got no fucking clue, do you?”
Payback stood directly in front of him and put his hands on Bob’s shoulders like a person who is about to break bad news to someone would. “Well Bob for starters, you’ve agreed to be auctioned last.”
Bob nodded and shrugged “That’s not so bad. Maybe it’ll…”
“He’s not done.” Phoenix cut him off quickly.
“How do I put this…” Payback started to say.
“Season 4. Episode 12 baby. You’re doing a strip tease with me and Coyote!” Hangman clapped his hands together excitedly.
Bob paled. “Whhaat?” he wheezed.
“Mouth helps Nathan and Skillz enter an amateur strip night to try and win money cause Haley just got hit by a car, but Mouth…” Rooster started explaining.
“Wait. No spoilers! Amelia and I only got up to season 3 last night!” Maverick panicked and put his hands over his ears.
Bob sat there in shock. “A strip tease?” he whispered to no one in particular.
“Think of the money for charity it’ll bring in Bob. You were worried no one would bid on you. This will definitely help.” Phoenix commented.
Fanboy grinned at him. “You can’t back out now. You crossed your heart and hoped to die.”
“But me? Next to them? Two living, breathing ken dolls? I’m gonna look stupid.” he countered gesturing to Hangman and Coyote.
Hangman laughed lightly. “Baby. We might have the charm, the arms, and the abs to get everyone going… But as soon as you - the shy, nerd reveals his third leg… You’re gonna make it rain!”
Bob blanched as his friends cracked up at the visual. He took another big gulp of his whiskey.
“Don’t worry. No nudity Bob. Just down to your jocks.” Rooster winked.
Payback chuckled. “Yeah man. Don’t think the navy or Penny would be too happy if you guys went the full monty at the Hard Deck.”
He took a deep breath. Bob was drunk, he shouldn’t agree to this right now. He preferred to be on the edge of a scene, not right in the middle. But he could dance a bit and his body wasn’t bad so it might not be totally awful. Maybe it would help to make sure he got some decent bids and he had promised Maverick after all.
“Okay. I’m in. A strip tease for charity.” he blurted out.
Maverick gave him a satisfied clap on the shoulder. “Thanks kid. They’re right. It’ll bring in some good donations.”
“Damn. That is a shame.”
Bob’s head whipped around to see YFN grinning at him despite her disappointed tone.
“I’ll never afford you now. You taking your clothes off is bound to drive your price up.” she whined as she faked a pout and that drew his attention to her lips.
He almost groaned out loud because he wanted to kiss those plump, pink lips so badly. Pity he was such a bumbling mess around her. But Bob now knew YFN liked him, and he felt very daring from the drinks, enough to just agree to a strip tease.
Fuck it.
YFN was close enough to him, so Bob leant his body forward and reached out with his hand and grabbed hers. She squealed in surprise as he pulled her between his legs. They both sighed when Bob pressed his lips to hers softly.
“I’m more than happy to put on a private show just for you babygirl.” Bob drunkenly teased as he wrapped his arms around her waist, and his fingers danced up her spine. A surprised YFN blushed a rosy pink and smiled shyly at him.
“Aaarggh! I’m dating her aunt for christ sakes Bob. I’m out of here.” Maverick called out in outrage as he quickly got up and made a beeline for the bar.
The others whooped and laughed at both Maverick’s discomfort and Bob’s out of character public flirtation.
“Fucking hell. That’s what we’re talking about. That ‘shy boy goes sexy’ shit. Maybe we should be the ones who should be worried about dancing with you.” Coyote chuckled as he fanned himself with his hand.
Bob grinned then suppressed a moan as YFN turned in his arms and pushed her ass against his groin. Once the booze wore off, he was probably going to turn back into a stuttering idiot once again. Luckily for Bob, YFN seemed to like his usually awkward self and she had a naturally bold personality, so he was very sure it was going to work out just fine.
“With Hangman’s costumes and my music choice, no one will be able to resist you.” Rooster claimed suggestively.
That gave Bob cause for concern. “Wait a second. I didn’t know about that…”
“Nope. Too late! You agreed to everything. You promised.” Phoenix interrupted.
“Don’t worry about it baby. Roo and I are gonna take real good care of you.” Hangman drawled seductively.
Fucking Hangster.
Bob gulped. Suddenly, knowing Rooster and Hangman were in charge, the strip tease started to seem even more terrifying.
…….
Bob took a big swig of whiskey straight from the bottle as he waited in the staff bathroom at the Hard Deck. He cursed himself in the mirror repeatedly for drunkenly agreeing to the ‘Date with a Dagger’ auction, but he figured getting smashed again would probably help, so he took another long drink of booze.
Bob stood there and stared at himself in the ‘final reveal costume’ Hangman had chosen for him.
A pair of skin-tight, lycra trunks.
Coyote, Bob, and Hangman would strip down to them towards the end of their dance. Hangman had decided on a red, white, and blue pair to show they were patriotic navy boys, and it was no surprise Bob had ended up in the white trunks.
He sighed. Even though it wasn’t a thong, Phoenix had thankfully talked Hangman out of that, the jocks literally left nothing to the imagination. Bob wasn’t stupid, he looked pretty good, and that was the whole point of them and the rest of the get up. The shy, unsuspecting nerd with a decent cock hidden away.
Bob dressed in the rest of the outfit – his own glasses, a white button up, a red bow tie and plaid tearaway pants with suspenders. He had no idea where Hangman had found stripper friendly pants like this, let alone the jeans he had for his own cowboy attire and the bottoms for Coyote’s sleek black suit.
As far as Maverick’s weird team building exercises went, this was up there with the strangest. But Bob had to admit, apart from the almost gripping fear he was experiencing right now, it had actually been pretty good for him. In order to coordinate their ‘performance’, Bob had a lot of fun and had become closer with Coyote, Rooster, and Hangman as they hung out a lot while preparing for tonight.
The squad had also started watching ‘One Tree Hill’ together in their spare time. It was ridiculously unbelievable that as a teenager you could start a successful fashion line, run a nightclub, get attacked by your fake brother who is actually your stalker, and be allowed to get married in high school to the guy who lost his virginity to your sister, only to run off and tour America singing. Even so, Bob had conceded that the show was actually pretty addictive, and at least he now knew the reason why Hangman tried to paint the door of his naval housing bright red that one time.
The absolute best thing to come out of Maverick’s idea though, was the fact that he was now with YFN, the adventurous, intelligent, funny girl he’d been enamoured with forever. They’d been together since that night at the Hard Deck, and Bob was incredibly happy and in love.
He could hear the loud excited chatter at the Hard Deck, the promise of a date with a naval aviator had been enough to draw a very large crowd. Bob was so nervous and started having second thoughts; he wasn’t so sure if he could do this.
“Hey Bert. How’s it going back here baby?” YFN asked him softly as she walked into the bathroom. She stepped closely into his space and tried to tame one of the errant curls in his hair.
Bob relaxed slightly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and allowed her touch and jasmine scent to invade his senses.
“There’s a whole lotta people out there. I’m kinda shitting myself.” Bob chuckled anxiously.
YFN hummed. “Well I came to bid on and watch my man dance.” she said sweetly as she backed away from him.
He watched entranced as she started to unwrap the front of her dress.
“But if you don’t dance for me. Then you won’t get to see me dance for you.” she purred as she opened her dress to reveal her perfect tits in a navy-blue lacey bra and her pretty pussy covered by tiny matching panties.
Bob groaned loudly and had to work hard to keep his cock in check. “Fuck, babygirl.” he whined as he took in the incredible site that was his sexy girlfriend.
“Hang on. Is this? This is just like Skillz and Devon in that episode of ‘One Tree Hill.” he mused.
YFN winked at him and blew him a kiss as she turned to walk away. “Thank Hangman and Rooster, Bert. They thought it might be a good idea for me to watch it. Just in case you needed a little push to get your hot piece of ass on stage.”
Fucking Hangster.
…….
The auction part of ‘Date with a Dagger’ was going pretty well. Hondo, who acted as MC and auctioneer, reminded the audience of the rules, particularly that the winning bid didn’t include sex with the aviators. As each one of the squad stepped up, he read a little blurb about them as they strutted their stuff around a makeshift stage to a song of their choice. Everyone, except for Bob that is. Rooster had chosen his song and it was apparently a surprise. Thankfully he knew the music they were dancing to and that song too, had been specifically chosen with him in mind.
Maverick went first to the sounds of ‘Danger Zone’ by Kenny Loggins, and only got an initial bid of $8 until Fanboy called out and raised it to $50 with a reassuring smile. A bidding war then broke out between two twenty-something year old women who, Bob assumed with his limited knowledge of psychology, probably had ‘daddy issues’. Maverick looked extremely concerned until Penny came to his rescue and outbid them with $250.
The foxtrot team of Payback and Fanboy went as a duo, dressed in matching suits they carved up the stage with a coordinated routine to the original version of ‘Just the Two of Us.’ Hondo spouted arbitrary facts about the two men and stressed they were two for the price of one. It turned out the multiple cougars at the bar were very interested in them and several of them bid aggressively against each other until Payback’s wife swooped in and put a stop to it with a bid of $570.
The notes of Jerry Lee Lewis’s ‘Great Balls of Fire’ signalled Rooster’s turn and he strutted and wiggled his way around in his signature Hawaiian shirt and aviators. Hondo started to read his card “Like his call sign suggests, he has a big….”
He stopped himself just in time and flat out refused to read the rest. Rooster laughed at his response and did push ups on stage as Hondo ignored an incensed Hangman’s bids. He banged the toy gavel on his hand and auctioned Rooster off for $485 to some random and very excited woman.
Bob watched with a grin as his pilot took to the stage. Phoenix looked stunning in a gold dress, as she commanded everyone’s attention as she always did, to Beyonce’s ‘Run the World’. Hondo hadn’t even opened the bidding, when multiple men and women started to call out dollar figures.
“$600!” Bob shouted from the wings of the stage to encourage higher offers and Phoenix winked at him. Although he would have been happy to pay it, he was overjoyed when a pretty blonde out bid him by $80. And both her and Phoenix seemed happy about the outcome too.
“Now ladies and gents. Our last three men aren’t for sale just yet.” Hondo explained to a chorus of disappointed groans from the women in the crowd. “Don’t you worry, they will be. They just have a little something special planned for you all. So please dig deep for the American Cancer Society. Now put your hands together for Lieutenant Bob Floyd!”
This was all part of Rooster and Hangman’s stupid plan. He’d be introduced first, but auctioned last after he, as they called it, ‘dropped his big bomb on the crowd’ during the strip tease. Even though there were a lot of people and Bob didn’t love being the centre of attention, he was drunk enough to walk around just being his shy and awkward self.
Bob rolled his eyes at a laughing Rooster as ‘Whatta Man’ by Salt ‘n’ Pepa played as he wandered about the stage slightly embarrassed. He didn’t listen to Hondo’s commentary, instead he searched the crowd for YFN and smiled shyly when he found her. She looked around and covertly lowered the neckline of her dress to reveal the top of her lacy bra and winked at him. Bob blushed bright red as he remembered her promise and hurried off the stage as his friends catcalled and woof whistled at him.
Coyote and Hangman followed in quick succession as the group was terrified Bob was going to bolt before the big finale. Coyote looked suave in his suit and dark sunglasses and showed his swagger as 2Pac’s ‘California Love’ played and the crowd hooted and hollered. And Hangman dressed in his full Texan get up, complete with cowboy boots and hat, strutted his stuff to ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’ as the loud screams of multiple women filled the Hard Deck.
Fuck. It was time.
“You’ve got this Bob. Keep your eyes on YFN. And just enjoy yourself.” A tipsy Coyote hyped him up as he took a shot a tequila.
Hangman came off stage with a massive dumb grin on his face, he had clearly been drinking too. “Ready baby? Remember, you’re sexy as fuck. If I wasn’t in love with Roo, I would be all over your sweet little ass. C’mon. Say it with me. I’m sexy as fuck…”
Bob took one final pull from his bottle of whisky. No big deal. It was just dancing to raise money for charity. It was only a few minutes of his life. He could do this.
“I’m sexy as fuck.” he said determinedly as adrenaline and whiskey coursed through his veins.
Hangman jumped up and down like an excited puppy. “Atta boy! Now don’t poke anyone’s eye out with that thing.”
Bob laughed loudly as ‘Anaconda’ by Nicki Minaj started playing. He knew the song was coming but he still thought Rooster was a little shit for choosing it.
Coyote could dance pretty well and had been in charge of the choreography. To most people’s surprise, Bob had some moves, but Hangman was a disaster and jumped and flopped around like a middle-aged dad. They coordinated for a bit with their practiced moves, well Coyote and Bob did. They rolled, twisted, wiggled, shimmied, and twerked the right body parts at the right times during the song.
Bob found YFN in the screaming crowd of men and women and he smiled at her. She cheered with a huge grin on her face as she watched him with eager eyes. He kept his focus on her as he removed his suspenders and shirt in time with the music and the women squealed, presumably when Hangman and Coyote revealed their six packs.
He laughed as Hangman, with ‘Toy Boy’ written across his chest in blue writing just like Nathan had in ‘One Tree Hill’, lost track of their dance and just started grinding himself on the stage in a valiant effort to look like Channing Tatum. Coyote and Bob kept moving with the music and Hangman joined back in when they turned around with their backs to the audience. As soon as the song mentioned butts, they ripped away their pants to loud shrieks and hoots.
Bob was actually enjoying himself and grinned at Coyote and Hangman as they shook their asses at the crowd. He knew he was in pretty good shape too, toned arms and abs with muscular thighs and a bubble bum, but he was packing something a little extra than the other two. Hangman winked at him when it was time to turn back around and face the crowd.
As soon as Nicki rapped about some dude named Michael with a dick bigger than a tower, they spun back around and started gyrating their hips. Bob’s adrenaline was pumping, so without really even thinking about it, he gripped his dick in his hand. The squeals and the screams from the crowd crammed into the small space of the Hard Deck, was deafening.
Bob snorted as Phoenix, Payback and Fanboy jumped up and down and screamed his name. Rooster woof whistled repeatedly, and Maverick put his head in his hands in both shock and embarrassment. YFN caught his eye and winked again and laughed breathlessly as the woman next to her gawked at him with an open mouth.
Their choreographed moves had finished, so they just danced freely around to the rest of the song. For Hangman that comprised of hip thrusts, white boy twerking, slut drops, and Bob yelped when he smacked him hard on the ass. Coyote moved around the stage suggestively and actually looked like a male exotic dancer. People threw money at him, and one woman even reached up and tucked a note into his trunks.
Hangman smirked and moved the cowboy hat from his head to Bob’s as he dry humped his leg. Bob snorted at him and whipped out some basic hip hop moves to the beat of the music. He locked it down, did some stick and rolls and happy feet, and walked it out. He knew his cock flopped around while he danced and even over the music, he heard the gasps and all kinds of things being shouted that caused him to blush heavily.
“Oh my god.”
“Holy shit.”
“Look at that thing.”
“Jesus christ.”
“Fuck me dead.”
Bob finished with a moonwalk before the attention became too much for him and he tried to fade into the background and let Coyote and Hangman keep the spotlight for the rest of the song. He smiled widely and laughed loudly at them while they tried to do the lift from dirty dancing as the music finished and they ended up as a pile of limbs on the stage.
He walked over and offered them both an arm and pulled them on their feet and they grabbed him in a huge hug as the crowd screamed and cheered. Hangman took their hands and forced Bob and Coyote into a dramatic bow and Bob doubled over in laughter when he blew kisses at Rooster who caught them in his palm and held them over his heart.
Phoenix jumped up and down like a small, excited child and Fanboy and Payback started a ‘Bob’ chant which took off and soon enough the whole bar rhythmically called out his name. He blushed an even deeper colour and suddenly felt very exposed, so he quickly found his shirt and put it back on leaving it open and took Hangman’s hat off his head and covered his junk.
“Hear that? They fucking love you Bobby!” Coyote shouted joyfully as he wrapped his arms around him.
Bob chanced a small look at the crowd and gave them a shy smile and a little wave. A large number of ‘awwws’ came from the women in the audience. He found YFN and winked at her and she beamed at him as she clapped her hands and chanted his name along with everyone else.
Hagman grabbed him and gave him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek as the crowd finally started to die down. “Told you. You’re as sexy as fuck!”
“Alright, alright, alright.” Hondo did his best Matthew McConaughey impression. “Settle down folks. It’s time to put your money where your mouth is and bid on these boys.”
Hangman was first up, and he copied his boyfriend’s move from earlier and did some push ups as the bids came from women and men, thick and fast. The winning bid of $1000 came from a very possessive Rooster, who jumped on stage and kissed Hangman deeply in front of everyone.
Bob laughed as Coyote went through a series of body building poses while Hondo opened the bidding for him. The winning amount was $890 from a very attractive woman who Coyote had been eyeing off earlier in the evening. Bob guessed the rule about no sex would be broken by the end of the night.
It was now his turn, and he was scared shitless. A small part of him still thought that no one would bid on him, and the other part was terrified of the thought of spending time with some random stranger.
“Now ladies and gents, we have our final date of the night. The very ah… surprising Lieutenant Bob Floyd. One of the finest WSO’s the navy has to offer who just so happens to be packing his very own AIM-9 sidewinder. Do I hear $100 to start?” Hondo laughed heartily.
Bob was mortified and stared at the floor as people shouted out their bids on him. He couldn’t bring himself to listen and nudged a piece of discarded clothing in front of him with the toe of his shoe.
“Pay attention baby. Your cock is making bank.” Hangman laughed.
He finally looked up, bidding was down to two guys and one girl, and they intensely traded large figures back and forth as Hondo tried to keep track. Bob looked for YFN, but she wasn’t standing where she had been earlier. He momentarily panicked when he couldn’t find her, he really needed her to bid on him.
“Two thousand, one hundred and twelve dollars and fifty-three cents!” a familiar female voice shouted loudly.
Bob’s eyes bugged out of his head, that was a lot of money. YFN stood on top of the bar smiling widely as she shook the wad of cash in her hand into the air.
“Holy shit. Sold!” Hondo exclaimed and hit his hand with the toy gavel.
Bob grinned at YFN, and her eyes flickered with heat as she bit her plump bottom lip. He groaned as he remembered what she wore under her dress and gripped tightly to Hangman’s hat that hid his hardening dick from view. He was absolutely going to break the auction’s no sex with a dagger rule.
Rooster stood on stage with his arms wrapped around Hangman. “Thank fuck she got him.” he sighed and sounded relieved.
Hangman chuckled at his boyfriend. “Yeah, that would have been so awkward.”
Bob was thrilled that his girlfriend had won him and not some random person but was surprised at their reaction to the outcome of the auction.
“Huh?” Bob wondered out aloud as he watched YFN hop off the bar and push her way through the people to get to the stage. He couldn’t wait to get that dress off her.
“We might have put together a little something for you and YFN. Just like Naley.” Rooster smirked.
“Season 1. Episode 8 baby.” Hangman grinned.
Bob rolled his eyes at their obsession with ‘One Tree Hill’. He racked his brain for what it could be; the dagger squad had made him watch so many episodes in a short space of time.
He grimaced when he remembered Nathan and Haley get married in season one. “Oh god. Please tell me you didn’t plan a wedding. I love YFN… but I haven’t even told her yet…”
The couple laughed at him. “Chill baby. It’s a scavenger hunt date, just like Brooke set up.” Hangman reassured him.
“You guys are so weird. But thank you. That’s sweet of you.” Bob said sincerely.
“We do everything with your best interests at heart Bob. Surely you know that by now. Now tell us more about how in love you are with YFN.” Rooster teased.
Bob smiled warmly at the couple. He had no idea how these idiots ended up as his friends and even though they tended to put him weird situations, it always seemed to work out well for him.
“I adore her. I know it’s quick. But I’m so in love with that woman.” he breathed dreamily.
“That’s good to know Magic Mike. Cause I happen to be in love with you too Bert.”
He froze at the sound of her voice from behind him. Hangman winked at him and grinned, and Rooster waggled his eyebrows and made kissy faces as they walked away.
Bob beamed at them as he felt YFN’s arms wrap around him from behind and her warm body press into his back.
Fucking Hangster.