Chapter 5

Mike headed for the truck they were using for videoing, and Matt, Jon’s younger brother was in charge of all of it.

‘Hey Matty boy, need a favour.’ Matt hated what Mac called him, but he’d tried and failed to get him to stop. Matt frowned as his brother and friends all piled in with Mac.

‘What’s goin on guys?’

‘Is Bo on camera three?’ Mac asked this camera was situated half way down the stadium for panning shots.

‘Yeah, why?’ He felt he was being left out of something.

Mike grabbed the mic and shouted for Bo, whose southern drawl finally came through. ‘Do me a favour Bo, put your camera on for me.’ The screen in front of them came on, giving them a view of the damn floor.

Matt snickered, ‘Well you asked him to put it on! You need to be specific with Bo.’

Mike rolled his eyes and sighed, ‘Now Bo I need ya to aim the camera towards the stage.’ The camera flew up and aim straight to the stage, better, ‘Now Bo there are people in front of the stage, I need you too pan to your, hold on.’

‘Mark, which side of the stage is Lucky on? If you’re looking toward the stage, not from where you are.’ Mark could be a smartass too.

‘Left.’ Came the short reply.

‘Bo, look to your left, you’re looking for a tall woman, dark hair, with a….’

Bo interrupted him, ‘Y’all mean that hot woman that Marks droolin over, man she’s mighty fine tall drink of water.’

David perked up, so Mac was telling the truth, he needed to see this ‘tall drink of water’ now!

‘That’d be the one, now can you put her up on screen for us?’ In a blink of an eye Bo zoomed in on Lucky, but the fucker didn’t give them a full view of her, hell no that’d be easy! No he zoomed in on her feet, taking in the heels of the cowboy boots she was wearing, then he slowly crawled the camera up her jean clad legs.

By now the air in the truck was getting a tad warm, and it wasn’t just David holding his breath. When Bo reached her pert jean clad butt several groans echoed off the walls. Then jeans gave way to flesh, just a strip, but it caused men to shift. David noted he could see what possibly could be ink showing. The camera moved on, it took in the bare expanse of back showing between little sparkly things holding her bloody red top together.

David licked his lips, picturing himself licking from neck to the bottom of her spine, shit he’d not even seen the woman close up, and he’d got a raging hard on!

‘Fuck me, I feel like a peeping tom, damn that Bo is good!’ Richie said, salivating at what was unfolding before them. Hell if she was a David girl he was one lucky bastard! Her legs seemed to go on for ever! And she was curvy, real curves, damn!

The camera continued to pan up her back, and flesh was suddenly covered as Lucky flicked her hair over her shoulder! Chocolate coloured hair covered her now from just above the waist. David thought he’d died and gone to heaven, her hair was so long and soft looking. His fingers itched to sift it between them.

Finally the camera reached her head, then pulled backwards so she all came into full focus, so they could see her head to toe, hell what a package.

‘Damn Davy!’ Was all Jon said.

But David was still unsure; she could still look like a dog, but with shit hot curves! ‘Get her to turn to the camera.’ Was all he growled out to Mike; who snickered.

‘Bo, I want you to be tight on her face, she’s gonna turn for ya bud.’ Then he talked to Mark, ‘Mark y’all need to get Lucky to turn into Bo’s camera for me.’

‘How the fuck..’

‘Find a way.’ Mike bit back.

All the men in the booth continued to watch the back of her head in anticipation!