One On Two.
 
 
          I was working as a reporter for my local paper when I was given the assignment to interview a pair of basketball players from a visiting national team. I was still quite junior at that point and was assured it was a very important job, though I wasn’t really looking forward to it; I had no particular interest or knowledge of sports and felt I had been given a bum deal.

          I arranged to meet the two men later that evening at their hotel room and tried to decide on what sort of questions I would ask them. Later that day I was at home trying to pick an outfit for the interview. I am very slim with long blonde hair and a fairly decent bust and I wanted to look professional but not too business like or feminist, I wanted to show I could be sexy as well.

          I chose a plain white blouse and knee-length grey pencil skirt; my shoes had a modest heel and were the perfect balance between business woman and socialite. I wasn’t sure whether to wear my glasses or not but in the end realised that I had to, I was more or less blind without them; and this was work after all.

          I don’t normally wear a lot of make up and plumped for a fairly muted red lipstick and a slight dusting of pale grey eye shadow, the colour of which really brought out the blue of my eyes. A couple of spritzs of the perfume my boyfriend had bought me for Christmas and I was ready to go. I called a cab, made sure I had everything I needed and at last set off.

          I arrived at the hotel and it was a modest three star affair. I gave the names of the two men at the desk and was given their room number. I took the lift to the third floor, and smoothing down my skirt and reorganising my hair I knocked lightly on the door. The door opened and I was greeted by the biggest black man I had ever seen. He must have been at least six feet ten and built like a doorman.

          “You must be Andrea,” he said in a deep, Southern American accent, “come in please.” I walked into the room and sat on one of the twin beds was another enormous black man.

          “Hey.” He said, another American and I replied with a slightly nervous “Erm, hello.” They introduced themselves as Anton and Michael and bid me to sit down in a small arm chair by the window.