The room is dark. The ceiling is a dark green, and wooden shelves line the walls of the dark room. I seem to be in a tennis locker room.
The room contrasts with the previous heatwave, as it is a pleasant room temperature. The shelves are filled with various equipment.
Looking to my left, there is a woman scrolling on her phone. It's Lulu, she's sitting there cross-legged with her short skirt on. Her thick thighs overflow from her white thigh-highs, which emphasize the curves of her ass.
"My eyes are up here, perv."
Bold of her to assume I was trying to look her in the eyes.
"We thought you'd died."
"Got into a tussle with the Reaper, seems I survived."
"Hows your dick feeling, Dickless?"
"...im sorry, I think I misheard you."
She barely glances at me before continuing to type on her phone. "I asked how your penis is doing? Poor fella took quite a hit."
Shit, she's right!
(;_;) please don't be bent...
Jumping to my feet, I pull down my pants and inspect it. My flaccid dick flops out, there's a scar, fortunately it's just above the crotch.
Phew.
*Click*
There's a flash of light to my left.
Pursing my lips, I turn with wide eyes.
Lulu begins giggling as she holds her phone to my dick.
"Pervert flashes famous tennis player in locker room after match. That would make a great headliner, dontcha think?" She looks at me with a close-eyed smile.
There's a moment of silence.
"No, I think you should include your name and emphasize your innocence. Don't just say: tennis player."
She raises her eyebrows as she looks at me with confusion. "Uh... aren't you worried?"
"Yea, that why I'm saying, my name does have an S in it, Gr... av...esss. I can spell out my last name; it's a little tricky."
"huh... well, my blackmail kinda failed."
"Oh, is that what you were trying to do? We can run it from the top and Ill act more submissive."
"How are you so chillaxed about this? You were just unconscious with an exploded groin!"
"I have been shot, boiled in oil, and burned alive; today was pretty tame."
Putting her phone in her skirt sits there in bewilderment.
Sitting back down, I sigh.
"So, how'd your match go? Hope I didn't ruin it for you."
Letting out a deep sigh, she looks down with a dejected expression. "Well, I lost. It's no surprise. I'm amazed someone like me even made it this far."
"Well, I was cheering for you."
"You and every other perverse male."
I shrug. "I'd be lying if I said you Wernt cute, but I'd say your determination was your most attractive quality."
Her cheeks turn a subtle pink. "Dont go thinking something so stupidly cheesy will work on me!"
"I saw both sides. When you were on camera, you acted only to serve your fans and meet their expectations. Yet, when you played, that desire to maintain an image vanished. You were you, working hard enough to nearly kill you. Playing for the only fan that truly matters... yourself."
Her eyes widen before scoffing, giving me a close-eyed smile. "Well, I dont know what you're talking about. Whatever it is, it sounds silly."
"Is that what you'd call it? Silly? Living for the only person who truly matters? Yourself, if you don't love yourself before anyone else, then you are a stranger to yourself."
She pauses, looking down, momentarily not saying a word.
"But what if you're not good enough? What if you as yourself, can't meet your expectations and always manage to disappoint yourself?"
"Then you live for the present, ignore your past, and think only of now. Then, become the best you, no matter the cost."
Her eyes begin to water as she looks away. "You know, you sound really cheesy right now."
"I probably do; Regardless, you'll always have one fan cheering for you." Giving her a close - eyed smile, I grab nothing. Guess I didn't bring anything. At least this time my clothes wern't burnt.
"Alright, well I've got to go..." I actually don't have anything today, I'm just trying to escape this awkward conversation. "I'm going to go... do important stuff! So, if your gonna post that article, I only ask that you spell my name correctly."
With a wave, I make my way toward the exit.
"Will you always?"
Raising my eyebrow, I turn. "Will I always...?
"Be my fan?" She mumbles. "Will you always be my fan?"
"You know, I dont know the first thing about tennis, so when I said that, I meant it more like, motivationally, I will support your aspirations...?"
"You won't abandon me if I mess up? If I stumble along the way?"
"As long as you pick yourself up, I will be the first and last to cheer your name."
"The paramedics said I could have died today of heat stroke if you hadn't made that commotion... Not only did you save my life... but you've made me rethink my life, this second chance..."
There's a silence as her face begins to burn red.
"So ...I suppose my biggest fan deserves a reward..."
Lifting her blue and white short skirt, her legs tremble, as juices down her thighs. Her wet white panties cling to her cameltoe.