The tennis continues

You take a seat on the side of the court. People are pretty well spread out cause both Scarlett and Bec have started at the same time. You watch the warm up, which was only done cause Scarlett and been off the court for the last 20 minutes and gone cold. The girl she was playing was one of the others who'd played Bec and Flick so you hadn't seen much of her but based on the little you had seen she looked pretty good.

You sit and watch the first game, the other chick is serving, she's probably a little taller than you and has a good serve. Her plan seems similar to the way you play Scarlett, essentially pulling her out wide and trying to **** her lack of reach. While it's a good plan its something Scarlett is fairly familiar with so you feel like she's gonna be alright.

The first game is tight with a lot of long rallies. You notice that the longer the rallies go the more Scarlett seems to struggle but if she gets on top early she seems to be able to take control of points. The game goes to deuce and unfortunately the other girl finds a couple of good serves in a row and closes out the first game.

A grumpy looking Flick sits down next to you and drops her voice to a whisper. “So apparently these bitches figured they'd try to rig their players in order to win.”

“They what?” you question, not really understanding what she means.

“Take a look at the chick Bec's playing, she's crap. This chick here was their number one last year and for whatever reason has decided she would put herself as number 2 so she can win. Makes me mad.” She says this and then grumpily gets up and moves back to the other court to watch Bec.

You have a look at Bec's game and after a few points its pretty clear that she's not playing their best player. You don't understand why they'd bother, especially in just a trial game. Maybe if they thought both their number 1 and 2 would lose? But the way their manager was talking they seemed pretty confident they would win. You continue to sit thinking about this when your opponent plonks herself down on the seat next to you.

“Hey, Isabel right? You're fucking good for a number three, I'm Maya.”

“Hey Maya, yeah I like to think I should be number 2 but this bitch beat me during the week, so she moved up.” You gesture to Scarlett who is fortunately down the other end and out of earshot.

“Ah yeah our teams spots are pretty much set so we don’t often play off, we sorta bitched it a bit this week and swapped our number one and two. Georgie here didn’t wanna play Bec again after last year so she convinced our number two to swap. Poor girl’s regretting it now though.”

You both glance over at Bec’s court as the USC player groans after Bec crushes another winner down the line. Poor girl’s in way over her head and she knows it. “So she played Bec last year and it didn’t go well?”

“Yeah Bec was pretty well known amongst the teams last year as being unbeatable and then even more well-known after presentations for other reasons.” Maya kinda trails off as she seems uncertain whether you are aware of what went on.

“Uhh yeah I’d heard, but I was never actually sure if that was true, you mean she actually, seriously got paddled over the backside by a wooden spoon.”

“Yeah and by Tiffany West, chick’s a total bitch. Bec was the only person to beat her last year and she was furious. I swear to god she nearly broke the spoon and full credit to Bec of not crying cause it looked fucking rough and with everyone watching if it was me I’d have died or at least never picked up a racket again.”

Your mouth hangs open in confusion “So everyone just stands around and watches someone get hit by a wooden spoon and no one says shit.”

“You’ll find there’s a lot of shit that goes on and apparently has been going on for a long time. A wooden spooning isn’t even that bad, I’ve heard some of the shit the cheerleaders get up to and holy shit. Girls are mean. But yeah apparently this shits been going on for as long as anyone can remember and the few times someone has tried to run out or avoid it they been tracked down later and videos have emerged and been uploaded to Pornhub and the like. Your girl did the right thing by taking her spooning. Obviously none of it happens out in the open but don’t assume the staff don’t know about it, most are aware, some even participate.”

“Wow, sounds wild. Anything I should know?” You’re now only half paying attention to Scarlett’s game as you're hit by the revelation that apparently the ladies in sports teams get up to some shit.

“Haha, I reckon you'll find out pretty quick. Since your team sucked last year there will probably be a few girls from other schools that bet they will beat you or things like that. Some of them like the added pressure of playing with their ass on the line, literally, but lots will just make comments about Bec. Just make sure you don’t make any bets with the girls from Bond uni. I mean you’re good and all but they won things last year and as much as I'm sure Bec wants **** on Tiffany I’ve heard of her doing a whole lot worse to girls than hitting them with a spoon.”

“Oh right, I'll.. keep that in mind.” Naturally you had no intention of listening to this girl’s warning. You were already making plans and it sounds like Tiffany will be your target.

Your attention goes back to the game as you see the girls changing ends. Its 3-2 to Scarlett and she is up a break of serve. The other girl is good but unfortunately for her Scarlett is wise to her tactics and has played it many times before. You give her a reassuring smile as she passes and her look suggests she's confident. You watch the first point and predictably the other girl swings a serve out wide but Scarlett is ready for it, stepping in and taking the ball early she punches it down the line and plays out the rest of the point putting away an easy volley.

You smile, confident that Scarlett is going to take this, you are still a little curious about what Maya said so you decide to ask a little more. “So Maya, do you and your team make any of these bets?”

“Pfft, you've seen us, you know I'm not good enough to be betting my ass on anything. That said we were pretty confident we'd win today only cause of how much your team sucked last year. Good thing none of us talked crap when we rolled in haha.” She makes a joke of it but she squirms a little awkwardly in her seat, suggesting she probably thought about it.

You smile politely and almost push the conversation a little further when you are interrupted by a voice. “YES COME ON!”

You look back to the court and Scarlett has just broken serve. Shes on top and she knows it. The other girl is decidedly mad, clearly she thought she'd dodge Bec and pick up an easy win and much to her disappointment not only is she herself going to lose but the entire team is getting cleaned up.

Your polite smile grows to a look of pride as you keep watching and Scarlett closes out the match 6-3. She comes off the court and she's beaming, you direct her over to where you and Sam had a chat which was a good idea cause she's a little fired up.

“Did you see that fucking bullshit, they purposely threw their match against Bec so they could put the better girl against me. Suck shit bitches, ended up losing both anyway.”

You place your hands on her shoulders and try to get her to calm down. “Breathe Scar, you did great, you played well and smashed their number one. But its just a trial game and while she's not too bad you beat that chick every day of the week.”

She takes a deep breath and pouts at you. “Gee way to take this one away from me. I mean, I was hoping for an "Oh my god you're so amazing girlfriend, I can feel myself swooning as I watch you hit winners." or something like that.”

You put on your best mock voice, “Oh Scarlett, watching you destroy the USC number one makes me so moist, oh please may I suck on your big titties later.”

Her eyes roll, “Ugh you suck. Shoulda known you'd be a twat about it.”

She turns to walk away and you plant a loud smack on her ass. You whisper in her ear. “Haha you did well, you sure you won't let me suck on your tits though, maybe just a little. I know you'd love it?”

“I know, I know, I just have to concentrate on uni. You'll have to wait till Monday. Now get your head out of the gutter, Flick's just finishing now. It's time to win our last doubles.”

You and Scarlett take the court for your final doubles. Sadly though, due to the incredibly defeated mentality of your opponents the game is a formality. Both of them look utterly defeated and if the attitude they arrived at the courts with was anything to go by, today has not gone the way they'd hoped. The whole match wraps itself up in 30 minutes, you ease through the match 6- 2. Unfortunately even though you finish quickly Bec and Flick were quicker still.

You walk off the court to smiles, Bec and Flick are predictably over the moon considering what happened last year, Miss Simmons has a gloating look all over her face as she speaks to Rose and even Sam looks pretty happy.

“Fantastic games today girls from both teams. Thank you Rose and ladies from USC for coming out. I'm sure both sides will have worked out some of the kinks in their games by the time we play again during the real competition.” Miss Simmons cannot hide the satisfaction in her voice as she graciously thanks the other team for coming.

Rose mumbles something and the girls all walk past you and lamely shake your hands. You feel like it's a bit weak but at the same time they are feeling pretty humiliated. You watch them all get back into the car they showed up in and drive off. After her opportunity to be smug has ended Miss Simmons also decides to leave and it's just Sam, who has gone to sort something out in the club house and the team just standing around each other quietly.

For some reason the air between you all is dead and Bec and Flick just seem to be staring off into space, now you think about being a good team member and giving them both a pat on the back but then you get a better idea. You creep up behind both of them and...

*SMACK* *SMACK* “EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

“We won! We won't come last this year.” You grab them both in a hug before either decides to try to smack you back.

“Ouch fuck, there's always one butt slapper in every group.” Flick grumbles as she rubs her backside with one hand.

“Look, don't know how I feel about ongoing butt slapping, but guys I am so happy we don't suck.” Says Bec despite you being pretty confident you jsut hurt your hand on her rock hard ass.

Flick, whose butt seems to have recovered, joins in. “Not only do we not suck, we fucking hammered them and they came like 4th or 5th last year. It doesn't just mean we won't come last but we might actually do alright. And that means...” She trails off and looks at Bec.

“Don't even bring it up.” She gives her a stern look.

“Oh alright, still touchy.” She backs off.

“Anyway... This year is gonna be different guys, We are gonna push for that top spot, not just try to avoid coming last. Just relax today we earned it” You turn to Bec and drop your voice “And you have a situation to sort out right now...”

“Oh yes.” She smiles, with a sort of aggressive look in her eyes that you've never seen before “I can't believe I forgot. Yeah anyway you guys have a good weekend and just cause we won doesn't mean you can be late Monday.” She grabs her bag and rushes out.

“Ah, well I guess I should be off as well. Thanks for today, I know you guys didn't do anything special and its only a trial game but after last year I'm pretty sure Bec could not be any happier right now.” Flick gives you a smile and heads off to her car.

You notice Scarlett get up to leave as well, “Aww man we win and you don't even wanna hang around and celebrate.”

“Come on Issy, you know I want to but if I fail this semester I'm probably gonna be kicked out of my course. You're gonna have to wait till our date Monday.” She looks genuinely sad about having to wait but you understand.

You give her a quick kiss then gather your things. You're about to head off when you realise you should probably say bye to Bec, hopefully she hasn't bitten Sam's head off too badly.

Just in case their still going you walk into the clubhouse quietly and are slightly reassured to hear no yelling but then a little confused when you hear nothing. You walk around a little and hear a shower running. You walk closer and realise its from the Mens changing rooms. That would explain where Sam was but not Bec. You get a little bit closer and suddenly everything becomes clear.

“Yes harder, fuck that pussy! Tell me how much better I am than those old sluts!”

You could just walk right in and ruin their moment but that would be cruel. Choosing instead to be nice you turn around grab your stuff and head out making sure you lock the front door of the clubhouse as you leave.