They Follow Holly

Holly led Gemma & Paul to a large mudpit with a full size goal at one end. Gemma looked extremely worried when she saw the mud.

“Now Paul,” Said Holly, “All you have to do is score a penalty past your lovely wife Gemma and you get to choose which of the three options you go for. But if you don’t get it past the keeper, then Gemma gets to decide. And of course there will be a keeper. Gemma, have you ever played in net before?”

Gemma just shook her head before at Holly urging, removing her heels and gingerly walking into the mudpit to the centre of the goal. The mud spurting up over her ankles with every step. At least she was wearing trousers she thought as she walked, although she noted that the black pants & sparkly tank top combo were not the best choice of clothing for this game.

“Now the first decision has to do with your drinking, as according to Gemma you like to drink a pint or ten,” continued Holly, “Option 1: You will have a breathalyser attached to your keys, not the car keys, but your house keys, so that you will not be allowed in the house if you’ve been drinking, Option 2: We deliver 15 crates of beer to your house so you don’t have to go out and drink you can invite all the guys round and Gemma can’t complain. Or Option 3: Gemma gets a barrel of larger poured over her right here. I think I know what the audience wants, but you have to score your goal first, so good luck.”

Paul sets the ball down at the edge of the pit, he looks down and sees that he’s going to get his shoes & bottom of trousers wet anyway shrugs his shoulders and kicks the ball to Gemmas right, Gemma sticks a leg out but doesn’t make it and ends up on her knees, the entire bottom half of her legs covered in the mud.

“So Paul, which option do you want?” asked Holly.

Paul turned towards the audience “What do you guys think?” smiling her turned to Gemma, “Sorry babe but it gotta be option 3”

The two beauticians return to the stage this time pushing trolley on which is a huge barrel of beer. They motion for Gemma to stay on her knees as they lift the barrel over her head and start to pour. They pour slowly so it takes a good 30 seconds to empty the barrel as Gemma is drenched in the cold sticky, fizzy liquid. She mouthed an obscenity at her husband which the audio doesn’t pick up, but Paul is looking overjoyed.