Five, twenty something year old young professionals, of diverse backgrounds are enjoying the Friday evening, once-a-week wind down at their favourite pup.
“I couldn't believe it. There she was on her knees, right in front of me, having picked up the papers, guys I am telling you, the site of her baby blues looking up at me! I almost blew a nut right then!”
From tall and handsome across the table, “Anyone can get a woman to drop to knees if he knows how to play the game.”
“Sure, super stud, you always say you can get a woman to do anything, hell, I'll make you a bet that you can't get two women to drop to their knees in front of you in the next week, if you don't pay them to do it.”
“Tell you what losers, I will bet any of you guys that can I get more women to drop to their knees in front of me over the next week than any of you can.”
The lawyer of the group piped up, “You know this could be fun but we need some ground rules. Like, you can't pay them, it can't be a prelude to sex, she has to do it by her own choice and you need proof that she did it in front of you.”
“How do we prove it? Have a witness?” “A witness? No, a photo would be best.”
From Donnie, the smallest and least likely of the five to win anything involving women piped up, “How? How could you get anyone to agree to that! First talk, talk them into it and second letting you take a pic of her on her knees in front of you? How?”