Tennis Wager
By A.J. Brown
Amanda and a janitor bet on a set


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Dylan sat in the hospital break room on Friday afternoon eating his lunch. A
lot of people complained about hospital food but the cafeteria of the hospital
where Dylan was a janitor had great food. The bacon cheeseburger and fries
they made were better than anywhere else he had ever eaten and he treated
himself to them every Friday. The 23-year-old janitor ate his lunch with the
company of another janitor, Mike, and two of the nurses.

"You do anything last night?" Mike asked Dylan.

"Just played some tennis" Dylan replied after he swallowed another bite of his
delicious burger.

"You play tennis?" one of the nurses asked. It was Amanda Weinberg. Amanda was
a 29- year-old Jewish nurse who Dylan wasn't particularly fond of. She seemed
to have absolutely no life and she made the stupidest jokes. She had this
annoying, hearty laugh that drove him bananas every time he heard it. She
wasn't particularly attractive either. It wasn't that she couldn't be. She
seemed to be in decent shape although he never really got a look at her body
with the nurse attire she wore. She had one of the dumbest haircuts Dylan had
ever seen on a woman with her brown hair that was cut fairly short and it was
puffy. Her skin was as white as a ghost as well. He always wanted to tell her
to go sit in a tanning salon or something.

"I played tennis in college" Amanda continued. "We should play a set
sometime." Dylan was sipping on his Coke when Amanda said that and he laughed
with the soda in his mouth and then swallowed it.

"Please I'd kill you" he said back with a cocky smile. Dylan never played
tennis at the collegiate level like Amanda did - he only played up through
high school. But he knew he'd beat her because she was a girl. Dylan wasn't
really a cocky guy or a sexist. It was just simple fact. He remembered when he
was in high school and he watched a guy on the JV team play a set against the
number one girl on varsity for the entire school. The JV guy beat her 6- 1.
The chick was so mad. From that point on Dylan knew that guys were simply more
athletic than girls were. It wasn't a sexist thing it was just how it was.

"How do you know that?" Amanda asked with the most serious look on her face.
Her big lips annoyed Dylan as well. "You've never seen me play." Dylan didn't
want to sound like a sexist asshole but there was really no way for him to
answer her question without sounding like one so he really had no choice.

"I just know" Dylan replied. "Men are more athletic than women are. I don't
need to see you play to know that."

"Oh, you are simply unbelievable" Amanda replied angrily. "What a sexist thing
to say. If you think you are so great let's play tomorrow. And put a little
wager on it to make it interesting." Just hearing Amanda talk annoyed Dylan
and he certainly didn't want to spend any of his free time during the weekend
with her.

"I think I'll pass on that" Dylan replied smoothly. Amanda gave him an annoyed
laugh.

"Oh please, you talk about how non-athletic women are and then you won't even
play me to back it up?" Amanda snapped back. "Please. Shut your mouth if you
don't even have the courage to back up what you're saying." The room got
silent. Mike and the other nurse both gave Dylan a look signaling that Amanda
was absolutely right. He had no choice now. He wasn't scared to play her by
any means. He was confident he would win. He just thought about how much it
was going to suck to have to play with her. That meant other people would see
him in public with this annoying woman. It was the last thing he wanted but at
that point he had no choice. He thought about it and he figured if he had to
play tennis with her he'd at least need to get something out of it.

"OK fine, you wanna play, I'll play" Dylan replied and Amanda took a bite out
of the carrot she was eating. Her lunch was a turkey sandwich on wheat bread
that she had brought in from home with some carrot and celery sticks. "You
said you wanted to put a little wager on it. I'd love a free bacon
cheeseburger and fries next Friday. Loser buys the winner lunch."

"I don't want to eat that greasy cafeteria stuff" Amanda replied. "If you win
I'll buy you lunch. But if I win I want something else. I love foot massages.
If I win I want you to rub my feet for twenty minutes." Dylan was drinking his
Coke again as Amanda was speaking and when she said that he almost spit it out
all over the place. What a random thing to want for a bet. Dylan wanted
something that was worth money and she just wanted a foot rub? He thought what
a weirdo she was. Then he looked at Amanda. She was certainly not attractive.
She had sneakers on. Dylan had never seen Amanda's feet nor did he ever want
to. He didn't like feet in general and he had no interest in ever seeing
Amanda's and certainly had no interest in touching them. His face cringed as
he thought about that.

"Um, yea, I don't really think that's a fair bet" Dylan stated.

"If the bet is unfair to anyone it's unfair to me" Amanda said back speaking
very rapidly and sounding extremely irritated. "I have to use my money to buy
you a lunch and you don't need to spend a dime. If anything you're getting the
better deal. But besides, what's the difference? Men are more athletic than
women and you are going to beat me easily. So who cares what you I get if I
win, since I won't win?" Once again, Mike and the other nurse looked at Dylan
acknowledging that Amanda was right and Dylan Greco, the born and raised proud
Italian man, was becoming extremely annoyed that this Jewish woman kept
outwitting him in front of his peers.

"Fine" Dylan said sounding very annoyed. "You want a fucking foot rub if you
win I'll give you a fucking foot rub. You're right you're not going to win
anyway." Mike gave Dylan a look like Dylan was getting a little out of
control. Amanda gave Dylan a look of disgust.

"Lower your voice and watch your language" Amanda scolded with a quite but
angry voice like she was lecturing a child. "There are patients just outside
that that door. They can't be hearing hospital staff using that kind of
language!" Dylan gave Amanda an annoyed look and didn't say anything. "Now
when do you want to play tomorrow?" Amanda continued. "What's your phone
number so we can set something up?" Dylan did not want this loser woman having
his phone number and that's exactly why he didn't want to do this to begin
with.

"Just meet me at the courts at Ridge Park at 1 p.m. tomorrow" Dylan said back
avoiding giving Amanda his number. "I'll be there."

"OK well you better be there or you lose by default and you still have to pay
the bet" Amanda said back and then she pointed to the other two in the room.
"I have two witnesses." Dylan could not believe this chick was that lame that
she just said she had two witnesses. Not only did he want to beat her in
tennis now but he really just wanted to smack her in the head.

"I said I'll be there" Dylan said and he and Amanda gave each other an evil
look.

The next afternoon Dylan showed up at the tennis courts promptly at 1 p.m. The
courts were pretty packed but he saw that Amanda was already there on one of
the courts practicing her serves. It was a hot, sunny day, about 80 degrees
outside and the sun shined bright. Normally Dylan wouldn't want to be running
around playing tennis when it was that hot out but there was no way he was
backing down from the bet. He looked at Amanda as he walked closer to the
court. She was wearing shorts and a tank top. He knew that she had pale skin
but now that the bright sun was shining on her he was amazed at how pale this
woman's skin really was. She seriously looked like she was glowing. Her skin
looked shiny, too, and that must have been because she had sun lotion on which
Dylan figured was a good idea because she would clearly fry out there with
that skin.

Dylan walked closer to the court and began to check out Amanda's body as he
got closer. At work her body was always covered so he had never seen her body
much before. Her shoulders and arms were fairly skinny and obviously quite
pale. Her boobs were fairly large for someone with such skinny arms and
shoulders. Her bottom half was not skinny at all. Her ass was quite chunky.
She wore short shorts that went about halfway down her thighs but instead of
wearing short, ankle-high, tennis socks like everyone else on the court was
she wore tube socks that went halfway up her lower legs. Her legs were pale
like the rest of her body. Unlike her skinny arms her legs were absolutely
enormous. She had some serious muscle definition but they were also quite
chunky as well. They were a combination of meat and muscle and overall they
were a pair of big legs. Dylan looked down at his own skinny legs and he
realized that hers were extremely bigger which made him feel kind of weird.

Dylan walked closer to the court that Amanda was warming up on and then he
noticed a chick that he had been hitting on at the bars recently was playing
on another court. She was a short, cute, little Italian chick, named Sandy
that Dylan would flirt with a lot when he saw her out and had been working on
getting something going with. He did not want Sandy to see him with Amanda,
that was for sure, as that would definitely hurt his chances with Sandy.

"Hi Dylan!" Amanda yelled loudly across the courts when she saw Dylan right
after he was thinking about how he didn't want Sandy to see that he was with
Amanda. Amanda's loud, deep voice, carried across the courts for everyone to
hear and a few people looked over when she said that, including Sandy of
course. Dylan didn't say anything back to Amanda and he just walked on to the
court feeling so embarrassed that Sandy had seen him with this stupid looking
woman. Dylan had a large, grape, Gatorade in his hand and he set it down next
to the court and then took the cover off of his racket. He also set down his
asthma inhaler which he had brought along. He had very mild asthma and he
hadn't used his inhaler in years but he always brought it along anywhere he
went just to be safe.

"I've been warming up for the past half hour but I'm assuming you are going to
want to warm up a little bit too" Amanda said speaking very loudly again.
Dylan didn't want to warm up. He wanted to beat this dumb bitch as quickly as
possible and get the hell out of there.

"No, I'm all set" he replied. "I don't need to warm-up. I told you this is
going to be easy for me."

"OK, suit yourself" Amanda replied. "Come on up to the net and we'll spin my
racket to see who serves first." Dylan walked up to the net where Amanda was
standing. Her racquet was a Prince brand racket and the letter "p" was at the
bottom so Amanda was going to spin her racket and somewhat like flipping a
coin Dylan would have to say if the racket would land on a "p" or a "d" and if
he was right he would serve and if not Amanda would. As Dylan stood next to
closely to Amanda by the net he truly realized how much darker his Italian
skin was than her skin but he also noticed something else that he had never
noticed before. Amanda was bigger than he was. In the hospital attire that
Amanda wore Dylan had never noticed that before but now that they were
standing next to each other both wearing shorts and a t-shirt it was quite
obvious. Amanda stood at about 5'8 and even though her arms were skinny, with
her big boobs and her big legs Dylan guessed that she probably weighed over
150 lbs. Dylan stood at a mere 5'6 and he was also quite thin weighing only
about 145 lbs.

"P or d?" Amanda asked Dylan breaking him from his daydream.

"D" Dylan replied. He always chose "d" since it was the first letter of his
name. Amanda spun the racket and it did land on a "d". The first serve was
going to be Dylan's. He picked up 2 balls and put one in his pocket. Dylan and
Amanda both walked in the opposite direction to the opposite baseline. He
stood at the baseline ready to serve and she stood at the other end of the
court waiting. Her bright skin shined in the powerful sun and Dylan still
found him self amazed that Amanda was bigger than he was.

"Do you want any warm up serves?" Amanda asked loudly across the court with
her deep voice. What he wanted was for her to shut up.

"I told you I don't need any warm-up" he shouted back sounding frustrated.

"OK, fine" she said back. "It might be hard for you to beat me if you're not
warmed up." She then gave the most annoying sounding laugh. It was a deep
hearty laugh and the fact that what she said wasn't even funny made him quite
angry.

"Love-love" Dylan said loudly announcing the opening score and signaling that
he was ready to serve. He couldn't wait to get the show on the road and shut
Amanda up. He threw the ball up in the air and hit it with his racquet. The
split second that Dylan's racquet made contact with the ball he knew it was a
great serve. He watched the ball as it sped across the court almost like a
line-drive and just barely went over the net. He then watched as the ball
perfectly hit the back corner of the service box making it almost impossible
to return. It was definitely the best serve he had ever hit in his life. In
the very short amount of time that the ball went from Dylan's racquet to the
corner of the service box Dylan had time to think to himself how proud he was
of the shot and figured Amanda would either completely miss the ball, giving
Dylan an ace, or if she did make contact it would surely go backwards or way
out of play.

Dylan's daydreaming was rudely interrupted when (what he thought was) the
impossible happened and Amanda returned the shot. She had somehow managed just
to stick out her racquet and have his perfect serve bounce right off the
center of her racquet and although she barely swung there was so much power on
his serve it traveled back over the net to the service box on his side. It
wasn't a great return by any means by considering how great the serve was, any
return at all was pretty good. Since Dylan did not anticipate that Amanda
would return the serve he was still all the way in the back of the court and
not in the ready position to return a shot. When he saw Amanda's return go
over the net he had to sprint in desperation to the front of the court to get
to it. He did not want Amanda to make him look bad on this first point so he
made sure to get to the ball and he was able to just barely get up there and
hit the ball back over the net. When he hit the ball he was in no position to
make a good shot and he ended up hitting the ball directly to Amanda. He was
now in the front left corner of the court and Amanda just hit the ball easily
to the right side and it passed right by him landing in bounds. The score was
love-15 in favor of Amanda.

Sure it was only one point but it got under Dylan's skin. The fact that Amanda
had ruined his perfect serve then sent him sprinting across the court really
bugged him. Another thing that annoyed him was he realized he was sweating a
bit already. Being a short skinny guy Dylan hardly ever sweat and he didn't
like the fact that Amanda made him sweat after just one point. It was partly
the heat but it was Amanda's doing as well.

Dylan lined up for the next serve. He looked at Amanda awaiting its arrival.
She shook her chunky ass as she stood there in position and Dylan just wanted
to hit the ball right through her. He wound up and smacked the ball hard. Once
again the ball hit hard off his racquet and just barely went over the net but
this time his serve was a good two feet long. He grabbed the second ball out
of his pocket and served. It was another hard serve but this time it went
right into the net. Double-fault. The score was love-30 in favor of Amanda.

Dylan served again. Once again the ball went right into the net. He was
quickly becoming very frustrated. He could not double-fault again. He hit his
next serve lightly to make sure he did not fault. The serve surely landed in
the box this time although there wasn't a whole lot of power behind it. Dylan
stood in the back right hand part of the court waiting to see how Amanda would
handle the serve. She returned it and put the ball in the left service box on
Dylan's side of the net. Dylan had to sprint up the court to get to the ball.
He was able to return Amanda's shot but since he had to run so far to get to
it he wasn't able to place it very well and he hit the ball right at her.
After he hit it he ran to the back of the court immediately to make sure
Amanda didn't hit it passed him again. Amanda did hit the ball past Dylan and
although he had to run hard to chase it down he was able to return her shot.
The return was not very good and it went right to Amanda; she did not have to
run at all. Dylan stood in the back of the court again and Amanda lightly hit
it to the front of the court. Dylan could not go down love-40. He chased the
ball, he chased it hard, but it was too far away from him to catch it. The
ball bounced twice and the point was Amanda's. Dylan slightly twisted his
ankle chasing the ball but made sure not to let Amanda know that. He was
becoming tired already. He was sweating more. His ankle hurt. Amanda did not
seem tired, she was not sweating at all, and she definitely hadn't injured
herself. The score was love-40 in favor of Amanda.

Dylan managed to get his next serve in bounds and they rallied out for the
point with Amanda hitting her shots with not much power but such perfection
where Dylan was running all over the court to chase them down and he could
never get in a position to hit a good shot so he kept hitting the ball
directly at Amanda for her to do whatever she pleased with it. They had a
decent lasting rally but Dylan eventually hit the ball out of bounds and
Amanda took the first game without Dylan scoring a point on her.

The next game went the same way. It was Amanda's serve and her serves weren't
extra powerful but they did have some zip and each one of her first serves was
good. There were four points that game and each one had Amanda hitting the
ball to all different places of the court sending Dylan running all over the
court looking and feeling foolish and Amanda took each point. Dylan was
becoming very sweaty and he really noticed that he was starting to run out of
breath. His ankle was beginning to hurt more as well. Amanda looked full of
energy and free of sweat and pain. The score was two games to none in favor of
Amanda and Dylan still hadn't even taken a point.

The next game it was Dylan's serve. On the first point they had a good rally
until Dylan was able to hit a powerful shot right by Amanda and score the
first point. Game 3 was 15-love in favor of Dylan. On the next 2 points Amanda
made mistakes, one of them was due to another good shot by Dylan and the other
was due to carelessness on her part. Game 3 was now 40-love in favor of Dylan.
It looked like Dylan was going to take game 3 which was crucial because he
definitely did want to go down 3-0 especially since he was still feeling hot
and tired and the pain in his ankle hadn't really gone away. It was game point
and Dylan made his first serve nice and easy because he didn't want to make
any stupid mistakes. Amanda returned the serve hard and then she charged the
net which she hadn't done all game. As the ball bounced at Dylan he looked at
Amanda standing right at the net and thought about where he was going to hit
the ball and from looking at her he was not sure. She stood at the net taller
than Dylan with her big legs and she looked awfully powerful standing there.
Dylan hit the ball and tried to make it go passed Amanda on the left but she
reached out her long, skinny arm and returned the shot. This time Dylan tried
to hit the ball over Amanda's head and although he thought the shot was high
enough to get over her she reached her arm up and slammed the ball back and he
was unable to return it. The score of game 3 was 40-15 in favor of Dylan.

On the next point Amanda charged the net again. As Dylan returned her shots
she looked so powerful standing there at the net and for the life of him he
could not get the ball passed her. Amanda stood at the net sending Dylan
running around his side of the court for a few shots until she was able to do
another slam that Dylan was unable to return. Game 3 was now 40-30 in favor of
Dylan and he found himself nervous again.

The next two points went pretty much the same with the first two did with
Amanda charging the net and hitting her shots to all different parts of the
court, Dylan being unable to get the ball by her at all, and Amanda ultimately
taking each point. Just like that the score of the third game went from being
Dylan up 40-love and just about to put away the game to now the advantage
being Amanda's and her being one point from taking the game. Dylan felt
extremely tired from chasing Amanda's shots all around the court and he felt
himself running out of breath again. He noticed that he was beginning to feel
a great deal of anxiety as well. If he allowed Amanda to come back in this
game and take away that lead he had and then go on top in the set 3-0, even he
realized it would be extremely difficult to come back from that especially
considering how tired he was feeling. He also noticed something that seemed
pretty odd to him - thinking about the dilemma he was in was making his cock
get extremely hard. He wasn't attracted to Amanda, not whatsoever, and he
certainly wasn't enjoying the thrashing she was giving him thus far. So why
was he hard? He had to get his mind off that. The only thing he could think
about was taking the next point.

Dylan served again. Amanda returned the serve and immediately charged the net
again. He hit the ball very high in the air, way out of Amanda's reach, to the
back of the court. She really had to backtrack to get to the ball and he could
tell she almost lost it in the sun. She did end up returning the shot but it
was a horrible return. That's what Dylan needed to do - just keep hitting lobs
when she charged the net. He was able to hit her weak return pretty hard to
the back of the court and thought that it would put her away but once again
she was able to return his shot. The rest of the point was well played out by
both of them but even with his best shots Dylan was unable to take the point.
Amanda kept placing the ball in different parts of the court again sending
Dylan running all over the place and although he gave his best tennis effort
of his life chasing the ball around eventually he could not keep up any longer
and he ended up hitting the ball into the net. Just like that Amanda has
ruined the huge lead that Dylan had built in that game and now she lead the
set 3-0 throwing a huge dagger into Dylan's confidence.

Dylan bent down and put his hands on his knees. That last point had made him
feel extremely worn out. He closed his eyes for a brief second and when he
opened them he saw stars everywhere. The heat was really getting to him and he
thought for sure he was going to fall over but he didn't. He could feel the
sweat pouring down his face and the rest of his body. He was short of breath
so he tried taking a couple of deep breaths and when he did that he wheezed
extremely loud on each breath. His asthma that hadn't acted up in years was
now bothering him severely and he felt extremely thankful that he decided to
bring his inhaler along with him because he remembered before he left that he
came very close to not even bringing it. Dylan was still looking at the ground
but he could see out of the corner of his eye that Amanda was looking at him
waiting to see if he was going to stand up and play. There was no way that he
was ready to do that and he stuck his pointer finger up in the air signaling
that he needed a minute.

"Gi wuh min" he yelled out and he had really tried to speak clearly but he was
so worn out that he couldn't get out a full sentence and it just came out as a
big mumble and he wheezed when he said it.

"Are you OK?" Amanda asked sounding concerned and her deep voice was so loud
that he was sure half the court heard her announce that Dylan probably wasn't
doing OK. He nodded, waved her away, and managed to walk to the side of the
court where his Gatorade and inhaler were. He sat down next to them. The first
thing he did was take two big hits off his asthma inhaler and they were much
needed. He then cracked open his large Gatorade and drank half of the large
bottle before he took another breath. The medicine and the drink did help him
feel a bit better but he still felt overheated and he was still breathing
heavily and wheezing a little bit. He definitely did not feel in any shape to
continue this match. He looked up and saw Amanda standing there. Other than
the fact that she was a little bit sweaty she was not even fazed. She stood up
proudly on her feet, not showing any signs of being tired, and she didn't even
take a drink. This tennis battle they were having had basically pushed Dylan
to his physical limit and Amanda wasn't even remotely affected by it. She just
stood there looking so much more powerful than weak little Dylan who was
huffing and puffing on the ground.

"You should probably stop" Amanda said sounding a bit concerned. "I'm a nurse
and you don't look so good right now. Your breathing doesn't sound good
either." Dylan didn't say anything but he looked at the ground and thought
about what Amanda said. He knew he didn't look or sound too good. And she was
right. She was a nurse. Maybe he had to put is ego aside here. Amanda was
easily dominating Dylan in this physical battle, yet she wasn't acting cocky
about it whatsoever despite how cocky he had been acting the previous day. Her
tone was of genuine concern and based on his physical condition he considered
that taking her advice may be a good idea.

"You may as well just forfeit" Amanda continued and the word "forfeit"
bothered Dylan a lot more than the word "stop" had. "Just forfeit now and I'll
win the bet by default then you can rub my feet and we can end this." The
intense physical activity had taken Dylan's mind off the fact that they had a
bet and he had definitely completely forgotten that if he lost this bet she
was going to expect that he rub her nasty feet. He looked up at Amanda with
her white pale skin that was perspiring and those thick, white tube socks she
was wearing, and how extremely pale and sweaty her gross feet must be wrapped
up in those thick ass socks in the extreme heat with no exposure to the sun at
all. Dylan was truly amazed. He was truly amazed at how one's mental state can
dictate how they feel because once Amanda said that and he thought about
forfeiting to this annoying Jewish woman and having to rub her feet the
exhaustion, the heat, and all of those other uncomfortable feelings went away
and they were replaced by a second wind of motivation to make a comeback and
shut that bitch up. He was not going to lose this match and he was certainly
not going to rub her feet. Dylan stood up.

"No, screw that, I'm OK, let's play the next game" he said confidently.

"Suit yourself" Amanda replied and she rolled her eyes.

It was the fourth game and it was Amanda's serve. Her first serve was a fault
but her second serve went in. Dylan returned the serve with a nice powerful
shot. He was feeling energized and extremely motivated to comeback and win.
His return was good but Amanda was able to return it with another return. They
had another good rally but despite all of his confidence and determination
Amanda still ended up taking the point. Dylan quickly started feeling him self
getting tired again. On the next point Amanda had a powerful first serve that
landed in bounds and Dylan ended up playing the entire point on the defensive,
running around all over the court wherever Amanda hit the ball and that point
went to Amanda as well. She led game four, 30- love. Dylan's wheezing was
rapidly coming back as well as his physical and heat exhaustion.

From that point on for the next three games Amanda charged the net on every
point and on every point she looked so powerful standing there slamming the
tennis ball back at Dylan as he ran everywhere trying to get the ball by her
and being unsuccessful every time. For the rest of the set Dylan only took one
more point so not only did Amanda end up winning the set but she did so with
Dylan only taking 3 points the entire time which was easily the most
humiliating thing he had ever experienced. When she slammed the ball back at
Dylan for the winning set point he immediately dropped his racquet and put his
hands on his knees again. He was wheezing like crazy again and was sure he was
going to pass out from the heat exhaustion. He looked up and saw Amanda there
not looking the least bit tired from the set that gave Dylan's body an
athletic beating. Dylan managed to walk his way over to the side of the court
and sit next to his Gatorade.

Dylan picked up his drink, opened it up, and started to chug the rest of it.
The Gatorade tasted so damn good. He heard footsteps so he looked up and saw
Amanda walking towards him. He was sure she was walking over to gloat. He
thought about all the trash-talking he was doing back at work and how
incredibly stupid Amanda made him look by athletically dominating him the way
she did. He noticed she had a plastic bag in her hand that had been sitting
next to the court the entire game. Amanda sat down next to him and pulled out
and icepack and a Hi-C Fruit Punch juice box from the bag. The woman had a
juice box. Dylan could not believe it. He had not even seen a juice box in
about almost 15 years, let alone had used one. He could not believe he had
just been dominated in athletics by a pale-skinned Jewish woman that drank out
of a juice box. She stuck the straw in it and started sipping away. If she
started gloating about her victory the fact that she was drinking out of a
juice box was going to make it that much worse. She didn't gloat at first
though. She didn't say anything. They both just sat there drinking their
drinks and just watched the other tennis players.

"You need to practice your passing shots and your lobs" Amanda said and then
she drank some more.

"No shit you stupid bitch" Dylan thought to himself but didn't say it out
loud. Her statement wasn't really bragging but it was so obvious that it made
him as angry as gloating would have, perhaps more. He didn't want to hear
anything out of her mouth at that moment, nothing at all.

Amanda finished up her juice box and put it back in the plastic bag. She then
started to do something that made Dylan feel a bit annoyed and a bit nervous
at the same time. She began untying her sneakers. "Why was she doing that?" he
thought to himself. After she untied them she then began to remove them. Dylan
was getting very angry. The last thing he wanted to see right now was this
chick's sweaty-ass feet. She then pulled off her long tube socks and there
they were just as nasty as he pictured they would be - Amanda's pale, sweaty,
bony, big feet with marks of the tube socks imprinted on them. They were so
disgusting looking and Dylan wanted nothing more than for her to put them
away. She didn't though. She just sat there squinting, because her sun
sensitive eyes couldn't take the sun, with her socks and shoes off. He
couldn't take it and he had to say something.

"Will you put your shoes back on?" Dylan asked angrily and at least he could
talk without huffing and puffing. Amanda turned and looked at him, still
squinting.

"No" she snapped back. "It's a free country and my feet hurt so I want to have
them off. Don't your feet hurt a bit too?"

"Maybe. A little. Yeah. I guess" he replied angrily. "But you don't see me
taking my shoes off. Not too mention that I'm hot but you don't see me taking
my shirt off either. Look around. No one else on this court has their shirt or
shoes off. It's poor etiquette!"

"Well there's no law against it and I'm going to keep my shoes off" she
replied smugly. "Besides, I don't see what the big deal is anyway. You need to
rub my feet now because you lost the bet so of course I'm going to have my
shoes off."

Dylan couldn't believe what he had just heard. If Amanda thought that there
was any chance that Dylan was going to rub her sweaty, nasty ass feet, right
then and there in front of everyone she was out of her mind. He intended to
try to get out of doing it either way but there was no way in hell he was
doing it right then and there.

"I don't think so" he said back. "Not now. No way I'm doing that with your
feet being as sweaty as they are. I'll do it some other time."

"No, you will do it now" she said back sternly and this woman was beginning to
sound like some of the teachers he had when he was a kid. "If you make a bet
in Vegas or the horse racing tracks you can cash in your ticket whenever you
are ready. It's the same thing here. I am cashing in my ticket." She then
wiggled her bony, long toes. She had a good point and that angered Dylan even
more because he still had no intention of doing it.

"I'm not fucking Vegas" he replied and he could hear the anger in his voice.
"I'm not doing that right now."

"Come on" she laughed back. "Why are you so afraid of my feet?" Amanda then
scooted her butt closer to Dylan and she stuck those disgusting, sweaty feet
in his face. Instantaneously, like someone that had just sat on a tack, Dylan
jumped to his feet right when her feet went near his face. Amanda just laughed
and then she took her left leg and hooked Dylan's right leg with it. Dylan's
guess that Amanda had strong legs was confirmed when she did that and her legs
were certainly much stronger than his because once she hooked his leg she
easily brought him back to the ground. Dylan's ass hit the ground hard and it
hurt like a bitch. He felt his eyes water up. Amanda then took her foot and
pushed him back with it and Dylan fell on his back. She then got up and sat
her big butt right on Dylan's stomach, laughing the entire time with her
hearty laugh. Amanda was now sitting right on Dylan with him pinned on the
ground and she did something that he dreaded she would. She stuck her pale,
bony, sweaty, sickening foot into Dylan's mouth. It tasted sweaty, and like
the socks that she had just taken off, and like nasty feet. Amanda laughed
loudly as she shoved her foot in and out of Dylan's mouth and he lay under her
on the ground unable to do anything about it. Dylan felt himself gagging due
to this horrible experience. Amanda had no sympathy and she continued to do
what she was doing.

Lying on the ground, grossed out, and completely humiliated, Dylan began to
hear people crowd around and he could see them doing so out of the corner of
his eye as well. He was sure that Sandy was one of those people and knew that
any chance he had with her now was certainly non-existent anymore. Amanda
shoved her foot in and out of Dylan's mouth and at least ten people were
crowded around conversing about what was going on.

"OK why don't you get off of him?" Dylan heard a male voice from the crowd
say. "You've humiliated the poor guy enough. What don't you just let him be?"
The fact that the helping stranger said that actually made Dylan feel more
embarrassed about the situation.

"We had a bet" Amanda said back very loudly for the entire crowd to hear. "We
bet on the set and I beat him six to nothing so he was supposed to rub my feet
since I won. But now he's refusing to rub my feet so I'm not going to get off
of him until he lives up to his end of the bet."

"Dude, why don't you just rub her feet and get it over with?" Helping Stranger
suggested. "Can't be any worse than what you are going through right now."
Amanda took her foot out of Dylan's mouth so he could talk but she stayed
sitting on him. He could still taste the awful taste of that foot.

"If you get off of me I'll rub you're feet!" Dylan said and he was talking
fast like a frustrated child.

"OK but you better not try to run away this time" Amanda advised back.
"Otherwise, you'll be opening up your mouth for the airplane to come in
again." After she said that Amanda wiggled her foot in front of Dylan's face
and laughed a loud, hearty laugh. No one else laughed but she didn't seem to
care or notice and she kept laughing away. The joke was so damn stupid which
made the situation that much more humiliating.

Amanda got off of Dylan. She sat on her big butt, stretched her legs out, and
pointed her bare feet up for Dylan to rub. Most of the people that were
crowded around walked away but a few of then stuck around to watch. Dylan
didn't bother to look up and see who was still there. He knew better than to
try and run away this time. He put his hands on her bare feet. They felt so
sweaty and gross and he could feel his saliva on the one that was in his
mouth. As he began to rub them he noticed something else about them - they
felt strong. He would never have thought that he would ever describe feet as
strong but that's how they felt. They were surely strong enough to aid in
dominating him all over the tennis court for a full set. Now he had to sit
there and feel how strong they were for the next twenty minutes.