"Game, set and match, Miss Williams." The umpire called out as her opponent's flailing hand failed to connect with the yellow ball for the last time. Serena threw her hands up in celebration having just won Wimbledon…again. I clapped politely as the rest of the audience cheered wildly. I had been rooting for the Russian beauty who had been her opponent. Her head was down and she looked to be crying. My heart went out to her, having come all this way for nothing. The two approached the net, one clearly happier than the other and shook hands. I stood up to leave, though nobody in the screaming crowd noticed me. I located the nearest exit and walked through it.
Half an hour later I was walking absent minded between the stadiums and marvelling at their size. I clattered into someone and we both fell over.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I apologised to the female who I had bowled over, "I wasn't watching where I was going." The individual had a cap pulled low over her face, covering her fringe. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a neat ponytail and a navy blue tracksuit on. She lifted her eyes to me, and with a shock I realised that this was Anna Kournikova.
"Don't worry about it," she muttered. Her face was red and streaky and she had obviously been crying hard. She moved to walk away, but, chancing my arm, I reached out and stopped her.
"Are you ok? I'm sorry about your loss…" I let my words hang in the air.
"No, its cool, honestly," she mumbled, "thanks anyway." I let her go, but she didn't move to walk away. Instead, she collapsed into my chest and began crying, her heavy sobs racking through her body. I picked her up and tentatively gave her a comforting hug. I decided it would be a nice gesture to walk her to her room.
"Come on, let's get you back to your room." Pushing my luck even further I scooped her up in my arms. She didn't complain, and gestured in one direction. I followed her hand and, following her instructions, found my way to the building where the players stayed. I moved to put her down, but she didn't let go.
"Anna," I said gently, "we're here. You have to go to your room now. Take a nice warm bath and then go to bed…"
"No, please," she whispered, "don't go. I need someone to be with me tonight. Will you come up to my room for a while?" I didn't know what to say. Five minutes ago I had been preparing to go home. Now, I was carrying Anna Kournikova in my arms and was being invited to her room. I know I shouldn't have been getting ideas, but what can I say, I'm a man. This was an offer I couldn't say no to.
"I…uh…ok then." I moved to open the door, but was stopped by two burly security guards. Anna looked up and they instantly moved aside. I walked through the doorway and into the deserted players lounge. She pointed to the lift in the corner, which I moved towards. Pushing the button for me, Anna told me it was the fourth floor, for the world star ladies. Slowly, the lift ascended to the fourth floor. As the doors slid open I walked out.
"End of the corridor on the right," said Anna, sounding calmer now, "Key is in my pocket, can you get it for me." This statement, stunned me, but I complied. My hand searched along her muscled thigh and found the opening to her pocket. I slipped my hand inside and found her key card, I rubbed my hand lightly on her thigh through the material of the trousers and found, much to my surprise, that she was wearing no underwear. I quickly pulled my hand out of her pocket, card in hand. Anna's tear-stained face flashed me a knowing grin and my trousers began to tent. Hoping she wouldn't notice my stiffening erection, I handed her the card and she opened the door.
Anna seemed much better now that she had some company. She offered me a drink, and we sat on the sofa of her "room" (which was more of a suite) and sipped at the sparkling wine. Every time she got up to do something, I couldn't help but notice how her ass swayed seductively to and fro, causing me to swell up unconsciously. A few glasses of champagne later, and Anna suggested something stronger. She pulled a bottle of vodka from the fridge and poured us both a shot. Downing the fiery liquid, I shivered as it burned the back of my throat. Anna grinned mischievously, such a sexy smile, and I knew that I just had to have her. We had some more Vodka, and sat down to chat again, helping her forget about her loss. The evening drew on and, about ten o'clock, Anna smiled a sweet smile,