I had only just recovered from my meeting with Jelena Dokic and it was half way through her match when news came filtering through that previous champion Martina Hingis had lost her first round match. Now, I knew enough about tennis to understand that Miss Hingis had a temper on her when things weren't going her way, but as I had newfound confidence I thought I would try and pay her a visit anyway.
Again, I made my excuses (a toilet break this time) and left my friends glued to the match.
I wandered out of the court and headed for the changing rooms where I had just taken Miss Dokic. Again, the security guards tried to stop me but this time I said I was Martina Hingis' escape co-ordinator. I knew that when big name stars lose in the early rounds they hate doing press conferences and there is always a team that helps them get away from the competition as soon as possible. The guards were confused but they were as young as me (18) so they decided to let me in anyway.
Again, I was inside, and again, I looked on the many doors for the names of the player inside each of the changing rooms. After about 5 minutes searching I came to the rooms with 'Miss Hingis' written on the door. I waited outside building up my courage.
Eventually I decided to knock and walk in.
When I entered the room I expected to see Martina shouting and throwing racquets around because of her loss. However, to my surprise, I found her sitting on the bench, head in her hands, crying. Sobbing like the teenager she was.
She looked up, her red eyes trying to focus on who I was. I couldn't help but notice the way her mini tennis skirt was riding up her well-toned legs. Again, my cock gently stiffened, but I thought I better not force myself on her because she may be small but her recent loss may have made her so angry she would probably beat me to death with a racquet!
"Can I help you?" she asked in a slightly angry tone.
"I just came to see if you were ok." I answered, trying not to enrage her. I was actually sincere because as soon as I saw her crying I felt so bad for her and knew how much it must have meant to her.
"Really? You're not here for an interview or pictures?"
"No, I'm just a fan, not a reporter. You ok?"
Stupid question I know, but I had to say something.
"What do you think? I just lost in the first round of a Grand Slam competition. Of course not." she snapped back.
"Whoa there, I was just trying to be nice. I'm sorry, I'll go." I don't know why I said it, I wanted to have sex with her after all, but I turned to leave anyway.
"No, I'm sorry. I have a temper you know. You're the first person to be real with me since I got here. Everyone else are reporters or autograph seekers. No one actually cares about how I feel. You're different." She said.
I turned back to face her and decided to sit beside her.
"I know this match was important to you but it's not the end of the world is it? You're still young and I'm sure you'll win it again next year."
She smiled at me and her whole face lit up. She really was beautiful. I imagined her naked and again my penis stood to attention. She looked down and saw it.