The euphoria of the win was still hovering over Anna Kournikova as she had advanced to a pro tennis tournmant final, her opponent would be tough Lindsay Davenport, but with this feeling of victory, Anna thought she could win the match easily. "Good job," came a voice from inside the private tennis player's cove/locker room.
Bridgette Wilson-Sampras had joined Anna in her locker room after leaving her husbands who had just lost his semi-final to Andre Agassi. Pete had blamed it on the line-judge and Bridgette didn't want to mess with it. "I was througholy impressed with your backside." "Hey. Aren't you that woman married to Pete who teached in that Billy something movie? And don't you mean Backhand?" Anna's voice turned on Bridgette completely and responded to Anna with a smile. "Yes, Miss Vaughn in Billy Madison is how people know me, and no I meant Backside. After a match like that, you think you got any energy left?"
"What did you have in mind?" Anna asked coyly. "Did you need to go shopping or something?" Bridgette made her movie closer and closer shaking her head no. Luckily for Bridgette, Anna was a full-blown lesbian and was hoping Bridgette wanted some of her young body. The women looked at each other, and a minute later, Anna was leaning up against the wooden wall, one finely toned leg wrapped around Bridgette's thighs as she struggled out of her now sweaty and see-through white tennis dress. Bridgette pulled her sweater-vest off and tossed it aside into Anna's bag, pulling off Anna's white bikini bottom she wore underneath and running her fingers through the other woman's sweaty hair as Anna bent over to suck on Bridgette's nipples, not having to remove a bra that Bridgette wasn't wearing.
