better not be late

“There’s a certain amount of anxiety that comes with a tennis ‘team.’ Firstly the team only has room for four players, maybe 1 sub but everyone knows they aren’t a real player. So like any team cuts need to be made right off the bat. But even after that you get ranked because the person who is number 4 doesn’t want to stay there and likewise for those second and third. Also girls are bitches, maybe Uni is different but that’s unlikely.”

You muse to yourself as you walk over to the courts.

You arrive at a small clubhouse and see 4 girls chatting and one girl sitting off on her own. Upon seeing you the tall athletic looking blonde stops chatting and stands up.

“Right that’s about everyone I expected. My name is Rebecca. Call me Bec, I’m the team captain and I'm just going to be straight with you guys. Last year we were a joke we got pumped every round and getting handed a wooden spoon on the intercollegic awards night was humiliating”

A slight shade of pink spread across her cheeks as she mentioned the awards night which was odd until the girl next to you lent in and whispered,

“I heard later at the after party, the captain of Macquarie U spanked her with it.”

“FLICK, NOT APPROPRIATE!” Now! As I was saying. Last year was awful and this year we are making up for it. This year in addition to training 3 times a week and playing matches on the Saturday we will be introducing a gym and fitness plan so ladies I don’t know what you were expecting but this year we are here to work.”

You had to laugh inwardly, “whatever happened last year with that wooden spoon has strung this poor girl so tightly she still hasn’t recovered.”

“Ugh seriously Bec, we sucked last year and this year it’s unlikely to be any different, can we please just go back to not caring and drinking every Saturday night?” Came a new voice from one of the other girls.

“No Sarah, this year I want to win, it’s my last year and if you don’t like it you can leave.”

For a few seconds the room was extremely tense, but with a loud “hmph” Sarah seemed to signal her intent to stay.

This gives Bec a little bit of confidence and she decides to press on with her speech.

“So there are 5 other people in this room and only 4 spots on the team over the next couple of days you will all play each other and the top 3 make the team. Now knowing that let’s take a second to introduce ourselves.”

You look at the highly-strung blonde as she awkwardly looks around the room smiling but unsure if she just ruined the atmosphere in the room for the second time.

“Ugh, Bec you always make things so weird, anyway guys I'm Felicity but you may as well call my Flick, I was on the team last year and played doubles with her royal highness over there.”

This was the girl who leaned in and commented to you earlier. She didn’t exactly look like much of a sportswoman and gave off an uncaring vibe. As far as looks went, she was slightly taller than normal at about 5’9, pretty skinny but was literally flat as a board with a sort of light brown hair.

The next two girls said very little as their turns to speak came and went only giving their names. Ari and Sarah, just from a check look at them you could see that neither had any real intention of being part of the team they were interested in doing any exercise and you weren’t all that sure why they had even turned up.

The next girl however made herself known very quickly. She stood up and began talking but you couldn’t hear anything she said.

She was tiny, about 5’1, Her legs were nice, and her ass was thicc, but fuck, her tits was massive, you couldn’t stop yourself from staring.

“They must be at least a G-cup” you thought, as you fought perhaps the biggest struggle of your life not to pull out the AMA and get a look at her right now.

“Thank you, Scarlett while you won’t be captain you can certainly play me for the number 1 spot if you beat all the others.”

You quickly snap out of your daze to catch Scarlett staring daggers at you.

“Oh, shit I bet she saw me staring at her tits instead of listening to her. Well, that can be later’s problem anyway.” You think quickly trying to think of a reason now everyone was looking at you.

“Oh right, me, My name’s Isabel, I'm here on part scholarship for tennis so that’s a thing I guess. I look forward to playing with you guys.”

You try your best not to come off as a bitch and **** a smile as you realise the double entendre of what you just said. This does nothing for you however as you feel the daggers being stared at you by Scarlett only growing stronger.

“Right, now that we all know each other’s names and have had no chance to prepare its time for the first game of trials.”