Anyone for tennis?

A female bell hop showed Michael his room. He admired her body in it's tight dark green tunic and leg hugging pants, and found himself keeping track of her necklace, hoping it would turn green. In his room she showed him where everything was, and smiled prettily as she refused a tip, telling him that gratuities to staff should be made through a page on the resort's intranet.

Michael thanked her and watched her ass twitch out of the room, then carefully unpacked his luggage, as he thought about what to do first. He mulled several possibilities before the distinctive sound of tennis balls being struck came to his ear through his open window. He stepped out onto his balcony and found himself looking down at tennis courts.

He played tennis regularly, as well as racquetball and squash, and he smiled as he thought that a spirited game would be the best thing to limber the muscles that had stiffened during the flight. He checked the resort home page on the room's monitor and quickly found a tab for tennis. There were several open time slots, and he quickly booked one, at the same time hitting a tab that indicated he was seeking an opponent.

With that done he changed into shorts and a polo shirt and headed out to find the courts.