Tennis Whites
Dick was regretting his decision to not play squash with Eduardo any more. In spite of being a really bad sport and the explosive temper, he at least, had been a challenge.
It seemed that he had, out of nowhere, become the best squash player at the club. It seemed outrageous to him that he, a professional non-professional, had surpassed all the men that played the sport as a business tool.
He didn't play with women, sure he always got a workout, but it never improved his game...
Plus he was tired of trying to keep track of which entitled rich bitch he had fucked already.
He took the long way to the car. Around back by the tennis courts. The dull thump thwacks filling the air. He'd heard the noise a million times;, time he hadn't spent in the ocean or at a party had been spent here at the club.
He liked watching tennis, but he hated to play it. It was a lot of back and forth which would have gotten boring if he had ever watched it for the actual game and not for the worshiping of tennis whites.
It was a club rule, tennis whites, it gave the game a more elegant blah blah blah.
A loud feminine grunt blasted across his body and he paused. The sound had done something for him on a biological level.
He turned to look down the small hill towards the caged courts, if he was lucky he'd be able to get in there before she was tainted by that Italian pro. He expected to find one of the fine tall blonde specimens that loved the idea of tennis more than actually playing. They liked the way the tennis whites looked with their long flowing hair and spent the majority of the lessons with Geo's arms around them.
The girl was shorter than he expected, she ran easily to the far side of the court and returned a rally with a strange kind of caged aggression that seemed vaguely familiar.
Geo, the pro, was standing on the wrong side of the chain link, looking on, watching as the girl rallied with a practiced rage against Sonia the sleek Russian girl who had a taste for the ladies as far as he could tell.
I mean why wouldn't she want to have sex with me?
He settled into the spot next to Geo and watched the rally, trying to get a clear view of the woman's face.
The rest of her body was great, tight and lean, but he hadn't gotten a clear look at her face. Although, when she bent down to pick up a missed rally he was fairly certain that it didn't really matter.
"Is she new?" He asked Geo quietly.
"She's been a member for a couple of months now." There was a look in Geo's eyes as he watched her, it was hunger.
"She plays tennis and hasn't fallen into your bed yet?" He couldn't help but laugh at the forlorn look on the man's face.
"She said if I didn't want to lose my fat bank account that I needed to keep my hands to myself."
"Oh? She married?"
"No. And Sonia's been laying it on thick and getting nowhere with her either so I just don't know. I mean what woman would threaten to hack into my financials and let certain people know..." He trails off, "certain things..."
He actually knew a couple women like that, but he had seen Veronica on the high school dance squad and she hadn't had a body like that, and Mac well... that was just ridiculous.
Mac wasn't an athletic kind of girl. Although she had looked pretty fit the few times he'd seen her since she'd apparently thrown her lot in with Ronnie.
The girl grunted again, sending the ball down into the court just outside of Sonia's reach. The noise rocked across his body again and sped up his heart rate.
It made no sense, the feelings shooting across him at the noise. It wasn't even a sexualized noise. He could picture that body tangled up in his sheets, her chest heaving just like that, he just needed to see her face to know if he wanted to seal the deal.
She had a shock of dirty blonde hair that kept flopping into her face, obscuring her from him.
It was a strange haircut, especially for the club, he'd only really seen it on Mac before...
He narrowed his eyes at her, dragging his gaze over her body looking for something to put his mind at ease. He didn't want to fuck Mac, but he absolutely wanted to fuck this girl.
"Mac!?" He yelled out trying to get the girl to face him. Please let me be wrong. Please please please.
The girl turned to the fence to look at him. It was, without a doubt, Mac.
"You know her?" Geo asks surprised.
"Yeah...we went to school together..." He doesn't take his eyes off Mac as she motions to Sonia to pause and starts over to the fence separating them.
She leans her racquet against the bench and picks up a water bottle.
"I don't know why I'm so surprised. We were bound to run into each other sooner or later." Her voice is low, dark and breathless.
God, can she always sound like that please?
"I didn't know you were a member..." He doesn't even pretend to not to check her out. His gaze is heavy and glued to the heaving of her chest and the length of her legs.
"The tennis courts are good and I got a discount on my dues from my job at Kane." Her eyes dart to Geo, and he pushes slightly on the man's arm to dislodge him from the area.
Geo just shakes his head slightly and moves around the fence towards Sonia leaving them alone.
"Are all the pros at the club so sex starved?" She asks setting the water bottle down, she's leaning in towards the fence, towards him.
He lets out a bark of laughter and is surprised to see a small smile flit across her face at the sound.
"You getting tired of all the attention?"
"I just want a good workout, but all they seem to want to help me work out is my pelvis." She rolls her eyes and it must be then that she notices his racquet, "You play squash?"
"Uh yeah." He looks down as if to confirm that he does. She seems to be steering the conversation, but he can't tell where exactly she's trying to steer it.
"Is it hard?"
He can't help the smirk that pulls across his face at that. He opens his mouth to tell her just how hard it is when she asks something that stops the words on his tongue.
"You are good right?" She looks up at him with dark blue eyes and he's fairly certain that she isn't talking about squash anymore...or possible ever?
"Very."
It's the correct answer no matter what she's actually talking about.
"Can you teach me?"
