Room 2D

From Janus 120 Vicky Martins is a classic player: or she could be, if she’d just set her mind to it. Pushing twenty, she has to get herself noticed this year or it will be too late. There’s an army of nymphets, still wearing braces on their teeth, with their eyes on Wimbledon’s Centre Court and the determination to get there: if she’s not careful, Vicky will be trampled into the ground by their merciless trainers. It makes no sense: she is a very talented player. She has a natural ability, innate stamina, a lean, fit body, natural blonde hair and amazing upper body power. She just lacks application. Talent alone will get her nowhere — the parks are full of people who can hit a ball in the right direction. She needs to learn how to exploit her fresh-faced looks, how to woo the media. She’s losing valuable sponsorship with her off-hand attitudes and inappropriate honesty. Look at her in her classic tennis whites: her contemporar...

From Blushes 35 The lances of cold water made Caroline gasp, the shower dancing spray round her naked body as she flicked the tumbling wet blonde hair off her face and allowed the jets to force the water into her half-open mouth. It had been a hard match. A good match, too, even if they had lost. Pity about the argument over that line-call, but at least she’d given a good showing of herself. Turning, the therapeutic water massage was directed onto her back and, with a half-step forward, onto her firm buttocks. The runlets of water found their way into the passage between the cheeks, cascading across the rounded flesh, and caressing her intimate folds before running down the insides of her thighs to the tiled floor below. ‘Caroline?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Come out of there!’ She groped for a towel, and failed to find it until the assistant coach pushed it into her hand. ‘Thank you miss.’ ‘Mr Harleston wants to see you… immediately.’ ...