Now came the hard part. I’d have to play a decent game of tennis in the heat of August knowing my ass had an audience, while remaining wholesomely attractive and not sweating too much. The waterproof makeup I’d bought yesterday better work. Nicole wasn’t a pushover, despite her pencil shape. Forty minutes later, I’d kept the judge’s eyes on me by “missing” Nicole’s shots toward the men’s side of the court. I scurried over at least three times and let him get a good look at my toned backside as I bent to retrieve the balls from the ground. Through it all, I succeeded in remaining fuckable
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