I can't involve cheerleaders (less of them over here anyway, and to see them you need to want to watch sport) but the following might strike a chord.
A few years ago, my wife and I were attending a small rock/folk festival. At one point we moved to a sub-stage where Wild Willy Barrett was playing. The crowd was sparse (he deserved better) so we could stand 20 metres from the stage with only a few people between us and the stage.
Immediately in front of us, up against the stage, watching, was a singer and band leader from a band we had watched on the main stage an hour or so previously, with his girl friend. He spent the entire set fondling and patting/slapping her very fine bottom. It was clear that he was spanko, she probably was (no objections) and I concluded that those shorts would come down later and she would be properly spanked.
I think this is a variant of the "If I can't see them (the audience behind them), they can't see me!"
Geoffrey Stirling. |