Actually no not this time,

Sadly the first words out of Bec’s mouth were “Ok Scarlett you play Ari and Sarah you play Isabel.”

Normally at a trial you would feel pretty nervous but after seeing and hearing this girl’s attitude towards training you were feeling pretty confident, also would give you a chance to get a look at Scarlett.

After losing the coin flip you found yourself serving first. You bounced the ball a couple of times, threw it up and rolled over a fairly lazy kick serve. This was apparently too far away from the girl who was apparently last year’s number 3, as she made a stumbling step towards it but managed to hit the ball off her frame sending it over onto the other court. You had a look over and saw Scarlett destroying the other girl but unlike you she was trying as best she could.

The frame over the fence turned out to be the highlight of the game as the rest of it breezed by. Within about 15 minutes the game was over, 6 – 0, you almost felt bad for this girl but as you shook hands you heard her yell,

“Hey Bec, Fuck this, me and Ari are out, have your try-hard tennis team we couldn’t be fucked.”

You spot her friend was sitting off on one of the benches. Apparently Scarlett had won quicker than you and her smirk suggested that this meant she had one up on you.

“Well that’s fine you guys sucked anyway.” Said Bec not loud enough for the moody pair to hear.

“Well we don’t need them anyway we have four and if what I saw out on court then was any indication, I at least won’t have to except another wooden spoon this year. But we still have to play for positions so we will keep these matches going.”

“Umm Bec, let’s be real right now, there’s no need for these guys to play me, both would beat me pretty easily so I’m fine to play number 4 this year.” Came the perpetually tired sounding voice of Flick, making it very clear she was going to do her best to get out of as much extra effort and she could.

“You might think that this attitude will let you slide by without doing much, but once next week starts you will be working and there will be no excuses. Anyway, you pair,” she said looking at you and Scarlett, “you can shower in the clubhouse. The pair of you can play for the number 2 spot on Wednesday.”

Walking into the clubhouse bathrooms you immediately noticed how nice they were. Plenty of space, showers were well kept and a massive mirror on the wall at the end of the room. The atmosphere between you and Scarlett was still a little tense so you decide to have a bit of fun at her expense.

You walk about halfway into the room, turn to look at her while taking off your top. She looks back at you shocked. You continue undeterred almost making a show of taking off your bra while looking at her.

“You just gonna stand there and wait for me to get naked?”

“Sh…Shut up! I was getting there, I'm just not used to getting changed in front of other people that’s all.” She says looking more flustered.

You watch the poor girl go red in the cheeks and she starts taking her top off. She quickly turns her back and she starts removing her bras.

“Damn, a crop top and two bras, keeping those things in must be a real struggle, I should tell her I’d be happy to hold them up myself next time she works out.” You smile to yourself as you whip off your tights and head into the shower.

The warm water rushing over you is fantastic as the minimal amount of sweat you’d worked up was washed away. You sit under the shower for a little while, deciding to wait till you hear the other shower turn off so you can walk out and try get a good look at Scarlett’s huge titties. The sound of water hitting the ground comes to a slow stop and you realise “Its time.”

You grab your towel, give yourself a quick wipe over then stride back out into the changing room and catch the exact view you were hoping for as you also see her lean out of her cubical to grab her towel. She catches you staring again, apparently in no way concerned that you too were stark naked, and you watch her expression go from embarrassed to grumpy very quickly.

You stop yourself from laughing as you throw on your spare clothes and listen her fumbling around behind a shower curtain, obviously waiting for you to leave. You grab your bag and head out, feeling the need to wind the poor girl up even more you say,

“I’m looking forward to punishing your lazy footwork on Wednesday.”