Hi My name is Rob. Now I am not well built, in fact I have always a bit on the side of skinny. No matter what I did when I was a kid I couldn't put on weight and even now I am small. I am 175cm tall and weigh 72Kg soaking wet so, as you can tell, I am not Mr Muscle Man. Having said that I don't back down from a challenge as a rule, I have always had good balance and play golf reasonably well as well as a few other balls sports, so am not completely hopeless.
I had a large group of friends and we all hung around together, guys and girls. It varied as one or the other would drift in and out depending on romantic attachments. I got along especially well with Bill and his girlfriend Jane ands with Charlie, but Charlie's girlfriend, Susan, and I always clashed. She was a particularly outspoken girl of about 23, and she was very fit. She played netball and indoor cricket and worked out. Boy didn't she like to tell everyone about it, and show us all. If it was the least bit warm she wore a tight tank top with thick straps for sleeves and it came down to just below her breasts. She had a six pack and a navel piercing, by my estimate C cup breasts and long legs, did I say she was about 180cm tall? She was always tanned and wore short shorts and runners, just to remind us she was an athlete.
She would prance about showing off and I would prick her ego with my wit, she wasn't the smartest and I wasn't the fittest or strongest so we were unevenly matched. She would get in a huff and eventually storm off threatening me with dire consequences and I would laugh. Of course none of this was fair on Charlie and eventually they broke up. Susan went her own way and we didn't see her again, well they didn't.
About nine months later I was in a bar and I heard this very familiar voice over the other side of the bar. I looked over and there was Susan, slightly drunk with about half a dozen other girls talking loudly, as usual, and having a few drinks. She never had anything quiet and I reckon she yelled when she had sex, which is fine by me.
I thought to myself that I better get the hell out of there before she spots me but just as I turned I heard her squeal something and she rushed over and jumped in front of me.
"Not so brave now are you?" she yelled at me.
I smiled and said hi to her then to my amazement she smiled and asked me how I was. I was shocked, after all I had said to her, and I held myself responsible for the break up, she was being nice to me.
"Don't look so shocked, I don't blame you for Charlie and me breaking up, it would have happened anyway," she said, "Was just a matter of time, we weren't suited, I am too adventurous for him,"
She invited me over to her friends group, who was I to refuse a good looking woman, dumb but hot. She introduced me around as Charlie's mate, the girls looked at me and smiled, I didn't get the joke but oh well. We chatted and had some drinks and got on quite well, none of the posing or anything going on and I was relaxed and charming as I could be. All the girls were nice and as I was unattached I enjoyed myself without any problems, even Susan looked good tonight. When the bar closed we drifted out and Susan asked for my mobile number, I gave her my business card and never thought any more of it.
A couple of weeks later my mobile rang and when I answered it Susan said hello. We started to chat and we ended up arranging to meet, with her friends, for a drink that Friday night. It seems her friends liked me and gave me the seal of approval. I couldn't believe what was happening but as I was at a loose end I thought it might be a laugh. We met at the same bar, seemed it was their regular watering hole, and had some laughs and a few drinks. The discussion got around to sport and Susan was very low key about it all but ended up teasing me about how much better she was than me. I took it all and gave it back and we slowly built it up till she couldn't take it any more and challenged me to a match. I laughed at her initially and asked her why would I be silly enough to do that, she replied that we would have a bet, winner take all. She was so cocky I couldn't help myself so I accepted and challenged her to tennis.
"So what's the bet Susan," I asked her after her agreeing to the tennis game.
"If you win I will be your maid for a week" She replied tersely "And if I win you will be my man servant for a week"
"Ok so what does it entail, lets get the ground rules straight before we go any further," I stated.
"Anything you are asked to do you will do for me including cleaning, washing, ironing and cooking but no sex or nudity or anything like that" she said cockily.
"Fair enough so that means you will do anything I ask of you when I win, but it will have to be out of hours as I work, lets say start Monday, 6pm till midnight each day then all day Saturday and Sunday, how does that sound?" I asked. "We can play Sunday, I will book the court"
"Right, you're on " Susan replied, "Sunday it is, and be ready for a beating."
Sunday couldn't come around fast enough, I got some practice in Saturday and felt I was ready to take her. Oh did I mention that my parents made me take tennis lessons when I was a teenager and I won a few tournaments? No, well I never told Susan either. I play regularly to keep in trim and in touch.
Sunday dawned and I met Susan, and all her friends, on the courts. The smile went off her face when she saw me practice serving and she realised she was in trouble. The match was three sets, I won all three much to Susan's annoyance.
"You set me up" She yelled at me afterwards.
"Yeah I did, neat huh" I laughed, "I did it to teach you that even though someone can't run a mile in even time or bench press a record, they can still be athletic. Lesson learnt I think"
All her friends went silent, with some quiet laughter going on, Susan's face was turning redder, I don't think she was used to losing and I just stood there and smiled at them all.
"Not fair bets of three" She yelled at me "I choose the next event"