Strip Mini Golf

“You’re kidding me right?” Amy looked at her best friend Tiff in disbelief.

“Not in the slightest.” She leaned on the counter and smirked.

“We can’t!”

“Why not?”

“So many reasons!” Amy almost started to list them off when a couple walked into the pro shop. Tiff stopped leaning against the counter and casually went back to looking at the shirts on the nearest clothing rack as the couple checked in for their tee time.

Amy and Tiff were best friends and roommates. They had both finished their Sophomore year and had just moved into their first apartment off campus a little over a month ago right after the semesters end. Instead of going home for the summer, now that they had a place to stay, they’d both gotten jobs at the local country club.

As the couple went out to collect their clubs and cart Tiff and Amy were alone again. The tall brunette retook her place leaning by the register. “You were saying?”

“It’s illegal!” Amy quickly listed of the first of the many reasons what her friend was suggesting was a bad idea.

“No it’s not. It’s private property.”

“We could get caught!”

“It’s a weeknight. The whole club closes at 10. By 11 not a soul will be around.”

“It’s… It’s… crazy!” Amy whispered the last word.

“Oh come on Ames! You can’t tell me you haven’t been going home every night this summer and been thinking about what it would be like to see Carson naked.”

“Shhhh!” Amy quickly silenced her friend. Her crush on Carson was a terribly kept secret among the workers of the club.

“He clearly wonders the same…” Tiff eyed her shorter friend. “And I personally would very much like to know what Clay is working with…”

Carson and Clay, like Tiff and Amy, also worked at the club and went to the same school though a year older. The four had been flirtatious all summer, but nothing so far had happened. Till Tiff and the guys had come up with this plan.

“Come on Tiff. Strip Mini Golf? Really?”

“Really!” Tiff’s eyes lit up to hear Amy just say the words. “It’s perfect. We all have closing shifts tonight. I close the restaurant. You close down the clubhouse. Carson the driving range, and Clay has to lock up the mini golf course. We will all be here!”

“Carson and I end at least an hour before you and Clay do.” Amy pointed out again hoping to talk her friend out of the idea.

“Perfect. You can go with him to pick up some booze.” Tiff smiled. Amy had to admit she was running out of ways to try and convince her friend without flat out saying no.

“Tiff I don’t know…”

“That’s ok. Don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do!” She said stepping back and putting her hands up in mock surrender. Amy softened.

“But I’m gonna do it. And we need a fourth… Bridget also closes tonight now that I think about it…”

“You wouldn’t.” It was Amy’s turn to lean forward at the mention of her bitter rival. Bridget was one of the life guards and was the same age as Amy and Tiff. There was plenty about her for Amy to hate. From her smug attitude to her perfect body that she got to show off in a bikini all day, with her long blonde hair it was enough to make any girl jealous. But it was her constant hitting on Carson that drove Amy over the edge.

“Fine. I’m in. What are the rules?”