WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely fictional and did not happen. This material is not suitable for viewing by those under the legal age limit for viewing pornographic material in their country of residence. I do not own any person referred to in this story.
Starring: Coco Gauff, Aryna Sabalenka, Paula Badosa, Jasmine Paolini
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Stuttgart, April 2025
Coco woke up happy that morning. The light was coming freely into her hotel room, the sun was shining, and Germany was surprisingly more beautiful than she had imagined. As she brushed her teeth and got ready to go down to breakfast, she thought back to yesterday's bad defeat and seethed. Paolini had made her run all over the field and she had found no solutions. Her forehand was not working, on serve she had been erratic. Besides, that little girl was hitting well and hard. Small but powerful.
Thinking back to what happened next, however, brought a smile back to her face. The memory of how she wiped that stupid, satisfied smirk off her face gave her shivers of satisfaction. Did she think that she, Coco Gauff, wunderkind, new star of the great U.S. tennis history, heir to an immortal tradition, would bow to such abuse? She didn't give a rat's ass about the decisions of that board of whores. They could decide and pontificate about whatever the fuck they wanted, but certainly not about what goes into her pussy or not. What had they said? Did they want them more "docile"? Here was her docility. She had imposed her physical dominance on the little Italian girl and then fucked her like a whore. And he had done it very well, considering how many gallons of cum Jasmine had spilled on the floor. Poor darling, she was not mad at her personally. She was merely the product of that board, co-opted by Aryna and the others. In exchange for their complacent gaze, she had voted yes to that lunatic motion, and now she was the first to pay the consequences. Talk about divine justice.
Strangest of all, it had aroused her quite a bit. Not just in terms of revenge, but actually in sexual terms. Jasmine was pretty hot, shrunk to that condition. Evidently Coco liked the idea of dominance. Come to think of it, even while she was fucking her ex-boyfriend, she liked to be on top and in charge. She just had never thought about the idea of doing it that way with a woman. Maybe she needed to leave some doors open in the future.
Still wrapped up in her thoughts, Coco left the room and went to breakfast. A long day awaited her: she was out of singles, but still had the doubles tournament with Jessica to honor. "Let's at least try to win that," she told herself.
"Yep, that was easy," Coco thought as she walked out of the No. 3 court in Stuttgart. Chan and Kichenok were good, but soft in their play. "Another doubles final. Better than nothing." Coco walked off the court next to her doubles partner, Jessica Pegula, and headed to the locker room.
"Who are we playing against tomorrow, Jess?" asked Coco.
"I have no idea. Maybe the two Czechs, maybe against the Australian. Honestly, who cares. They won't be a problem."
Jessica and Coco entered the locker room and got ready for the showers. Still slightly troubled by thoughts of the morning, Coco surreptitiously watched her double partner lower her panties, slip on her slippers and head, naked and toned, under the hot water. A shiver ran down her skin, but Coco suppressed it with a grimace and followed her friend.
Five minutes later, the two emerged in bathrobes from the showers and headed back to their belongings. When Coco looked up, however, she noticed that something was wrong. They were not alone.
"Hi Aryna, what brings you here?" asked Jessica immediately.
Aryna Sabalenka, the Belarusian goddess, world No. 1, president of what Coco had earlier labeled in her thoughts the "board of whores," was standing in front of her in perfect business attire. At her side was Paula Badosa, the gorgeous Spaniard, a proud and independent woman who shared spirit, views, thoughts and (it was said) often bed with Aryna.
"Hi Jess, we are here for an extraordinary board meeting. Didn't you read the message?"
"We were on court, Aryna. But excuse me, a board meeting here? In this locker room in Stuttgart?"
"Unfortunately, this is a very urgent matter that needs to be discussed very quickly. All the girls present in the area are on their way. Given the urgency, there will be a few defections, but nothing that will affect the smooth running of the meeting."
Indeed, the door opened immediately and Mirra Andreeva, Elina Svitolina and Ons Jabeur entered.
Coco felt a chill run down her spine as she put her clothes back on. Many things were wrong. Why were they all there? Why this impromptu meeting? And why were Iga and the others missing? Her stomach clenched at the thought that she herself had something to do with it. Had word already gotten out about what she had done yesterday?
He thought Jasmine would not say anything because of too much embarrassment. What if she had talked to Aryna? In any case she felt secure about her actions. If they had scolded her, she would have stood her ground: she had nothing to do with that system and they could go fuck themselves.
Suddenly, however, the door opened again, and Jasmine herself entered the locker room. She kept her gaze down so as not to risk crossing Coco's, and stood next to Aryna.
"There's Jasmine," the Belarusian smiled at her. "We can start. Paula, you have the floor."
Paula Badosa advanced to the center of the locker room and began to speak.
"Good afternoon, everyone. We are gathered here for an absolutely exceptional circumstance. As you know, about a month ago the WTA board approved extraordinary measures to resolve an impasse that had been going on for months. The step was approved at the end of a regular democratic process. Unfortunately, we became aware of a violation that occurred yesterday in this very locker room. At the end of their quarterfinal match, Jasmine Paolini was given the opportunity to fuck Coco Gauff in both holes. Apparently, this was not possible because of Coco's reaction, and indeed she herself allegedly did what she had to undergo. Coco, do you have anything to say in your defense?"
Yep, the rumor had been circulating. Coco sought the gaze of Jasmine, who was almost hiding behind Aryna and Paula. Silly bitch.
But Paula had spoken harshly and clearly. Coco felt a chill of fear in her stomach. Everyone's gaze was on her.
"I have nothing to hide, Paula, it happened exactly like this. I was against the board's decision and I certainly don't give myself over to this crap. So screw you."
"Watch your words, honey. You're in no condition to fuck around. Do I have to remind you of the words of the act that was passed in Miami?" Paula pulled out a piece of paper and read:
"If anyone resists punishment, the entire board would take severe action."
"Woah, that's scary Paulita. I'm all trembling." the American replied sarcastically.
"Maybe you should be, dear," Aryna intervened. "The board here has pre-approved a motion that concerns you closely. Would you like to hear it?"
