Being a sports star has its inevitable perks. Fame, fortune and added attention from the opposite sex to name but a few. Bobby Jansen was no exception. By the age of 18, Bobby had signed a lucrative deal with one of England's top soccer sides, Trenton Utd. By the age of 20, he was a regular in the national team and one of Europe's leading players with a reputation as a lady's man.
His boot sponsors, Adidas were shooting a TV commercial and called in their top stars to promote their new line of sportswear. Bobby was one of their bigger names, but Anna Kournikova was the main attraction. Bobby went through the motions – he wasn't really one for the cameras. The production crew filmed him knocking a ball around for a few minutes and said they had everything they needed for the commercial. He was asked to stick around for a while just in case they needed to shoot some more footage, but he didn't mind – Anna Kournikova was up next and he was eager to see her in action.
He'd seen her on TV before, but the cameras clearly hadn't done her justice. She had the shapeliest athletic body he'd ever seen. She stood at around 5'8" with long curvy legs. She wasn't blessed with a big chest but her smallish breasts suited her perfectly. Her long blonde hair trailed all the way down her back and shone beautifully under the studio headlights. He wanted her then and there, but she didn't seem to notice him standing in the corner. As it turned out, the crew didn't need him for any further footage, but he stuck around hoping to try his charm on the Russian beauty. Just as she was leaving, he got a call from his agent on his cell phone. What his agent said wasn't important – what was important was that he missed his chance – she left without saying a word. As he was leaving the building he heard a quiet sobbing from down the corridor to his left. He looked down the corridor to see the object of his desire leaning against the wall, crying into her hands.
"Hey … it's Anna, right?" he said, hoping to get her attention.
"Yes." She replied without looking up. She burst into tears again.
He put his hand on her shoulder. "What's up … it can't be that bad."
"I can't stand all of this. I come here, I perform for the camera, then go on to the next shoot, or interview or some other stupid event. Then I have to train for the next tournament. All I want is some time to myself." She seemed a little better after getting it all off her chest.
"Hey listen, why don't you and I grab a coffee … it'll take your mind off things for a bit." Bobby was genuinely feeling sorry for her now, he wasn't just trying to get on her good side.