Part 1: Maid service
Claire Madigan is an eighteen-year old beauty from Tucson, Arizona. After taking up golf at the age of nine, she soon showed the natural talent that would earn her an LPGA card at seventeen. Now out of high school, her first year on the pro tour has yielded four top ten finishes including a second at the Players and a tie for third at the US Open.
Claire is the perfect specimen for a professional golfer. She is five foot ten inches tall and one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is lean and slim and very fit. A gorgeous face tops off an incredible figure with a perfect tan, tight round ass, short blond hair and small firm breasts.
She was now bent over and eyeing a twelve-foot putt on the eighteenth green at Castle Rock Country Club, her home course. It was a pose not a single man in the gallery was ignoring. It was Saturday and the third of the four round Arizona State Championship. Clair was at nine under and even with Cassie Brooks and tied for the lead. She eased the putter back and stroked. Her club struck the ball and sent it on a trajectory some three feet right of the hole. Her speed was perfect and six feet from the hole the ball began curving left, found the right lip, ringed the hole nearly 180 degrees and dropped.
The gallery erupted as Claire retrieved her ball and slowly walked off of the green without acknowledging her playing partner, the caddies or the crowd. Once she had signed her scorecard she headed to the players locker room. She was hot and tired and all she wanted was to shower, go home and prepare for tomorrows final round away from all of the cameras and questions and unwanted attention.
As she entered the locker area she went directly to her assigned private dressing room ignoring anyone else who might be in there. The rooms were only ten by twelve feet but nicely done with a small sofa, closet, stocked mini fridge and private shower. She closed the door and immediately flopped onto the sofa, laid her head back and closed her eyes.
Claire's next sensation was a soft knock at the door. Claire just sat there hopping who ever it was would go away. The knock came again. "What?" Claire called, sounding annoyed.
The door slowly opened and a head of short curly brown hair followed by the sweet face of a young girl peered into the room. "Sorry." She offered. "I was supposed to put fresh towels in your room but I got pretty busy and, well, I guess I forgot." Her right hand offered a stack of white bath towels through the door opening.
Claire pointed to the bathroom door. The girl entered the room and slowly made her way into the bath and deposited the towels on the counter. Claire watched her as she went past. She was short, maybe five feet tall and very slim with little breasts barely visible under her white blouse. She was wearing a knee length pleated black skirt and black loafers.
As the girl emerged from the bath Claire was still watching intently. "I was asleep." She said.
"Excuse me?" The girl asked.
"When you knocked, I was asleep." Claire explained.
"I'm sorry." The girl offered.
"I was having a very nice dream." Claire added.
The girl shrugged her shoulders. She had no idea what to say. "Sorry. I know what that's like." She offered.
"I doubt it?" Claire asked. Claire stood up and moved in front of the girl blocking her exit. "Because I was having a very erotic dream." The fingers of Claire's right hand picked through the curls at the side of her head. "Your too young to be having erotic dreams." Claire's fingers slid along the side of the girl's face, down her jaw line and under her chin. "Right?" She asked.
The young girl was appearing a bit nervous. "I have dreams." She said.
"Really?" Claire challenged. "Sexy dreams?" She asked.
"Sometimes." The girl replied.
"Do you dream about your boyfriend?" Claire asked.
"I don't have a boyfriend." The girl said.
"Neither do I." Said Claire. The girl nodded like now they had something in common. "You know why I don't have a boyfriend?" She added.
The girl tried to shake her head but Claire still had her fingers under the girl's chin. Claire lowered her head to the short girl and leaned in putting her mouth to her ear. "Because I don't like boys." Claire said. She pulled her mouth away from her ear and lifted her face enough so she could press her lips to the girl's mouth. Claire kissed her gently and long letting her tongue find it's way into the girl's mouth and the young girl did not try to pull away.
Claire's mouth finally pulled free and she leaned back to look at her up close. She was just as cute as she could be with flawless complexion and a fresh smile. "What's your name?" Claire asked.
"Sammy." She said. "Samantha but I have four brothers and they all call me Sammy"
"So what do you intend to do about it?" Claire asked.
"I don't understand? The girl said
"Really?" Claire said. "You interrupted my sexy dream. I think you should be held responsible."
"I still don't understand." Sammy said. "Do you want to go back to sleep? I promise I won't interrupt you again." She added. "I'll make sure no one else does either."