The Tennis Club



    It was a real hot day in mid July at the ol' tennis club.  I was
playing tennis with my boss Memphis Belle.  Her parents named her Memphis
because her dad fought in World War II.  He wasn't on the actual Memphis
Belle, but he knew a couple of them that were.
    More approriateness to Ms. Belle's name is that she was born and
raised in Tennessee and like her last name she is hot.  She is a partner
at her law firm and I am her assistant.
    I assumed she only hired me because she likes the idea of having a
man directly under her.  She is very ruthless not only in the courtroom
but in the boardroom as well.  Come to think of it she's quite ruthless
on the tennis court.
    Now don't get me wrong she doesn't look like what you probably
think.  She's not the nerdy type nor the dyke male hating type.  She has
such a soft creamy complexion, and a soothing voice.
    Mid-Southern to be exact.  Her voice is accompanied with a degree of
assertiveness and an overtone of arrogance. I personally don't think
that's bad.  Its just a lot of people find the way she speaks to them
insulting. 
    Except for judges they usually find her to be charming.  She is the
type of person I don't look forward to doing lunch with because she is
nitpicky.  Granted there is nothing wrong with etiquette which she is the
portrait of, but she takes it a step to far by telling the waiter or
waitress how to do their job and any of her subordinates how to sit, eat,
and drink.  I hope you have the picture.
    She was beating the crap out of me in tennis.  Not because I was
letting her, but because I suck at tennis and she's so good at it.  It
got so bad that she stops play.
    "You better not be letting me win."
    She told me while pointing her raquet at me.
    "I'm not.  I'm just not very good at this game."
    How about strip football?  Make sure you wear that outfit.  Maybe
even wrestling.  I'll most definitely let you win.  We'll even do it
submission style.
    Those were my thoughts.  She served up another ace.  After that she
didn't want to play me any more but surveyed the club to find another
opponent. 
    Her sparkling blue eyes hunted until she came upon this brick-
red-head that couldn't have been older than 19 or 20 years of age hitting
tennis balls from a machine on another court.
    "You stay right there."
    She ordered me as she walked off the court and over to that girl.  I
was figuring she was going to try and show me up by picking the pettiest
looking opponent she could find.  She of course was going to beat this
girl into oblivion but make sure that Memphis pointed out to me about how
much of a tougher opponent this girl was than me.
    By petty I don't mean the girl was ugly.  She was just quite small
and didn't look very athletic.  She was wearing a red tank top and
matching red tennis shorts.
    I couldn't help but to think of how good Memphis looks in red, but I
doubt the girl's clothes would fit her.  That shirt would probably tear
at the shoulders and rip at the breast.  The shorts probably wouldn't fit
at all.
    Memphis is quite big.  I don't mean fat either I just mean her waist
is about 28 and 3 quarters inches whereas this girls waist is probably a
petite 20 inches.  Not being able to fit in the girl's clothes though was
just fine because Memphis looked perfectly good in her white v-neck
sleeveless pull over. 
    A bit of cleavage was impossible to hide.  The white tennis skirt
that she wore showed plenty of those long shapely legs that seemed to go
on forever.  Though Memphis is a desk jockey she is also quite active and
is loaded with fem muscle. 
    Before too long they both came back over to our court.  Memphis
pointed her raquet at me and ordered me off the court without even
looking at me.
    "You off the court now.  Watch.  Perhaps you'll learn a little
something.  This little lady is probably a better opponent than you."
    Well the first set looked to be a business as usual.  Despite the 6-2
trouncing Memphis gave the poor teen she congratulated her on a well play
first set.
    "Thanks but I don't think I did all that good."
    "Well you didn't but better than some people."
    Memphis replied and looked at me.  After Memphis went up 2 love in
the second set something happened.  Truthfully I'm still not quite sure.
    That little teen took my 40 year old woman boss to school.  I mean
she served hard and hit the ball hard.  Her returns weren't just hard but
quite accurate.  She actually had Memphis running all over the court to
hit the ball.
    Much to say that was to my delight.  Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, and that
wasn't just the ball either.  I looked at Memphis while she was getting
ready to serve for the start of the third set.  She had took a 2-6
drubbing that second set.
    Sweat was glistening on her body and she was breathing heavier than
I'd ever seen her breath before.  With a grunt of effort she served.  I
just loved hearing her grunt.  Its not one of those deep "hooha".  Its
more like a soft feminine "huha".
    Kind of like when a woman grunts while having sex.
    I think that's an "oha" sound.
    Well Pygmalion, I'm a virgin so huh to you.  Anyway things only
seemed to get worse in the third set.  The girl was up 5-1 and for the
first time in my life I saw Memphis lose her composure.
    Memphis threw her raquet aside and accused the girl of being a
hustler, or maybe it was a hussy.  I really didn't hear.
    "Well maybe if your boobs weren't so big the wouldn't slow you down
and get in the way of your swing."
    "Excuse me?!"
    Memphis was mad and she approached the net eyeing the teen.  The teen
didn't respond but only returned Memphis's glare.  That's when I put my
two cents in from the sideline.
    "Are you two going to finish the match or what?"
    "Well at least I have boobs scarecrow.'
    Memphis stuck her chest out and hoisted up her boobs with her hands. 
The girl didn't take too kindly to the scarecrow remark and she charged
the net.  I ran in from the sidelines and stood on Memphis's side of the
net.
    "Okay now lets calm down.  Cooler heads prevail.  You two can finish
your match and go your separate ways."
    Memphis was trying to look past me and the girl was encouraging her
to tussle.  I did something that I wouldn't normally do and that was
physically redirect Memphis to her spot on the court.
    "Get my raquet."
    She ordered me.  I looked at the teen who was back in her spot and
ready to serve.  Figuring things had cooled down I retrieved Ms. Belle's
raquet.  I tried to hand it back to her but she didn't like the handle
being in my hand.
    "Is that anyway to hand someone a tennis raquet?"
    "Sorry Ms.Belle."
    I turned it around and handed to her suitable liking.  She took her
hand off her hip and took it from me.
    "You're sorry more ways than one."
    She told me.  I smiled a bit because I could see that she was back to
her usual self.  I ran back to my spot on the sideline. 
    The match resumed with the teenager serving.  As fate would have it
the ball went line drive right at Memphis.  She reared back to hit it
once it bounced off the court.  The problem was it didn't bounce off the
court but struck Ms. Boss in the chest.
    "Uh!"
    She doubled over then stood straight up.
    "You did that on purpose!"
    Memphis pointed an accussing raquet at the girl.  The girl still had
her raquet in hand and the other hand was cuffed over her mouth.  She was
obviously laughing.
    I looked back at Memphis and noticed the tennis ball was conveniently
placed in her cleavage inside her blouse.
    "Do you want me to dig that out for you Ms. Belle?"
    Memphis shot an evil glare at me and dug the ball out herself.  Once
she had it out she winged it at the girl.  The girl stopped laughing
after sidestepping the ball.
    "Do you wanna go?!"
    "Absolutley!"
    Memphis replied while both of them tossed their raquets aside.  I
took it upon myself to try and keep the peace.  This time Memphis shoved
me aside and told me if I intervened I would get fired.
    No sooner than she said that I got punched in the back.  Before I
could turn around Memphis shoved me aside and threw a jab but missed.
    "You can't hit my employees!"
    She exclaimed with a certain fire in her eyes.  She cocked her arm
back to throw another jab but the girl that was giving up a whole head in
height to Memphis leaped in the air and socked Memphis in the jaw.  The
thump I received to my back was enough to get my attention, but seeing
the girl leap in the air added velocity to her punch to Memphis's jaw.
    The punch had enough impact that not only did Memphis's head jerk
back but she staggered backward.  The girl jumped up on the tennis net
and used it as a springboard to kick Memphis in the boobs.  Somehow I had
the feeling that the girl relished kicking Memphis there.
    She punched her in each breast as well.  It wasn't long after the
fight started that a bunch of people had gathered just to watch.  Some of
them were even betting.
    For some reason the women seemed to relish seeing Memphis getting
punched in the boobs. Memphis only took a step back after each punch,
yelled out, and then folded her arms over her boobs.  I guess the girl
liked competition because instead of going right on the attack she
started verbally taunting Memphis. 
    The taunting must have worked because Memphis retaliated with a swing
but missed.  The girl ducked under the punch and landed a straight jab to
Memphis's gut.  Memphis retaliated with a kick to the girl's shin.  The
girl hobbled around and left herself opened to be caught by a straight
jab to the jaw from Memphis.
    Not surprisingly Memphis packs a powerful punch.  The girl staggered
backward and fell against the tennis net.  She looked like a stunned
boxer on the ropes.  Memphis came charging in but was stopped short by a
kick from the girl into the vaginal region.
    Then the girl bounced of the net about the same fashion as a pro
wrestler off the ring ropes and she took Memphis down with an impressive
spear.  Memphis didn't get knocked flat on her back but the hard landing
on her rump and hands stunned her enough for the girl to get behind her.
    From there girl put Memphis in an interesting hold.  She hooked an
arm under one of Memphis's arm and started forearming Memphis in the back
of her head and neck.  Despite the girl being of puny stature her forearm
smashes were quite effective. 
    I heard Memphis yell out in pain as well as her eyes bounced around
in her head after each forearm was smashed into her.  After quite a few
forearm smashes the girl released the hold and now stood at Memphis's
side and kicked her in the side of the head.  The kick was obviously
hard.
    In fact hard enough to knock Memphis over on her side.  She didn't
even make a sound but only fell over sideways.  The girl ran around so to
face Memphis.  From there she kicked Memphis in the stomach and those
precious boobs over and over until Memphis couldn't take anymore.
    She rolled over onto her stomach.  That's when the girl connected
with a knee drop to the small of Memphis's back.  She kept her knee
planted in the small of her much bigger and impressive looking at one
time foe's back.
    She cuffed her hand and locked her fingers together under Memphis's
chin.  With knee planted in the small of the back the girl pulled
Memphis's head back with her hands clasped uner her chin.  The girl was
really putting a lot of effort into this hold and Memphis was straining
as well with gritted teeth and eyes tightly shut.
    She would  moan and every so often  yell out.  Somehow I got the
feeling this girl was really relishing hurting Memphis this way.  The
audience stood astounded, and some of them mostly females were
snickering. 
    The astounded part I could understand perfectly.  You take Memphis a
successful 40 year old lawyer that had a remarkable body and imposing
size getting trounced by some college girl that was quite small.  With
wrestling moves and holds to boot.
    Unfortunately that twerp wasn't quite through just yet.  Since
Memphis hadn't called it quits nor did she get knocked unconcious the so
called fight, which resembled more of a one way drubbing, not in the way
people would expect either, was still on.  Though this girl was quite
young I had the feeling she had done this sort of thing before.
    She released the hold and stood on top of Memphis before stepping
off.  She started verbally taunting Memphis and slapped her in the head. 
Memphis showed resolve and pushed herself up to her hands and knees.
    The girl grabbed two handfuls of Memphis's hair and kneed her in the
face.  She then proceeded to remove the white hair band or bow whatever
those things are called that women wear around the crown of their heads
to keep the hair out of their eyes. 
    "Wow!  Satin."
    The girl proclaimed of the head/hair garment.  She then smacked
Memphis across the face with it and threw it aside.  For some reason that
must have made Memphis mad because she gave the girl a hard shove and
rose to her feet.  The girl stumbled backward and bounced of the tennis
net once again.
    This time she kicked Memphis right in the crotch after she bounced
off the just as Memphis made it to her feet.  Memphis doubled over.  The
girl stood her straight up with a kick to her chin.  I thought about
stepping in and ending this thing but remembered Memphis's threat about
my job if I interfered.
    To be perfectly honest with you on one hand I relished seeing Memphis
finally get a dose of what she dishes out in a round about way.  On the
other hand I'm attracted to her and really was grimacing for her.  The
girl had Memphis so dazed that she was able to pull Memphis's blouse down
by the shoulder straps down to her waist.
    Having this happened must have been a wake up to Memphis because she
slapped the girl in the face and kicked her in the stomach.  I thought
for certain that Memphis was going to be able to turn things around.  She
didn't bother with pulling her blouse back up, but went on the attack. 
    I couldn't help but notice how big Memphis's boobs were.  Even though
they were still covered by a white lacy bra it was still easy to see how
large and round they are.  Shoot each of them were as big as the girl's
head.  That's no exaggeration either.
    That fight now was really picking up the pace as the two of them
stood toe to toe exchanging blows.  Truthfully I think Memphis was a
little worn down from the tennis match and what happened earlier in the
fight because her punches didn't seem to have any effect on the much
smaller girl.  In fact the girl was actually gaining the advantage and
seemed to have more on her punches.
    This was a big shock.  Memphis is towering over this short skinny
girl by a whole head.  Not only that but the muscle tone on Memphis is
the type I think a lot of women would kill for.  They probably wouldn't
want her size because I've heard Memphis brag about her 13.5" biceps
before. 
    The girl displayed superior hand speed and started landing two
punches for each of Memphis's.  Memphis was knocked for a loop a missed a
couple of times.  The girl easily ducked under each punch and afterward
landed a one two punch to her boobs.
    Those big overstuffed water balloons looked like they were going to
bounce out of her bra.  Memphis missed one last haymaker, and to be
honest I think it was a good thing because it probably would've hurt her
fist more than the girl.  The girl slammed each fist one-two fashion into
those refined gorgeous abs.
    This was proof that Memphis was worn out because the fists sank right
in and Memphis dropped to the clay court on her rump.  She put her hand
up as if to signal she'd had enough, and not in the way she was going to
whip that girl either, but more in the way of submission.  This was also
a signal for me to step in.
    I did and got kicked in the groin for my efforts.  I didn't intend on
attacking the girl, but I guess she thought I was going to.  Boy did she
kick hard and everyone except Memphis and I laughed.
    The crowd began to break up.  Some of them inquired of the girl and
her fighting skills.  One guy offered to buy her a drink.  She declined
and responded with two more years she'd be able to take him up on that
offer.
    As for Memphis and I, well it took sometime for us to gather
ourselves.  Once we did we were out of there.  We knew many of the others
at our firm played tennis here and would hear of this.  I really wasn't
looking forward to the embarrassment, and am most certain that Memphis
isn't either.
    HA ha.  Oh I'm sorry man.
    I'm not done yet.  After Memphis and I gathered ourselves we went to
our respective changing rooms and changed into our office clothes and met
at Memphis's car.  She ordered me to drive.
    So I did.  I started to head for the office but she redirected me to
her house.  She told me she had a piece of business to tend to and then
she was going to take the day off.  Once we arrived to her house we both
got out of the car and went in.
    "Can I use your phone?"
    "Sure."
    It didn't dawn on me then but it does now.  I realized something in
her changed because I asked using can I instead of may I and she didn't
correct me.  Anyway I was in the process of calling me a cab.
    "Who are you calling anyway."
    "A cab.  I need a lift back to the office so I can get my car."
    I turned my attention to the phone and dialed the seven no wait four
numbers.  Memphis pressed down on the receiver to hang it up.  Then she
took the phone out of my hands and hung it up.
    "We have a lot to talk about."
    She informed me.
    Oh I see you got your but chewed out for something.
    Now Pygmalion actually something magical happened.
    You got a raise?
    Well sort of.  actually Pygmalion I'm proud to say that not only did
her and I have a good heart to heart but unlike you I'm no longer a
virgin. 
    So what brought this on?
    Well on the way home we both started feeling sorry for each other in
our affliction.  I remember I felt sorry for her and at the sametime
shamefully aroused.  Granted seeing Memphis fight was a pathetic sight,
but on the other hand seeing this etiquette hot looking professional get
lambasted by some small teen had an overwhelming strange appeal.
    Does Memphis know that?
    Yea.  She felt the same way toward me getting kicked in the groin.
    Well how are things at work?
    Unlike you I still have a job.  Memphis and I don't really care about
the snickers of others.  We have each other.  One more thing Pygmalion. 
The sound Memphis makes during sex is a low whispering grunt of huha.

Story by Pygmalion and Friend

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