The Queen targets a Tennis Player

On the locker rooms of the tennis club, local champion Amanda Pella stripped naked and stepped in to take a shower after her double round in the qualifiers. The raven haired athlete grabbed a bar of soap and gently rubbed it all over her lithe body. She took her time to scrub every inch of her skin; from her well-toned legs, to her shaven nether regions all the way up to her round breasts.

Her teammate and rivals from her last match soon joined her in the showers, along with some other players. Amanda paid them no mind as she poured shampoo all over her hair. She gently massaged her head, but something was…off. The shampoo felt weird, more sticky than usual, and it seemed to be …hardening? Realizing what was happening she tried to pull her hands away, but it was too late, they were glued to her scalp. She frantically swung her head along with her arms in an attempt to separate the two, but it wasn’t working.

“I heard of singing in the shower, but head banging? That’s ridiculous,” interjected a rival player, causing the rest of them to giggle.

Amanda stopped with faint blush. She realized how odd she must have looked. Well, the damage was done and it’s not like it can get any worse. Might as well ask for help.

“Can you come closer? I need help with ah!-”A new sensation took hold of her skin, an itch that spread all over her body. Amanda was overwhelmed with an intense desire to scratch herself but, as her hands were pinned, she didn’t have the means to do it.

Her teammate approached. “Help with what?”

Amanda couldn’t resist. As soon as her friend got close she instinctually grinded up and down on her skin in an attempt to scratch her itch, with their breasts bouncing against each other and her crotch sliding down her colleague’s leg. It all lasted a couple of seconds before her teammate briskly pushed her away.

“Amanda, what the hell?”

Everyone stared at her with disgust, like she was a crazy pervert. Amanda came back to her senses and realized what she had been doing. “I’m sorry, b-but my hands are glued and I’m itchy and, and…” was all she managed to blurt out before she couldn’t take their stares anymore. She turned around and ran out of the showers.

“What was that all about?”

“I don’t know."

"Hey, we are out of soap.”

“No, look. There still one bar left. Here, you use it first.”

Amanda ran away as fast as her feet could carry her, paying no attention to her surroundings. When she was certain that she was nowhere near the other tennis players, she stopped. The irresistible itch returned. Scratching was all she could think about. In front of her was a tantalizing metal pole, almost a meter high, begging her to come and scrape herself against it. So she did.

Once more, Amanda energetically rubbed her body up and down against the metal rod. It was working marvelously. It felt so good that she even started moaning. Thanks to her efforts, the overbearing itching sensation subsided and she could think normally again. With her mind cleared she noticed something horrific, the object she had being grinding upon was the pole for the net in the tennis court, which meant…

She glanced up, her heart sank as her suspicion was confirmed. She was smack in the middle of a tennis match, with both players stupefied at her actions. She was also the center of attention for all the match’s spectators that surrounded the court. Her cheeks went red and her eyes wide. All those people had just witnessed her become very intimate with the pole. As her hands remained glued to her hair, she could not cover in any way.

With a whimper, she turned around and fled back to the locker rooms ,leaving the jeers and cheers of her observers behind.