Championship Half Time

Half time was sounded and the team headed for the locker room. Coach Reed was **** for a win. He turned to Leah, who he had dragged into the lockerroom with him as the refs called for half-time. He directed his assistant coach to ream the defensive line out for screwing up so many plays as he took Leah to the side.

“Leah…I…there is something I am gonna ask you.” he looked around desperation in his eyes.

“What…what is it?” Leah asked, her voice hushed.

"I know this is a lot to ask, but we really need this win. I need this win.”

“Well what can I do?” Leah looked puzzled.

“Do you think you could…ummm….motivate…some of my key guys?” Coach Reed asked awkwardly.

“Ummm like with a pep talk?” Leah was a bit confused.

“No, no…like ‘motivate’ them…if you know what I mean.” He said touching her arm sensually.

“What!?” Leah asked stunned.

“Look, its not a big deal—they are all seniors. Nothing illegal about it. Besides no one will know. I promise. Come on. If you do I will be sure to put in a good word with Mr. Howard and the school board when it comes time for tenure. Please…?”

Leah wasn’t quite sure how to respond. She stood there for a moment in shock. Before she could answer either way Coach Reed tried to clarify for her.

“Look,” he said getting energized that she hadn’t just flat out refused immediately “I will get you and my key players in a room—you ummm...motivate them—they will motivate the rest of the team. We only have about 20 minutes before have to go back out. What do you say?”