Craig smiled to himself when he heard a journalist asked her about why she was world number one. He had been waiting for the question to appear and just like clock work it did, pulling out his pad he readied his pencil for her answer. Caroline's answer began to sink in as Craig reread what he had written.
"Cause I give the best blowjob in the business!"
He knew it was a joke but it still amazed him that she would even say something like that, especially to a room full of sex starved middle aged journalists. Clearing his head of thoughts of Caroline on her knees with his cock stuffed in her mouth, Craig distantly heard the same journalist ask her again about the top seed position.
Once more he readied himself for a proper answer, yet once more her answer left him stunned.
"If any of you dickheads can beat me then I'll gladly fuck you!"
Subconsciously he wrote down exactly what she said before watching her storm out followed shortly by the appearance of her assistant. After the assistant had given Caroline's instructions, the journalist who had questioned Caroline stood up
"Listen guys, I know what you're all thinking but we need to decide who gets to go first. Now as we all have press numbers we'll put them in a hat and then pick them out at random." The room quickly agreed.
Somebody went around and collected all of the numbers while another prepared to pull numbers. Once everybody's number was placed in the hat, the journalists, with a collective deep intake of breath, waited for their number to be called out. There were only three people in the room when Craig started to get worried that his number wasn't actually in the hat after all. Finally the last number was called, double checking that it matched his, he let out a huge sigh of relief and trying to keep calm he walked from the room.
When he had first joined the other journalists Craig had kept his head down in fear that some of them would have recognised him yet as the days passed they rarely looked at him let alone speak to him. It did help that he wasn't important enough to have his name on his press pass and he had gained fifteen pounds of weight since his playing days. With all of the practice courts in use Craig made his way to a weed infested council tennis court, getting out his racquet and balls he soon felt at home and he began running his drills.
Whilst Craig slammed down another serve, Caroline was across the other side of the city trying to work out a way to get out of the whole thing. She had been furious as she left the press room but now she was safe in her hotel room the realisation of what she had just said was starting to set in. Pacing around the room Caroline had thought of backing out, covering her tracks by claiming it was all a joke that got carried away. It was only when her assistant reminded her that a room full of journalists with phones, camera and microphones had heard exactly what she had said. Her assistant also mentioned that if Caroline retracted the deal, her comments would be online and nobody needed to explain to her the implications of that happening. That would be a career ending mistake.
Seeing her in distress, her assistant and coach encouraged her to go out on the balcony in her suite and check out her competition practicing on the courts on the grounds of the hotel. They reassured her that none of the journalists would be able to beat her, and by beating them, she would be able to shut them up once and for all. As she stood on the balcony overlooking the middle aged men sweat profusely as they missed shot after shot she felt great. Laughing, she headed back up to her room and left a message on her website telling the journalists to meet her on the hotel courts at 11am the next morning. Happily she fell asleep looking forward to the next day.
The next morning she was up early, after relaxing in the shower, she had some breakfast followed by a massage before heading down to the courts with a spring in her step. She was wearing the same outfit from the tournament, a tight white dress that was cut low down on her chest and finished high up on her legs. Underneath she also wore her white lycra shorts to protect her modesty, she was ready for action and judging from the gaggle of journalists already assembled she wasn't the only one.
"Wow what a turnout! All right, before you come on the court you need to sign this piece of paper. It has your name and address on top of it so make sure that it is yours and then you can sign it. It's just a reminder to not tell anyone about this or I will sue you and the address part is for my friends who will pay you a little visit if you decide to talk!" She smiled at the men as she pulled her racquet from her bag.
"My assistant will hand them out to you and once you sign it we can begin," she pointed at the first person lined up, "You! You're up."
Jogging onto the pitch she stretched briefly before flicking a coin and calling out heads. She had won the toss and chose to serve as she watched the first person slowly walked over to the opposite end of the court with the racquet trembling in his hands.
Ten minutes later, and without scoring a point, the journalist grumpily stalked off the court. One after one the journalists took their place, a look of eager anticipation their faces before they were soundly beaten.
Craig finally got down to the courts just after midday when there were only three journalists left, signing the document he talked to one of the men and found out that Caroline had only lost six points all day and only due to unforced errors.
Finally it was just him, Caroline, and her assistant left on the court. Taking his place opposite Caroline he admired her tight body wrapped in her skin hugging dress. He took another look at her perky chest and noticed that she hadn't even broken a sweat. From watching the previous match he could see that Caroline was getting cocky, trying trick shots, drop shots and lobs, or making the rallies last for as long as possible just for her amusement. Craig had actually been in the same position as Caroline before, he had toyed with a opponent until finally the other guy had threw his rack over the net and stalked off the court shouting obscenities as he left.
Closing his eyes he muttered a silent prayer as Caroline flicked the coin shouting out heads as she did. It seemed that someone had heard him as he won the toss. Picking up two balls he suddenly became very self aware of his small gut that protruded from his top. Shoving one of the balls into his pocket he watched as Caroline tried to bounce the ball on the frame of her racquet. "I'll serve first then," he yelled over to her as he took his place on the base line and bounced the ball twice before looking over at Caroline making sure she was ready.
He stopped for a second as he watched her bend over, swaying from side to side waiting for his serve. From his angle he could see down her dress and now he realised why all the other guys had failed to land a serve, the view was just too distracting. Trying to rid himself of the image he threw the ball in the air and swung his racquet, connecting with the ball. It was his trademark body serve; the ball was aimed directly at her and coming in fast. Shrieking in panic she fell to the floor letting the ball sail over her.
"Fifteen love," he shouted over at her as she picked herself up looking at him in amazement.
Smack the serve hit the far line and spun away from her outstretched racquet, "30 love," quickly he moved to the other side. Waiting for Caroline to get prepared he threw up the ball and hit the ball straight down the line "40 love and that's game Mr. Masters!"
Each of his first serves went in though they weren't as fast as his the first serve they were very accurate and with lots of spin. Of course it helped that each time he let the racquet swing Caroline flinched putting her at an immediate disadvantage.
Hitting the spare ball in his pocket over to Caroline he called out to her, "One love to Mr. Masters, Miss. Wozniacki to serve!" His cheerful voice irritated Caroline and she tried to come up with a witty response but nothing came.
Picking up three balls she forced two into her shorts before bouncing the other, she took a deep breath to ready herself as she looked over at the man smirking on the other side of the net. As the ball was thrown in the air Craig only had a split second to decide whether to go to the left or right. Making up his mind he launched himself to the left managing to
get his racquet on the ball, sending it back to Caroline who coolly dispatched her return straight at him hitting him square in the chest.
The smarting in his chest was now starting to spread as he made his way to the other half of his court. He was now fuming and that proved to be his undoing as she aced him, with his mind elsewhere he didn't even notice as the ball zoomed past.
Thinking back over the first two serves, Craig tried to remember anything that Caroline had done that he could qualify as a weakness. When he played against opposition there was always a tick or a tale that gave him the advantage. Sometimes it was that they were young and inexperienced, other times they just weren't any good, but there was always something.
The only thing that stuck in his mind was that she brushed her hair behind the ear on the same side that she was going to send the ball. He only had two serves to go on but it was better than nothing. Readying himself he watched her brush her hair behind her left ear, feigning to her right he moved to her left and returned her serve down the line for a winner. With Craig celebrating wildly, Caroline heard the voices in her head telling her that she might not actually win this match. Looking over the net she saw him hold up three fingers signifying how many points left he needed to win.
The realisation that she could soon loose the match and her clothes to this man was making her mouth dry and her heart race. Desperately, she tried to think of a game plan but nothing was coming to mind, she couldn't remember the last time she had been so nervous during a match. Avoiding his gaze she pulled out a ball from her shorts and brushed her hair behind her left ear before bouncing it on the floor.
It seemed that all her confidence had seeped from her and gone across the net to Craig. His confidence was now sky high, he was even tempted to try and toy with her. But he couldn't wait any longer, the quicker he won the quicker he would be able to get his reward from her.
Noting that she had brushed her hair behind her right ear he readied himself to receive the serve when she brushed her hair back three more times. As he wondered exactly what the sign was supposed to mean, Caroline was going through her service motion leaving him with no time to move.
The ball came steaming down straight at Craig and quickly he raised his racquet to protect his pride. The ball hit the frame and sailed over her head as she charged towards the net ready for a volley. The ball landed inside the baseline on Caroline's side, bringing the score to 30 all and Craig didn't wait to make sure that she knew about it.
He could almost taste the victory; he was playing for every single journalist whom she had beaten. He just couldn't lose and as he watched her serve sail wide he knew that there was someone looking favourably down on him. Her second serve came towards him a lot slower, and with a lot more spin on it. The ball hit the floor and hovered slightly in the air just begging Craig to hit it, slamming the ball across the court. She managed to return it down the line knowing that he couldn't reach it. At the last second he decided to dive. Slamming into the floor he felt his racquet vibrate in his hand as the ball struck the strings and flew into the empty court.
"Thirty, Forty!" His whooping voice rung in Caroline's ears as she watched him pick himself up. "One more point and you're all mine!" He laughed as he skipped back to the base line.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax herself before throwing the ball to the air and swinging her racquet. She kept her eyes on the ball though soon she wished she hadn't as the ball bounced out.
As Caroline dropped her head in despair Craig couldn't help but rub it in. "Out!" He yelled loudly, "Second serve Miss. Wozniacki!"
She tried to ignore his taunts and get herself back in a positive frame of mind but his deep voice echoed around the court again. "One love and a break point, Mr. Masters!"
Unable to get into a positive frame of mind, Caroline felt like she was going to cry, doubts were flying around her head. She knew that her second serve was poor and now she had to rely fully on it. Taking a deep breath she threw the ball up and struck it cleanly, following up her serve she saw it hit the top of the net. The ball bounced up from the impact, she willed it to drop on his side. As it dropped down, it fell once more on the net before slowly dropping to the floor on his side. Caroline lifted her hands to celebrate then she saw exactly where the ball landed, it was out!
In the next ten seconds her whole body seemed to loose all its structure. Slumping onto the floor she began weeping uncontrollably whilst Craig celebrated wildly on the other side.
"Come on! Who's the best...? Woooo!" His voice reverberated around the court as he threw his racquet in the air and stumbled over the top of the net to kneel next to Caroline.
"Game! Set! Match! Craig Masters!!" He whispered in her ear, "now to claim my reward!"
Without lifting her head she muttered, "Best of five?"
"Ha you must be joking. Come on, up you get, you need to fuck my brains out. Well unless you want to do it right here," he looked around the court, "actually that could be pretty fun!"
He got to his feet dragging Caroline up with him. "You know I'm really tempted to jump on you right here!"
She turned to give him a cold stare before shoving past him to her kit bag, using his silence as a chance for her to think about how to get out of the arrangement but nothing appeared.
"Your room or mine?" Craig had shuffled up behind her, "Though I suppose I need to check my parents aren't there first! That would be embarrassing." He chuckled as his eyes were drawn to her ass sticking out as she rummaged around in her bag.
Unable to resist the temptation his hand reached out and grabbed her firm ass. He let out a gasp of appreciation something that wasn't shared by Caroline. Turning around she grabbed his hand from her ass and gripped it tightly as she hissed at him. "We're going to my room and you'll have half an hour to do what you want but I never want to see you ever again! Agreed?"
"I want one hour at every gland slam until you finally win one!" He kept on eyeing up and down as he spoke.
"You'll get one hour now and that's it forever! You say no and I'm gone." She growled at him daring him disagree with her.
"Deal, you are so much better at negotiations than tennis!" Craig joked as Caroline purposely ignored his jibe.
She walked back inside followed by Craig, explaining to anyone who looked their way that they were doing an interview. Though a good lie, her voice still cracked when she spoke. When they got to her floor she checked the hallway for her assistant and coach before quickly ushering Craig into her lavish hotel room. It wasn't really justice to call the room a room. It was technically an apartment with extravagant furniture. Dropping her bag to the floor she headed straight for the bathroom.
"I'm just going to freshen up then I'll be back out." Her voice wasn't as venomous as it was on the court. She had come to the realisation that the whole situation could have been a lot worse, and in some warped way she saw it as a punishment for failing in the grand slam. As she went to close the door behind her, it bounced back, revealing Craig standing grinning inanely.
"My time starts now!" He tried to sound commanding but it came out an octave higher. Grasping her hips he picked her up and carried her to the bed before dropping her on it. Craig paused at the foot of the bed, staring down at her. Her blonde hair was splayed out around her as she stared up at him wondering what he was going to do. His eyes dropped to her chest looking at her hard nipples jutting out from her thin dress. Then smirking, he grabbed hold of her lycra shorts tugging them down her soft hips, giving him his first glimpse of her glistening shaved pussy.
Shuffling out of his own shorts he freed his cock before climbing onto her pausing only when he could feel her thick plump pussy lips cushion the tip of his shaft.
"W...wait...," she spoke softly, but one look into his eyes told her any protest was futile, only receiving a grunt as he pushed forward.
"Fuck...," he let the word slowly escape his lips as he continued to force his shaft into her. Her eyes opened wide whilst he continued to groan. Th
rusting the rest of himself into her, the roll of her eyes and sharp gasp told him everything that he needed to know. He placed her legs on his shoulders and bent down to kiss her light pink lips whilst he pulled his cock from her. As he broke the kiss he slammed back into her a loud gasp escaping her lips once they came together. Her eyes fluttered each time he buried his cock inside her. Placing his hands on her hips he lifted her hips from the bed grunting in her mouth as he rutted against her.
Caroline was desperately trying not to get aroused but with his cock stretching her and continuing to thrust inside her she couldn't help it. Dropping her hands to his ass she dug her fingers in as she wrapped her legs around him and returned his kiss. Feeling his cock throb inside of her, she expected him to be near finishing but he kept on thrusting until suddenly, he stopped. Squeezing his ass harder she was reluctant to let him go, yet it was at that point Craig picked her up. It felt to her that she seemed to sink deeper on his shaft as he turned and slammed her back against the thin hotel wall causing it to shudder. She whimpered before biting down on his shoulder as he thrust up into her.
"Fuck you're tight," he grunted in her ear as his hands cupped her firm ass, kneading each firm cheek.
Caroline could feel her climax nearing but Craig beat her to it, burying his shaft into her, standing on his toes as all his muscles strained. He had tried to warn Caroline, yet all that came out was a strained yelp. Staggering back onto the bed he let her fall on top of him as he flooded her pussy.
"No... no!!" She cried out in disappointment as he continued to fill her up. Her frustration was two fold, first he had no condom and secondly, she was so close to her own orgasm.
Flicking her hair back he took her head in his hands and kissed her. Disentangling her legs from around his hips, Caroline pushed herself off of him, letting his cock flop onto his stomach. Despite being so close to an orgasm she shook off the disappointment and stood, picking up her dressing gown as she did. Feeling his cum dribble down her legs she made her way to the bathroom leaving a trail on the floor. She grabbed a towel from the floor and threw it at Craig, "Clean up and get out. Close the door behind you."
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