Yes. Chase is totally worth it!

"Chase will be playing his chief rival this afternoon," his mother explains as she drives you to a sporty boutique dress shop, "Andrei Svoboda. Both are rising stars but have yet to break into the top ten. I'm hoping you can serve as an incentive to get Chase to the next level."

At the boutique, Mrs. Chamberlain chooses a dozen classy, sporty outfits for you to wear. All are clingy and show off your big tits.

Next, you are taken to Victoria's secret, where you have to buy new, sexy underwear. It clings tight and rides up your ass, which, you suppose, is the point.

Is there anything more embarrassing than having to shop for new underwear with your MOTHER IN LAW, and having her tell you, "No, I don't think that shows enough ass cleavage"???

As it turns out, there is. While in the dressing room, she pulls out a weird, plastic-shaped tube, about the size of a tube of lipstick. After you put on you new, cheeky lace panties (so tight!) SHE PLACES THE TUBE INTO YOUR CROTCH, where it nestles right between your (brand new) pussy lips.

Oh god, as you walk, you can feel it sliding up and down your slit, over your clit. Oh god...

"It's paired with my phone," Mrs. Chamberlain explains, with a wicked grin. "Let's set it to 'random-simmer', shall we? It's the lowest setting."

She presses a button on her phone.

"OH, HOLY FUCK," you say, stumbling and grabbing on to her to keep your balance.

It vibrates!! It's a low-key hum, but oh... it really gets your motor going!!!

"Perfect," she purrs, with an evil grin. "Now every time you feel it turn on, I want you to say: 'I want to be fucked by Chase.' Can you do that for me? Here, let's turn it off."

She turns it off.

Oh whew. The humming is gone. You can re-adjust your panties a bit and get more comfortable.

She turns it back on.

OH GOD. THAT'S THE LOWEST SETTING???

"I... ah...! I want to be fucked by Chase!" you say.

"Very good, we'll just leave it on random-simmer for now."

After that, you go to the salon where you're given a full makeover, with a kind of casual, messy bun which looks amazing, and a bunch of new makeup.

The vibrator is mostly off, but turns on, usually at the most embarrassing times.

"Oh! I want to be fucked by Chase!" you say, squirming in the salon chair, as they are removing your curlers.

The girls in the salon all giggle. You see Mrs. Chamberlain's delighted eyes as she looks at you over the tennis magazine she's reading.

We're waiting in the stands for the match to begin and I'm browsing TikTok.

"Hand me your phone," says Mrs. Chamberlain.

"Oh, sure," you say, handing it over.

She turns it off and puts it in her purse.

"Uh... what just happened?"

"You shouldn't be on your phone," Mrs. Chamberlain says. "You should be focusing all your attention on the game."

"But the game hasn't started yet."

"Then you should be thinking about Chase, not browsing content from random people on the internet. You should be present in the moment, not lost in cyberspace. Women browsing their phones are so unattractive, don't you agree? It's much better if you're alert to your surroundings, interacting with people, enjoying the moment."

You look around. Everyone else in the stands are on their phones.

"But... what if I get bored? I need something to keep me occupied."

"Hmmm, that is a good point. I suppose you do."

She thinks for a while.

"I know!"

Mrs. Chamberlain reaches into her purse and pulls out a notebook. She tears it in half and hands half of it to you. She then pulls out a pen and hands it to you.

"Here's a notebook. I'll get you a better one later. If you're ever bored, then you can fill your time by writing thoughts about Chase in your notebook."

You stare, astonished, at the half a notebook in your hands.

"Thoughts about Chase? Wait -- am I ever getting my phone back? OH!"

She looks at you strangely.

"I... I want to be fucked by Chase," you say, your eyes dilating as the vibrations in your panties run throughout your (brand new!) pussy, causing your nipples to tingle.

"How lovely," she smiles. "I think, Jennifer, that you shouldn't need such a fancy phone. In fact, I think you should have only a basic phone, you know, one that can only make actual phone calls. I'll get you one. That way you won't be distracted. Now, let's think of some thoughts about Chase that you can write down."

"You can't possibly take my phone away!" you say, incensed.

"I can and I will. Do you need to be punished?"

She pulls out her retractable rod.

"No, Ma'am," you say, still feeling the red burning stripes on your palms from earlier.

"Now dear, I know this is hard, but it's for your own good. Now, think of some things to write down about Chase."

"Like what?"

"Like what about him makes you horny. How to be a better wife for him. About how wonderful he his. How to make yourself more beautiful for him. How to be a better housekeeper for him. How you can support him more. Things like that. Now you said you were bored, so get writing. I'll inspect your notebook at the end of the day, and I expect it to be full of thoughtful, inspiring, heartfelt notes. Now write."

"Oh!" you say. "I want to be fucked by Chase."

"See? Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Now write that down."

"No, I mean... it was the... you know..."

But she just smiles at you. She knows perfectly well what it is.

"Yes, Ma'am," you sigh, clicking the pen and writing 'I want to be fucked by Chase' in your notebook.

As Chase and Andrei Svoboda come out, both of them looking dashing and SO FIT, Chase looks over to you and you shyly wave to him.

"Oh!" You say, you're eyes wide as the vibrator chooses just that moment to turn on, just as your eyes are locked with Chase's. "I want to be fucked by you," you say, as if talking to him directly. He sees you, and his eyes go wide with delight.

They dive into the match and you can see that Chase and Andrei are pretty evenly matched. It's no wonder they are such rivals.

Lat in the match, Mrs. Chamberlain pulls out her phone and does something with it.

'Oh sure, fine,' you think to yourself. 'It's okay if *she* uses her phone!'

Just then, Chase serves an ace!

"OHHH!!" you shout out, as Mrs. Chamberlain presses something on her phone, causing the vibrator to go into overdrive!

Chase looks over at you, as does everyone in the audience.

"Go Chase!" you shout, trying to cover the sexually charged electric jolt you just felt.

Chase looks into your eyes and sees the raw desire there, and it does something to him. He gets this look, then turns away and bounces the ball a few times, looks over at his opponent, considering something carefully, throws the ball up in the air and...

ACE!

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!" you cry a long, lingering moan as you squeeze your legs together.

"Two aces in a row!" says Mrs. Chamberlain. "Let's see if we can get him to do a third. Look him in the eyes dear. Tell him you want to fuck him."

"I want to fuck you," you say with your mouth, your eyes locked with Chase. His eyes go wide, you can see the desire there. Then he looks over at Andrei, back to you, then back to his opponent with a look of determination you haven't seen all match. He bounces the ball a few times, then throws it up into the air...

"ACE!!" Mrs. Chamberlain shouts, "THREE IN A ROW!" mashing her finger on the button.

Fortunately, in all of the commotion, no one hears your wail of pleasure as the vibrato hums to max, right against THAT SPOT.

But Chase can tell, he's looking right at you. You are clenching your legs together and PANTING, as you stare at him, your nipples sticking out in your cute sporty dress, your long, bare legs clenched together.

"One more, Chase, one more, double-break point..." Mrs. Chamberlain mutters.

Chase throws it up in the air...

ACE!

"OH GOD YES!!!" you shout at the top of your lungs as Mrs. Chamberlain presses and hold the button, sending you into orbit.

"GAME, SET, MATCH," yells the official.

"FOUR ACES IN A ROW!!" Mrs. Chamberlain shouts.

The whole stadium erupts in amazed pleasure at seeing such a dominant finish to the match.

You are hustled to the locker room where Chase, sweaty and ebullient, drags you into a side room with a big padded massage table.

"SEX, NOW," he states.

Quickly, you pull up your skirt and pull down your panties. The vibrator clatters across the floor, but Chase is so intent on pushing his pants down that he doesn't notice. You quickly pull some lubricant out of your purse and lube up his penis which is achingly hard. The warm skin feels amazing under your fingers.

Chase lifts you up onto the table, you eagerly spread your legs for him and he thrusts straight in, and DEEP. OH, SO DEEP.

And now you have a sex-deranged, dripping with sweat, muscled professional tennis player fucking your pussy like the world's about to end. And you discover you're screaming with lust and he's grunting and shouting YES, YES! and it's only about 20 seconds before you're both cumming HARD and LONG, rutting like animals on the leather clad massage table.