Alex had been in the job of senior steward at Wimbleton for a month. His role involved preparing the courts (checking on the net tension etc) and liaising with ground staff. He was also in charge of the Ball Girls. The girls were hand-picked from the local high school sixth form and was a highly sought after job for the two weeks of the tournament. All 60 girls were chosen for their athleticism and discipline. Sometimes the top players could be quite grouchy and they needed to keep a cool head in all situations and keep the balls in circulation correctly. So, not only did they need to be fit, but quick-thinking and organised. The first week largely went without any hitches, save for a little rain and Alex was happy to oversee a smoothly run tournament. Wimbleton was the focus of the media and it was important that there were no complaints from players about any of the facilities or on court arrangements.
It was on the Monday of the second week, when an incident occurred, which Alex would not forget in a hurry. He had worked late, to prepare the centre court for an early start the next day, after several rain delays on that and the previous days. Fortunately, a promising weather forecast suggested they would be able to catch up. He was about to leave, when he passed one of the Ball Girls' changing rooms and was surprised to hear voices from inside; they should all have gone hours ago. Apart from a couple of security guards, there should have been no one else on site.
He knocked on the door and opened it slightly and shouted 'Hello.'
He instantly detected the unmistakeable smell of cannabis and was shocked to see two of the girls, with a recently lit roll-up.
'Mr Smith!' Said the taller of the two girls, obviously shocked. She pointlessly tried to hide the spliff behind her back as he entered the changing room. He recognised her as Hannah and her fellow Ball Girl Laura. Hannah had long mousy hair. She had green eyes and was maybe 5 feet 8. Laura was an inch or two shorter, with shoulder-length brown hair. Both girls filled out their green uniforms nicely, with amply curvy bodies. They were both just 18 and were in full bloom.
'This is not the conduct befitting of Wimbleton Ball Girls!' Said Alex sternly.
Hannah stubbed out her spliff on the locker door and threw it on the floor. Both girls looked rather forlorn and red-faced at being caught bang to rights.
'Sorry Mr Smith.' Said Laura, 'It won't happen again.'
'Yeah, we were just experimenting.' Added Hannah.
'Too right, it won't.' Said Alex, you're both fired!'
'Oh nooo, please!' Begged Hannah.
'The shame! We will get killed by our parents, if this comes out!' Said the other girl.
'Hmmmm, you don't deserve any leniency. I don't know.'
Alex thought for a minute. He was a single man and hadn't dated for a few months. He realised that they were completely alone and unlikely to be disturbed. A rather naughty thought occurred to him, which could turn the situation to his advantage and get his rocks off with two hot Ball Girls. He was 32 years old , 6 feet tall and kept himself in shape. Even so, he wouldn't normally stand a chance with teenage girls, but the current state of affairs might change that. He looked the girls up and down and savoured their toned legs and those short pleated skirts. Even as the thought formed in his mind, his cock began to twitch with pangs of lust.
'Well, your jobs are hanging by a thread girls. Let's see what you can do to make up for it!'
'Yeah, we'll do anything Mr Smith - just please don't fire us!' Said Laura earnestly.
