Brent, however, was also looking at Dale, who'd given Jeff the order to drop trou. Perhaps Brent doesn't know that Dale is actually a guy, Jeff thought. Or perhaps Brent was trying to assess Dale's interest in Jeff before butting in, so to speak.
Brent also zeroed in on Ophelia, the heavily muscled girl wrestler, and then Rhoda, the construction worker.
"On a scale of one to ten, how willing are you, Ophelia?" Brent asked the wrestler.
"Oh, about seven," she replied. "Maybe more if you explain what you have in mind."
"And you, Rhoda?" Brent asked the construction worker.
"Sorry, but four. I've been watching for a chance to whistle Dale over there."
"And you, Jeff?" Brent finally asked.
"Ten, but not in the butt, OK?" Jeff replied.
"Riiight," Brent agreed. "You wanna stay here and get a towel or go someplace else?"
"I guess here is fine," said Jeff with a slight tremor in his voice. This kind of experience was all new to him, and he didn't know what to expect. No one else had left the room, though, regardless of the act they had in mind. The air was getting musky.
"You folks wanna join us?" Brent asked Rhoda and Dale.
