Losing the Super Bowl 2019

When we got to our rooms, the beds were turned down... and the closets were locked. "Looks like we are supposed to remain naked all night," Charlotte said.

"Maybe you could practice your cheers naked in front of the mirror," I replied snidely and she turned a deep shade of red.

"You used to do that, didn't you?" I hissed at her and she turned even redder.

"I think I will go to sleep early tonight," she said, trying to sound like she was in control. Then she turned off the light and pulled the sheet up over her nude body.

***

I was awakened a little after sunup by a short scream. It wasn't really a scream, it was more of a yelp. Charlotte was standing in front of the closet staring in.

"They took our clothes," she said angrily. Then she held up something and said, "Do they really expect us to wear these?"

"Wear something else," I said from the bed without really looking at what she was holding.

"There is no something else!" Charlotte sputtered. "All our other clothes are gone. And there aren't any shoes." She looked at me and said, "And you've got the same outfit... more or less."

That got my attention. I jumped out of bed to join her at the closet. It was as bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard except for two identical- almost- cheerleader outfits. They looked like something out of the 1960's with short pleated skirts and a sweater top. One had a white skirt with a white top. Emblazoned across that top was the face and flag of the New England Patriots. The other had a dark blue top with a gold skirt. The giant horned LA Ram was on the sweater.

"Well," I said glumly, "at least you can tell who's is who's.

"Including the tights," Charlotte said, holding up two thick pairs of panties.

Mine was gold and someone had recreated the LA Ram facing forward so that its horns would be on my hips. The eyes of the ram faced forward just at my pubic bone. It looked like its mouth would be right over the slit between my legs. I would know for sure when I put them on.

Charlotte slipped her's on. Her's were white with the patriot's hat right along the top edge. His eyes were staring straight out from the top of her slight camel toe. His long chin disappeared between her legs.

"Let's go get breakfast," I muttered after I had put on the skirt and sweater. I contemplated just going out naked, but Ms Delia had obviously intended that we wear these, and as she said, our jobs... and perhaps the company itself... depended on it, so I padded down the hallway to the living room.

Both Charlotte and I were surprised to find that all of our girls were dressed almost identically to us. Their dresses were a tad longer, but the design was the same.

I walked up to the table and looked down at the girl sitting next to me. "I assume there is a ram charging between your legs," I said as I sat down.

The other side of the table began laughing as the girl turned a bright shade of red.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said with a laugh, and then turned to face the other side of the table. "And I assume," I said loudly and firmly, "that you are sitting on a patriot's chinny chin chin."

Several of the girls turned red; others laughed; one stood up and lifted her skirt. "Granny panties," she said disgustedly.

One of the girls on my side said snidely, "You could always take them off."

"No you can," came the reply.

"I have a better idea," Ms Pearson said with a smile. "You are backing a favorite team... or at least following the team choice of your leader. That is very loyal of you."

She gave a short laugh and said, "I gave you those outfits because thought I should make your loyalties visible." She laughed again and said, "When you get back, you will find that your positions in the office have been modified so you are now are the team you have chosen."

I could see two of the girls on the other side of the table look down.

Ms Pearson continued, "No shame in choosing a side. That's how life works. But what I want to see... no let me rephrase that... what I demand to see is loyalty. If you have chosen a side, that is your team. Stick with it. Win with it... or lose with it, but it is your team."

"So," Ms Delia said loudly, "let me hear it for the Patriots."

Charlotte's side of the table shouted loudly.

I jumped to my feet and yelled, "Let's hear it for the Rams!"

The rest of the table joined me in a screaming cheer of "Gooooo Raaaaammmms!"

I then sat down and glared at Charlotte. This was going to be so sweet when her precious Patriots lost.

"Back to the Patriot Panties," Ms Pearson said, taking a sip of her coffee. "What if you put your panties where your mouth is. Let's say two pair for a touchdown and one for a fieldgoal."

There was a flurry of conversation on both sides of the table. Ms. Pearson laughed. "For those of you not part of the accounting area, that means it would take five touchdowns or ten fieldgoals to leave you all comando.

After more muted conversation on both sides of the table, I spoke up loudly. "I'll take that bet on behalf of our section."

A couple of my girls yelped out "What!" but I hissed back, "Trust me. This will work out."

Charlotte stood up and said, "I accept that bet on behalf of my team." Two of her girls were very wide-eyed and looked like they wanted to run, but everyone remained seated and silent.

"Very good," Ms Pearson said. "Now all we have to do is wait for the game."

"But before you leave the table," Ms Delia said quickly, "you need to fill out your final score slips for the pool."

She held up a small piece of paper. "There is a square that says Rams next to it," she explained, "and a square that says Patriots, and a place for your name. Put your prediction of the final score on the sheet, seal it, and drop it into the glass tube on the edge of the fireplace. The only way to open that tube is to break it, which we will do at the end of the game."

"What do we get if we win?" one of the girls asked.

"Let's let that be a surprise," Ms Pearson said. There was something about the way she looked at Ms Delia as she said that which bothered me, but I wasn't sure why.

As the game approached, the ranchhands brought in two small, heavily padded risers and set them up in a V shape in front of the huge TV. Another even smaller set of risers with no padding filled in the top of the V. You could easily see the TV from the risers, but the best seats were the two recliners which the ranchhands moved to the top of the small risers at the peak of the V. Those two seats were obviously for Ms Pearson and Ms Delia.

I chose to sit in the bottom row on our side and Charlotte sat in the bottom row on her side. There was enough room for everyone to sit and lead back against the next row if no one was sitting behind you. As I looked at my girls sitting evenly spaced on the comfy cushions, I couldn't help but think that they looked a lot like chess pieces on a board. That thought worried me for a moment, but then I let it pass.

All of the girls- including me- had been drinking pretty heavily as the day wore on. By the time the game actually began, several of them were sitting very loosely on the thick cushions. Looking over at Charlotte's side, I could see several Patriots staring back down at me from between wide spread legs. No doubt, Charlotte could also see Ram's eyes staring back at her.

Just before the coin toss, Ms Delia said, "Why don't you girls lead your sections in a cheer for your team. It would show team spirit."

I jumped to my feet and turned to my feet and yelled, "Ram them, Ram them, Butt them in the ass!" It was a really stupid cheer, and as soon as I said it, I realized I was a lot less sober than I thought I was.

My girls yelled with me and then laughed. Charlotte's girls stood and cheered together, "Patriots, Patriots, they always win. They slaughter the goats again and again."

That wasn't a really great cheer either, but at least it showed that our side weren't the only ones drinking a little too much.

We won the coin toss, which brought a few cheers, but the first quarter was basically boring. No one even got close to scoring. "This is going to be a low scoring game," I said dejectedly at the end of the quarter.

"I don't think so," Charlotte said. "I'll bet that we get at least two touchdowns more than you."

"You're giving me fourteen points?" I said back. What's the bet.

"Twelve points," she replied, "and..." She looked around. "The loser... and her whole section... has to do two laps around the house naked." She smiled at me and said, "Outside, in the snow."

The Pats were supposed to be the underdog for this game so I said, "I'll take that bet."

There were a bunch of yelps behind me, so I quickly turned and said, "Don't worry. We're going to win. And if they squeak by, it won't be by two touchdowns."

We took advantage of the time between the quarters and got more to eat and drink. It looked like the second quarter was going to be as boring as the first until the Patriots made the almost idiotic decision to try a field goal from behind the forty yard line.

"No way that's going to make it," I said loudly as they brought out the kicker.

"Double the panty bet?" Charlotte said. "Two and four?"

"Your're on," I snapped back.

Maybe I should have waited just a moment or two, because Gostkowski put the football between the upright from forty-two yards out.

"Leader goes first," Ms Delia said from her chair at the top of the V. "Then whoever is second in command in the group."

"OK," I said slowly as I slid my tights to the ground and then kicked them over at Charlotte. June, who seemed to handle things when I wasn't around said, "Thanks a lot, boss," and kicked her panties over at the other side.

It went into the half-time still at 3 - 0. The half-time show was OK, but not spectacular. As we were refilling our plates and our drinks, Charlotte and I ended up at the buffet table at the same time. "I'm going to love watching you run around in the snow naked," she said with a smile. "Pity it's so warm this weekend."

"Want to double that bet too?" she asked.

"I don't think that the Patriots will even get two touchdowns," I said haughtily. "I think that if they don't, it should be your section making a couple laps in the snow."

She laughed and said loudly, "Lets make it ten laps. If your team doesn't get at least two touchdowns, you have to do ten laps in the snow."

"I'll take that bet," I said loudly. One of my girls was across the table from me and she said, "We'd better win. I hate the cold, but I would love seeing them running naked through the snow."

There was a lot more cheering as the third quarter started. Having something at stake evidently helped the girls get even more into the game. It looked like we might get into scoring position a couple of times, but things fizzled. Then the Rams decided to try a fieldgoal from south of the fifty yard line.

"Want to double the panty bet again?" Charlotte said with a grin.

"Damn straight!" I shot back.

The gasps from my girls had hardly finished when Zuerlein popped it fifty-three yards through the uprights making it a 3-3 game. My girls laughed and giggled as Charlotte and three of her section slid their Patriot panties to their feet and kicked them over to our side.

There were only seven minutes left on the clock and I was starting to think that it might go into overtime when the Patriots drove to the goal line and Gostkowski pushed it over the for the touchdown to make it 10-3, Patriots.

"That's eight pairs of panties," Charlotte yelled over at me.

I looked up at my girls. Dorothy seemed the most scared, so I said, "You can keep your's for now." The rest of the girls huffed and kicked their panties over to the Patriot's side.

"What happens if they score again?" June said in a worried tone of voice.

Charlotte must have heard her because she said, "Then we get your skirts!"

Dorothy started whimpering and I snapped at her, "Put on your big girl panties!"

Charlotte yelled over, "While you still have them."

I thought we might score with about four minutes left, but that, like everything else the Rams had tried, fizzled out.

We had the ball at two minutes, so there was still some hope, but nothing happened.

New England took over with a minute sixteen left and punched in a forty-one field goal.

"Two pairs of panties," Charlotte yelled. Then she said, "Oh, that's right, there's only one pair of panties left on your side. That means we get your skirt, Charlene."

Dorothy was practically crying now, but she shucked off her panties and threw them over to the other side. Everyone was staring at me as I opened the zipper on my skirt and let it fall to the ground.

The Rams tried to score, but their forty-eight yard field goal failed with only eight seconds on the clock. The final score was Patriots 13, Rams 3.

"We won," Charlotte said loudly. "Time to pay off all your bets."

"Wait a minute," Ms Delia said as she started walking down the riser from her chair. "You gave Charlene twelve points and if my math is right, thirteen minus three is ten."

Our side started cheering loudly.

"And you," Delia continued, looking at me, "promised that the Rams would get at least two touchdowns."

"You both lose," Ms Pearson said from her chair. She paused and said, "I guess we will have to determine the winner by who was closest in the pool."

She started walking down the riser and called out, "Darlene!"

One of the ranchhands hurried in with a large bucket. Miss Delia took the glass tube from where it had been on the fireplace and smacked it against the side of the bucket. We could hear the glass shattering as it broke open. The ranchhand then reached in to the bucket and scooped out all of the slips.

"There's no way any of us can win," June said. "One of them has to be closest to the final score."

"You never know," Ms Pearson said. "One of your girls might have played both sides of the street."

None did. Ms. Delia carefully set aside all of the slips which called for the Rams to win. Surprisingly there were twelve of them.

"I let my heart control my head," Ms Delia said. "I've always had a soft spot for the Rams."

She then began to read out the slips. "Twenty-eight to zero," she said and Charlotte looked down and turned slightly red. The next slip was seventeen to seven. That actually remained closest as slip after slip was read. Finally there was only one slip left.

"This is interesting," Ms. Delia said. She held up the slip and said loudly, "Patriots 13, Rams 3."

"Wow!" Charlotte exclaimed, turning to her girls, "one of you really nailed it."

"I'm afraid they didn't," Ms. Delia said. "This is Ms Pearson's slip."

"It looks like I win," Ms Pearson said as she walked down to join Ms Delia at floor level.

"That means that both of you lose," she said firmly. "And I believe that the bet involved something about running naked through the snow."

Ms Deliah stood beside her and said, "You can't really run laps around the house because of the fencing and the terraces, but I'm sure that the sleigh trails will do just as nicely."

"Everyone to the garage," Ms Pearson said firmly. "And you can leave your clothes here."

Charlotte and I looked at each other but then she pulled her sweater over her head and unzipped her skirt. All I had on was my sweater, so I pulled it over my head and let it drop to the floor.

"What do you think she will do?" Charlotte asked as we followed one of the ranchhands down the hallway toward the garage.

"I have no idea," I replied.

Actually I sort of thought that Ms Pearson was going to have us run in the woods for a short way while she followed in a Jeep or a snowmobile.

I was partially right. She was going to follow us, but it was going to be in a sleigh and we were going to be pulling it.

"Everyone get your shoes and belts on," Ms Delia said sharply. "The ranchhands will help you."

The outside of the shoes were weirdly shaped so that they looked almost like a deer's hoof and the inside was shaped like a really tall high heel. The belt was about six inches wide and had D rings on both sides of it... except mine. Mine had a strange looking catch or something in the middle of my back.

"Charlene's team will be pulling me," Ms Delia said. "Charlotte's team will be pulling Ms Pearson."

The ranchhands directed the girls into the strange traces attached to the sled. There were three poles which attached by chains to the front of the sled. My girls were directed between the poles and attached to them with short chains. The center pole stuck out slightly in front of the others. The strange clasp on the back of my belt attached to the front of that pole.

"It would be best if you wore gloves to prevent frostbite," Ms Pearson said after we were all in the traces. The ranchhands hurried around pushing strange, hoof-shaped gloves onto our hands.

"Hold them up in the proper position,"Ms Delia said. "You want to look good for the other animals as we run through the forest."

"You forgot the sleigh bells," Ms Pearson said.

When the ranchhands returned I could hear the tinkling of a bunch of small bells. I heard several gasps and grunts behind me, but I couldn't turn to see what was going on. Then the ranchhand grabbed my left breast and clamped a bell to my nipple. She quickly repeated that for my right breast.

"Now all we need is the leader's hat," Ms Pearson said. A ranchhand came and stood in front of me with a strange-looking black leather helmet. There were several long, black feathers sticking straight up from the top of it.

"Bend slightly," the ranchhand said and I did. She put the helmet over my head and buckled the straps under my chin. A quick look to the left showed me that Charlotte had a similar helmet, but with white leather and white feathers. It wasn't until I saw her feathers that I realized that I and all my girls had black belts while Charlotte and her girls had white. I hadn't even noticed that Ms Pearson's sleigh was white, while Ms Delia's was black.

"Open," the ranchhand said, and I opened my mouth. She pressed a stiff piece of leather into my mouth and clipped it to the helmet on both sides. Another ranchhand handed her something and she clipped it to the end of the piece of leather. Then she clipped something to the other end of the piece.

"Those are the reins," Ms Delia said to me. "You are the leader of your section. They will follow you as we run. But I will be at the other end of the reins. I will tell you when to turn and when to stop." She came closer to me and smiled. "The whip will tell you when to go and when to go faster."

She then walked back to get into her sleigh. After Ms Pearson got into her sleigh, she called out, "Forward," and snapped a long whip. From the way Charlotte jumped, it either snapped right behind her or hit her on the ass.

Ms Delia also called out forward. I heard the sharp snap of the whip and felt a sudden sting in my left ass cheek. I didn't make a conscious decision, but I started running. The bit in my mouth was directing me out onto a snowpacked trail that led toward the forrest. I don't know how long we ran, but I- and all of the girls- were dead tired before we got back to the ranchhouse. We also now understood fully the true order of power and authority in our office. I was in charge of my section, but Ms Deliah and Ms Pearson held the reins... and the whip.

"There is a sauna and a large hot pool," Ms Delia said as we pulled back into the garage. "I would advise using them before going off to bed."

"And tomorrow," Ms Pearson said, "we are going to use the big sleigh with two leaders and three columns of fillies. Then the leaders will learn to work together."

"Looks like Ms Pearson has figured out a way to get us to work together," I said to Charlotte as we walked into the sauna.