SOMEWHERE IN S W LONDON
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"What you're asking for Mike is a bit outside of my experience," James, the tournament director sighed, not knowing whether to frown at me or grin.
"I know Mike," I smiled back, knowing that he couldn't just ignore my somewhat odd request. "But it's not just me. Raffa, Roger, Novak and even Andy are with me on this one, as are virtually all the top twenty.
"Who isn't for it then?" he asked, more to give himself time to think than anything else.
"We all know who they are Mike," I laughed. "We all know who bats for the other side, don't we?"
"Quite!" He accepted my explanation. "But I really don't know what the tennis world will make of it."
"We are the tennis world Mike," I pointed out. "Not to put down the thousands of people round the world who play the game, but without us lot then the tournaments wouldn't mean much."
"Quite," he repeated thoughtfully, and we sat there in silence for some moments.
"Wouldn't it be a bit of a distraction for you players though?" He demanded at last.
"Of course it would James," I grinned. "Haven't you seen how gorgeous some of those ball girls are anyway? You don't think we don't notice them in their cute little outfits?"
"Quite!"
And we had another short silence.
"Some of them are a bit young," he pointed out the obvious.
"I know," I smiled back confidently. "We thought we should have a minimum age. Probably eighteen to be safe."
"Quite!"
"Eighteen to twenty would be perfect," I carried on, convinced that he was weakening.. "Everything still nice and firm and not wobbling about too much."
"No big tits then," he added, showing the first trace of a smile. "Can't imagine the committee standing for a whole lot of wobbling."
"Not too big," I agreed. "What we were thinking was some nice, fit, sporty girls, with nice, fit, tight bodies."
"Much like we chose now you mean?"
"Exactly! But no fifteen or sixteen year olds. If we're going to get the press behind us then they all have to be at least eighteen."
"Pity," he mumbled, suggesting a side to him that I'd never suspected before, but of course he did have to agree with me. "You're right about the press though. If they go for it we could have a gold mine."
"So you agree then?"
"Where would we find these girls though Mike," he backtracked a little. "We're inundated with girls who want to be ball girls at all our tournaments, but how many of them would be prepared to be seen running around in the all together, with everyone looking at them."
"Tennis clubs, schoolgirls, college girls whatever," I enthused. "Besides they wouldn't actually be naked would they."
"I can't imagine that a pair of trainers and those cute little white socks they wear, are going to save them many blushes Mike." He pointed out the obvious.
"Sexy though?" I laughed.
"Christ yes, wouldn't it just," his resistance broke down at last. "Can we insist they wear their hair in a pony tail?"
"I don't see why not," I relented, not unwillingly, as I rather liked that cute innocent look as well.
"Right," the main man said firmly. "We'll go for it. I'll get some publicity out and start bringing girls in for auditions."
"You mean interview, don't you?"
