She stretched her leg, and bent over, then stood up, stretching her shoulders. She leaned left and right, raising one arm and then the other. Shantae put a hand on her hip, then raised her leg. She reached behind her head, adjusting her ponytail a little bit.

And then, she picked up the racket, gripped it with both hands, and swung it lightly. She swung the racket to the left, and then to the right. Then she sped up her swings, and then jumped up and down.

The half-genie grabbed a cup of water, and sipped it, then wiped some sweat off her forehead.

Shantae rotated her shoulders a little bit, then she looked at herself in a mirror, and checked her makeup. Shantae smiled at her reflection, then she put the mirror away, and slung the racket over her shoulder. Breathing slowly, she looked around at the field, and held the racket. Shantae closed her eyes, composing herself, and her focus.

"Okay, Shantae. You ready?"

She heard the cameraman, and opened her eyes, showing some confidence. She held her tennis racket gently, and winked to her small audience. Shantae was good as ready. 'Okay, let's do this...'

The half-genie untied the bundle of her robe, and tossed it off, revealing the bikini that accentuated her body. She kicked her sandals off, and stepped out onto the field, with her racket ready. She blew a kiss, then she stepped into her side of the court. The camera was on her, and Shantae was good to go.

Bikini genie tennis, that was going to turn a few heads, wasn't it?

A few more steps, and she was in the middle of the arena, close to the tennis net. Shantae held the racket with both hands, getting ready for the ball to come. The tennis launcher fired, and the ball came in her direction. Shantae moved to the side, and swung the racket to intercept, sending the green-colored tennis ball in another direction.

Close by, the tennis score board flashed, showing Shantae's current score of 1. She was doing well.

Her next tennis ball came, and Shantae dove in with the racket, only to wind up missing. She rose to her feet, dusting off her midriff and fixing the knots on her bikini while her ponytail waved. Shantae picked the racket up, and winked at the camera, telling everyone that she was doing alright. The canned audience oohed and ahhed.

Shantae turned her focus back towards the tennis launcher, seeing the next ball. She ran to the other side to intercept, and twirled with the grace of a dancer, holding the racket still, and smacked the ball away. Now, her score was up to 2.

Without batting an eye, she turned around to flash a wink with a hand on her hip as a camera flashed. Then she wheeled around, the racket raised, just as another tennis ball came her way.

POW! She struck home, sending the ball through the court until she was at 3.

Shantae stretched her legs, and twirled the racket, breathing air into her half-genie lungs. The camera continued to watch her, and she kept her eye on when the next ball would come. She leaped forward, swinging the racket, and smacking the next ball over the net. A sparkling glow surrounded Shantae and her ponytail danced, then she hovered into the air.

Already, she could see so many people looking at the pictures and watching the video. Oh, she was smiling as she thought of her fans and the boys, who had such wild imaginations when they thought of her beauty.

Another tennis ball came her way, Shantae stood ready. She breathed deeply, then she swung the racket as hard as she could, the ball bounced off the moving pad and flew high until it landed in one of the bleachers. Shantae's score was up to a four, she jumped up and down, then swung the racket again and hit the next ball.

Five to zero.

The whistle blew, and Shantae turned to face the cameraman, she placed her hand on her hip with a dreamy smile as the camera flashed. She flashed a wink, then sat down on the ground, laying on her side in an attractive position while another photo was taken.

"Nice job, Shantae." The cameraman said to her, "Wait until this is online."

Shantae smiled and stood, holding the racket behind her neck as she posed for another picture. And then, she snapped her fingers, wishing for another tennis game. The next tennis ball came her way, with Shantae swinging the racket, hitting it high. She watched it go, then she moved to intercept and strike the next ball...

The End