London, International Tennis Federation Headquarters
The meeting was not going well. They had been meeting for hours in that large but cold room and were nowhere near a solution, and the entire future of the tennis world was in jeopardy. The problem was simple: the Davis Cup and the Billie Jean King Cup were both financial disasters and it was becoming impossible to continue their development.
- Well, if we did not find a solution perhaps the only way out would be to cancel both competitions for good?
- NO! - a lady of elegant presence raised her voice. - They are centenary tournaments and the jewel of the most prestigious sport in the world, a symbol of class and magnificence and one of the best things that the United Kingdom has given to the world... it cannot die.
The speaker was none other than Kate Middleton, Princess Katherine, Duchess of Wales. Well, both she and her husband Prince William are great benefactors of tennis and, knowing the importance of the meeting to be held in her own city, Kate could not help but show up in person to make sure that the sport she loved so much had a future.
- I understand what you are saying, Your Highness - mused Mr. Kawatei, the Japanese representative - But the Davis Cup is becoming more and more expensive and its audiences are very low?
- Besides, we no longer have the stars we had before - interjected Mr. Tecau, the Romanian - . We no longer have the attraction of Federer, Nadal, Murray....
- There's Nole! - growled Goran Djokovic, the Serbian representative, who was also Novak's uncle.
- True - conceded Tecau- but he is alone. And in the case of the women we don't have the Williams sisters either....
- Nor Sharapova, Kirilenko or the other Russian bitches - contributed Mr. Zukin, a Ukrainian whose country was known for its animosity to Russia.
- I understand what you are saying - continued Kate - but we MUST find some solution. What do the rest of you think?
The rest of the people had long since given up. The tension of the meeting and the desperation in the face of the lack of ideas had led to all the attendees being pushed to the limit of nerves, and each one fought it in a different way. Some tried smoking, others alcohol... many had opted for sex.
Among the latter were none other than the biggest fish in the room, the Chairman of the Davis Cup Committee and the Chairwoman of the Billie Jean King Cup Committee: Mr. Woodforde, an Australian, and his French counterpart, Mrs. Pierce. Not only had they decided to calm their anxiety in the same way, but they were doing it together.
The attractive Mrs. Pierce was sitting on top of Mr. Woodforde, and riding him with great rhythm. Her athletic body belied her age and, judging by the Aussie's moans, that athleticism translated into great performance in bed. Mr. Woodforde's hands seemed to be glued to his partner's buttocks and his voice was getting more and more lost in the sobs and moans, and his mouth was feerly trapped between her wide boobs.
- What... about... joining... both...? - Mr. Woodforde tried to mumble a proposition before his sensual partner's squats silenced him.
- It's already being done in other tournaments organized outside the IFT,” replied Mr. Kawatei, who was clearly dismayed by the unseemly attitude of his colleagues, ”and they're not getting great results. They would not compensate for sacrificing the tradition and the little attraction that our tournaments still have, especially the men's... - he closed hesitantly, fearing that some of his colleagues from the BJK Cup Committee would challenge the last part of his comment.
However, most of them were busy with other matters. The Chinese, Italian and German representatives were asleep at the table, overcome by alcohol or exhaustion. The same was true of the two American representatives and the Swiss. Others, however, had chosen to imitate their boss.
Mr. Pennello, the WTA observer, had stopped watching the table a while ago and was now focused on the MILF riding his cock, the gorgeous Ms. Majoli. The Croatian was an exquisite woman, with an olive complexion, long perfect legs, firm belly and boastful breasts that bounced happily with every thrust. But above all stood out her tremendous blue eyes, bright as lanterns, that could finish a man with just a glance and were about to do so with the lucky Mr. Pennello.
Right next to them was a British couple, who didn't seem as concerned about the future of tennis as their princess. Mr. Lloyd, representative to the Davis Cup Committee, was totally absorbed in the excellent blowjob being given by Ms. Konta, a beautiful young tennis player who had been working with his team since her recent retirement. Mr. Lloyd was ramming Konta's mouth like a man possessed, causing his partner's beautiful face to fill with tears from her sweet blue eyes. One might expect Ms. James, the British representative to the BJK Committee, to bring some order to her delegation, but the truth is that she was standing next to Mr. Lloyd and frantically masturbating as she watched the scene.
- Hey, I have a crazy, insane, otherworldly idea - began to babble Mr. Hutchins, a still active young tennis player who was representing the ATP- ... but I think we are in such a desperate position that perhaps only insanity can save us...
- Go on - ordered the Duchess of Wales, with red cheeks and visibly upset by the scenes worthy of a saturnalia taking place a few steps away.
- Well, in a way it is inspired by our... meeting partners - Mr. Hutchins looked briefly at Mr. Llloyd, who at that very moment was emptying himself on Ms. Konta's beautiful cleavage - What if we do a totally extra tennis event, inspired by the concept of the Davis Cup, but totally groundbreaking, provocative and never seen before? An event that will be on everyone's lips, break all the canons, and be such a success that it will sink us in a mountain of bills that will serve to finance the real Davis Cup and Billie Jean King Cup.
- And what kind of event would it be? Explain.
- Well, in this very room we have a clear demonstration that there is a physical activity even more compelling and irresistible than tennis,” said Mr. Hutchins, looking sideways at a Mr. Woodforde who ended up inside Ms. Pierce, in the throes of both of them. - WHAT ABOUT A SEXUAL DAVIS CUP? A tournament where each country, represented by a team made up of two pairs of women plus a duo, battle it out in subjective elimination rounds to see which has the sexiest women on the planet. All represented by the hottest from each country, only the best of the best.
There was a moment of silence as everyone weighed the proposal. At first the natural reaction was to think it was a joke, until after a second they realized there was potential. They all pondered for a few moments in an almost sepulchral silence, interrupted only by the moans of Ms. Bishop, the Canadian representative with the statuesque figure and angelic face, crowned by sky blue eyes, who moaned uncontrollably with her small breasts resting on the cold surface of the table while the Dane Mr. Pedersen rammed her like crazy from behind.
- Well, maybe it could work, - Mr. Kawatei broke the silence- We should put it to a vote. All those in agreement raise their hands....
To everyone's surprise (and no one's, really), dozens of hands went up to the ceiling of the room. Some had not even finished buttoning their pants, but interrupted that task to offer their approval. The only one who didn't raise his hand was Mr. Pedersen, who had his hands busy cupping Ms. Bishop's small, swaying breasts.
- My dear friend, you have just saved tennis,” said Ms. Middleton, turning to Mr. Hutchins with a splendid smile and moving in for a hug. - I think you deserve a reward to match.
Still smiling, the princess of England bent down next to the crotch of an incredulous Mr. Hutchins, copped her perfect hair and started to unbutton his fly....
- YEEEEEEEAEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH- the scream echoed throughout the room. It came from the mouths of Ms. Bishop and Mr. Pedersen, who had just reached orgasm in unison, but it might as well have come from inside the head of an ecstatic Mr. Hutchins who had just had the best idea of his life... and was receiving the first licks from the delicate tongue of a queen.
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