Grudge Match

The young shapely blonde turned her back to the net and walked toward her favored spot, getting in position to serve the ball. Taking a deep breath, Katie kicked lightly against the surface of the hard court and muttered softly to herself, "Now just calm down. You've got this." But really she was thinking just how the hell did she get herself into this situation. She was certain she was the better player; after all she was ranked fifth on her college's tennis team. Going into this afternoon's match, she had fully expected to win the set in six straight. Even after seeing Monica's practice serves just before the competition started, she figured that at most she might lose one or two of the games, but in her mind the final outcome was never in doubt.

Granted it was only the second game of the set, a "grudge match" between her and this aloof, mysterious dark-haired woman, a relative newcomer at the exclusive Clayburn Country Club. And they would keep playing until one of them had secured six wins. But it wasn't just losing a game or two that mattered to Katie. It was that after each game, the losing player had to remove an article of clothing. Katie herself had set up the rules, but all she had really wanted to do was to get Monica to quit the club. "Why," she found herself wondering," had she ever agreed to play a game of strip tennis?"

******

Things had always been easy for Katie Gordon. She had led a pampered life, raised in an upper class suburb as the only daughter of a man who headed up a very successful investment firm. She enjoyed every benefit of an affluent life style, including the family's membership at the country club where, beginning at age six, she had started taking tennis lessons. Now just turned twenty-one, she had played continuously for all those years, including time on both her high school and college teams.

Perhaps the only thing more important to her than tennis was her position at the center of Clayburn's social life. There she presided over a group of friends who had known each other since they were little girls. Each one of them, Katie believed, wanted nothing better than to be her closest friend, unaware of how they would occasionally make fun of her behind her back. About to enter her senior year at college, she regarded boys her own age as too "immature" and instead flirted constantly with men in their mid to late twenties. One of them, Nicholas Thomson, was a good-looking, rising young star at her father's office who was six years old than she. Katie had first met him at the company's Christmas party, then started a romance with him several months later that had continued throughout the summer. Nicholas realized there was a distinct advantage to dating the boss's daughter while Katie felt flattered by the older man's attention.

Viewed from a distance, she had everything going for her. Most people would describe her as an extremely attractive young blonde, who -- thanks to her near constant tennis play -- kept her five foot six inch frame under 125 pounds. And with a 34-23-35 figure she had no trouble getting noticed by almost every guy at Clayburn. But those who knew her best realized that in both tennis and in her social life, Katie naively underestimated the influence of father's money. And although she was very proud of her handsome, more mature boyfriend, she did wonder occasionally if some of the attention she got was solely a result of who her father was. And these insecurities played out in various ways. At times she would lash out at people she considered to be social "inferiors." She felt her butt was too big and fretted about her weight. As a result, she could be jealous at times, especially if she caught Nicholas staring just a little too long at other women.

And as the summer wore on, Katie began to suspect that Monica Perez was one of those women. The blonde first noticed her a couple of months earlier chatting with the club's resident tennis pro, Dan Sharp. Making some discreet inquiries, Katie learned that Monica had just arrived at Clayburn and was rumored to be in her late twenties. She had been invited to join the club by Mr. Nunez, a much older gentleman who had moved to the United States from abroad several years earlier. The woman's dark hair and olive color skin certainly made her seem like a foreigner as well, but Katie had overheard her speaking in flawless English. She was tall, almost five foot ten, with an hourglass figure that definitely caught the eye of most of the male club members along with quite a few of the women. And although pleasant and congenial when approached, she kept largely to herself and certainly seemed uninterested in Katie and her circle of friends.

So, given Katie's feelings regarding Nick, it wasn't surprising that one Saturday while gossiping with her friends over lunch at the club restaurant, Katie snapped when one of them let some comment slip about how she better keep an eye on her boyfriend when Monica was around.

"Just what is that supposed to mean, Ashley?" she said staring deep into the eyes of her friend. "You know Nicholas doesn't mess around with other women now that we're together."

"If you say so," she responded, turning away from the blonde's icy glaze. "But I'm just telling you what I've heard."

"Oh, and what exactly is that?"

Another woman at the table, Amber, jumped in to try to defuse situation before things got out of hand. "She's right, Katie. It's nothing. I mean we've all heard stories about how that Monica will chase almost anything in pants."

"So you're saying she's been going after Nicholas?" she asked, with an incredulous tone to her voice. She went to take another sip of iced tea, and finding her glass was empty, yelled out at the poor unsuspecting waiter, a former high school friend of the girls who now worked summers at the club.

"Connor, aren't you good for anything? My dad helped you get this job at the club and you can't even make sure we all have something to drink?" The poor guy, who Katie and her friends knew had had a crush on the gorgeous blonde in high school, was mortified, hurrying over to make his apologies.

"Don't bother saying anything, just bring us some more iced tea," she said, talking to him as if he were a child and then dismissing him with a wave of her hand. And as Connor scurried off, she turned back to her friends and said, "I don't know what you think is going on, but I'm going to settle this right now." And grabbing her phone from her purse, she stormed out of the restaurant and stood outside on the lawn, dialing Nicholas as she walked.

He answered on the third ring, the background noise suggesting that he was out somewhere with his friends. "Listen, Nick, I need to ask you something about this Monica Perez'"

"Look," he responded, "I'm out with the guys so can this wait for later."

"No, honey," she coo'ed, beginning to calm down a bit, "it can't. You see, Amber is saying that she's heard that something is going on between you and Monica Perez."

"Katie, I barely know her. I mean jeez, didn't she just join the club recently."

"That's not the point. I just need to know that nothing is going on between you two."

The line went quiet for ten seconds, something that Katie hadn't been expecting. So she resumed, "I'm not hearing you deny it, Nick. Don't tell me...," she said, tears already welling up in her eyes.

"Well," he proceeded, carefully choosing his word, "if you must know, a couple of weeks ago when you were away for the weekend, I was having dinner at the club by myself. After eating I decided to have a nightcap and I passed this Monica at the bar. I think she may have had a few too many and," he hesitated before continuing, "she kind of made a move to grab my butt."

Katie was shocked, and as Nicholas provided more details, she felt her anger growing. He said that somehow the woman had heard that Katie was out of town and had tried to proposition him, even going so far as to try to slip her phone number into his pants pocket. "I pushed her away, but I guess it's possible someone watching might have misinterpreted that scene."

"Why didn't you tell me about it when I got home?" she pleaded.

"Oh, babe, the last thing I wanted to do was worry you. And I know how important the club is to you, so I didn't want you to have to think about it whenever you saw her there."

That seemed to give Katie an idea. Feeling her anger return, she snapped back at Nick. "You're right, I shouldn't have to think about her going after you every time I see her. I think I can take care of that right now."

Nicholas began to warn her against making any hasty decisions, but it was too late. Katie ended the call, put her phone back in her bag, and stormed off towards the tennis pro's office, situated near the courts and the locker rooms at the far end of the building. Dan's door was unlocked and the lights on, but he wasn't around. "Most likely," Katie thought to herself, "he's out on the courts giving someone a lesson," and she proceeded to head it that direction.

As she did so, she headed down a hallway and passed the entrance to the women's locker room just as Monica was emerging. Her dark hair still damp, and it appeared that she had just finished showering after playing some tennis and was now leaving.

"Oh, hello Katherine, "Monica offered, trying to pass by her as quickly as possible.

"Don't 'Oh, hi' me," the blonde snapped. "Just stay away from my Nicholas and do your prowling elsewhere."

That stopped Monica dead in her tracks. Turning to look at Katie, she calmly replied, "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about. But if you think I'm interested in your boyfriend, then you are sadly mistaken. And if you're going to toss accusations like that around," she said, after a brief pause, "I believe you owe me an apology."

"An apology!" Katie gasped. "When you're the one trying to steal my man!"

The other woman's eyes, already a deep brown color, seemed to grow darker. "That is not true, and I think you should be careful what you say. Now just go back to your little group of friends and stop slandering me." She started to walk away, then turned back. "And oh, try to work harder on your tennis game. It really could use some improvement."

It was bad enough that this woman had tried to steal her boyfriend, but mentioning her tennis playing made her even angrier. For most of her life the only thing she had ever truly worked hard at and taken seriously was tennis, and she prided herself on being the best player at Clayburn. And now this nobody, this outsider, had the nerve to suggest that she should try to improve.

"Listen, Miss Perez," she lashed out, I'm tired of seeing your face around here. If you think you're better than me, let's get out on the court with our rackets and play. And I will whip your ass."

"Honestly I have no interest in playing with you unless you apologize first." Once again she turned her back on the younger woman and started to leave.

"Well then I'm going to have to tell everyone at the club that in addition to trying to pick up men in our bar, you're also afraid to face me in a match. I guess that proves you have a guilty conscience," she practically yelled at Monica.

"Listen, she spoiled brat," the other woman shot back. "I could care less what you say about me refusing to play tennis with you, but if you ever repeat that lie again about your boyfriend, I will make sure you get thrown out of this club." And with that she left the building, slamming the door behind her.

"Come back here," Katie said, her voice growing louder and louder and her face turning red. "Just who do you think you are? My daddy practically owns this club, you bitch. You'll be the one who gets thrown out."

After leaving the club, she was still so mad that she texted Nick to say she was going to his apartment, then got in her car and immediately drove there. When he showed up a couple of hours later, she repeated the conversation with Monica practically word for word. "Can you believe the nerve of her?" she ended up exclaiming.

Her boyfriend seemed surprisingly subdued. "Now babe, just calm down. And think about it. The last thing you want to do is start accusing her in public. I mean the way she approached me was kind of gross and everything, but hey, it's just not worth it to, you know, tell everybody about it."

"But I thought you'd be on my side," the blonde pouted.

"And I am," he said, putting his art around and trying to calm her down. "But I'm just thinking about what's in your best interest. I don't want things to upset you any more than they already have. Let's just forget about it."

"How can I if I have to keep seeing her face around the club? And, you know, I'd love to see Daddy get her thrown out but I don't think you can really do that. I think her husband or sugar daddy or whatever he is has like tons of money."

Suddenly Nick saw a way to take care of the entire unpleasant situation and keep her father from getting involved."Well," said Nick with a devious, look in his eye. "There may be a way to embarrass her so much that she decides to quit the club."

"Really?"Katie said, realizing that this could be the perfect solution. "How can we do that?"

"Actually," her boyfriend replied, putting his hand under her chin and turning her face to look directly at him. "You can do it, all by yourself."

Katie pulled back, completely puzzled. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You know when I was in high school, I went to camp every summer. There was a kid who liked to play tennis, but all the other campers hated him. But he never took the hint and kept trying to hang out with everyone, so the story goes that finally one of the guys -- the best player at the camp -- challenged him to a game. He told him that all the cool kids did it and that's how he'd get accepted into the group"

"But so what?" Katie replied. Even if he lost, I bet they couldn't force him to quit the camp"

"That was the genius of it. It was a game of strip tennis, and each game you lost you had to take off a piece of clothing. The guy lost in six games straight and had to get naked. After that, he was too embarrassed to ever show his face around those guys again. Apparently he never came back to the camp."

And so?" Katie asked hesitatingly, "do you mean I should...."

"Yep," Nick said with a big smile, "you challenge the bitch to a match. Like don't even do it to her face; you just post it on the boards at the tennis courts where they post schedules and shit. And you also leave her a note at her locker, and that's where you tell her all about the secret rules."

Katie's face began to glow and her smile broadened. "The rules of strip tennis!" she exclaimed.

"Exactly," Nick exclaimed. And with that, they began drafting the notice they'd post in public, saying that Monica had insulted her and called her a liar, and that Katie was challenging her to a grudge match with the loser apologizing to the winner. That way, it all sounded very honorable and above board. Meanwhile, they wrote out a separate note to be left at Monica's locker, explaining that it was clear that neither of them would ever apologize to the other, so they'd really be playing for their clothes, not just an apology.

Since a player has to win six games to end the match, they had to come up with six items of clothing. They both had heard rumors of topless sunbathing back in the eighties at the pool on days when kids weren't allowed, so they figured no one would stop the game until someone lost the final point and had to get completely naked. Monica would have to take off one piece each time Katie won a game, and with six wins, the match would be over. Then, just to make sure, Nick wrote down the items each woman was allowed to wear --two tops plus a bra, two bottoms (a skirt and shorts) and finally panties. Shoes and socks didn't count as both players would need to keep them on -- Katie didn't want any excuses from Perez when she beat her!

They checked Clayburn's online schedule and found out that the upcoming Saturday called for a "grown-ups only" evening party, which meant that after 4:00, no children would be allowed at the club. So, they set the time for the grudge match at 5:00, and the next day Nick plastered the boards around the club with the notice of the challenge match and Katie proudly taped the sealed letter with the rules of strip tennis on the locker marked "Perez." And then they waited.

As it turned out, Monica was out of town for most of that week, returning on the day before the intended match. It was late afternoon when she showed up for a quick game with the club pro, only to see the posted challenge outside the changing area and then to find the private note on her locker. She quickly changed into our tennis clothes and carried the note along with her racket as she went to the court to meet up with Dan.

"Do you know anything about this?" she asked, the tone of her voice sounding both perplexed and bemused.

"Do I ever!" he exclaimed. It's been the talk of the club for the last week. What is going on between the two of you?"

"You mean with her," Monica said. "Some adolescent grudge match that I refuse to play, and now she's added this," she said, thrusting the private note into Dan's hands.

He took a minute to read it, looked up at her, and then read it a second time. "This is ridiculous," he said. "I mean, I know Katie has a lot of growing up to do, but what is she thinking?"

"I have no idea, Dan, but I suspect that boyfriend of hers put her up to it. I honestly think he believes he can drive me out of here and not have to account for his behavior."

Dan nodded, having been at the other end of the bar the night of the incident and seen Nicholas drunkenly trying to grope Monica before she slapped him in the face.

"Do you think you can talk her out of this" she asked, "before it's too late?" She paused thoughtfully. "She's just a silly little girl, but if the entire club knows about this, I'll have to accept her challenge. At the same time, we both know what will happen if we play that match."

Dan nodded. "I'll do my best, but I know she left here an hour or two ago. I'll try texting her, and if nothing else, I'll be seeing her just before the match tomorrow. She asked me to serve as the umpire, just to 'keep things fair,' as she said."

"Why on earth did you agree to get involved?" Monica asked.

"That was before I knew about this," he said, waving the rules of strip tennis in his hand. "It seemed like a ridiculous plan but I guess I hoped I could somehow keep things reasonable. Now, I'm not so sure. Still, I'll try my best."

"Please do, Dan," Monica said as they took their places on the court. "In spite of it all, I feel sorry for the girl and I really don't want to see her embarrassed. But she may leave me with no choice." With that, she began the volley for serve, her shots streaking over the net and landing with pinpoint accuracy. It seemed ironic that in the time she had been at Clayburn, Monica had heard all about Katie's tennis prowess and was interested enough to watch her play on several occasions. But clearly the blonde had never asked about Monica's background or taken the time to watch her play. Had she made the slightest effort to get to know her, Katie would have realized that she had asked for a match with someone who had made it to the World Tennis Tour's Junior Finals in her native Argentina and then continued her competitive play in Europe into her mid-twenties. As Don struggled to keep up with Monica, he had no doubt about which woman would end up naked in front of everyone at the Clayburn Country Club.

And he really did do his best to try to stop things from moving forward. Katie got his messages, but Nicholas, growing more and concerned about what Dan might tell her, convinced her to ignore the request to get in touch with the tennis pro. In fact, he did everything he could to keep his girlfriend preoccupied the next day, encouraging her to go shopping and reminding her how much fun it was going to be to defeat "that woman."

Finally just ten minutes before the match was to begin, Katie made her appearance at the club, already wearing the prescribed articles of clothing as she headed over to the center court to do some stretches, take a few practice shots, and loosen up. But before she could begin, Dan ran over to her and pulled her to the far side of the court away from the rows of bleacher seats that were already filling up with club members waiting to see the challenge match.

"Please, Katie," Dan began. "I know you're a very good player but I'm asking you, don't go ahead with this match." He could see the uncomprehending look in the young woman's eyes, but he pushed forward with the message he had promised to deliver. "Look, I've talked to Ms Perez, and if you will simply apologize to her, she'll call the whole thing off and just say it was all a misunderstanding."

The blonde looked at her instructor with a shocked expression. "What, a misunderstanding when she grabbed Nick's ass and asked him to come home with her? And now she's so scared of facing me that she's asked you to beg me to call the match off?"

Looking over the young girl's shoulder, Dan could see Nick pushing his way onto the court. "Look, Katie, she's a much better player than and you don't ...." But he never got to finish the sentence, as her boyfriend grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away.

"Don't listen to him, Katie. That bitch has gotten to him somehow. What did she promise you, Dan, I wonder? I guess someone like her knows how to get men to do anything she asks them to."

Ignoring the insult, Dan made one final attempt as Nick led the blonde back onto the court. "You don't know the truth of what happened. I was there and...," but it was too late. Nick had led her back out on the court, ready to play.

It didn't take Katie long to realize that she should have listened to what Dan had to say because something was going horribly wrong. At first, she thought it was just her nerves. After all, as she was taking a few practice volleys with Nick, she could see the crowd size growing. Normally a dozen members or so might watch a match, but it seemed like fifty or sixty people were already sitting in the bleachers, with more drifting over by the minute. Word must have gotten around, because in addition to the familiar faces of club members, she saw others who were there as invited guests. Some of them appeared to be people of various ages that she knew from around town. She was particularly annoyed to see some former high school classmates -- most of whom had been rivals either on the tennis court or in her social life -- and she was certain they would not be cheering for her.

Then, as she stepped off the court to allow her opponent time to warm up, she noticed Monica say a few words to Dan, already in position on the sideline and ready to assume his role as umpire. They both looked very grim, and she saw Dan look at her, then turn back to Monica, and shake his head "No."

"Look, Nick," Katie said, feeling a bit of panic for the first time, "Dan was saying something about what a good player she is. Maybe we got this all wrong and I should go talk to her."

He simply snorted, worried that somehow the true story might come out. "What, she's scared because she knows she's going to end up buck naked and she's asked little Danny boy to try to save her ass. You can't let her get away with that now, not with everyone watching."

Katie nodded, wanting to believe that everything her boyfriend said was true. But she had known Dan a long time and always trusted him, and she didn't know who was right.

"I guess it's just my nerves," she said, thinking about the carefully chosen clothes she had put on just thirty minutes ago. She had picked out her usual sports bra and panties, knowing she'd never have to reveal them to the crowd. But realizing that even the best player might lose one or two games in a six-game match, she had chosen a cute set of tight shorts to wear under her tennis skirt, along with bright white tank top that she could wear beneath the blue polo shirt that matched her skirt. It had given her a secret thrill to think of how she might strip off the shirt or skirt in front of all those people, so maybe that's why she was a little rattled now.

Katie took a deep breath, squeezed her boyfriend's hand, and stepped onto the court. Dan, who had already assumed his position in the umpire's chair, stepped down and summoned both of the women over to the sideline. The crowd quieted, straining to see if they could hear what he was saying.

As Monica and Katie approached him, he said in an almost whispered voice, "It's not too late, we can stop this now."

"All she needs to do is say I'm sorry, and I will shake hands and walk away," Monica calmly responded, looking directly at her opponent.

"It's way too late that for that," Katie said with a note of courage that she didn't quite feel. "You tried to steal my boyfriend, and now you're going to have to pay for that."

Monica's face seemed to reflect not anger or defiance, but simply sadness. "Then I guess Dan, we proceed."

In his role as umpire, the tennis pro briefly summarized the terms of the challenge -- the match would consist of one set, played until one of the two opponents had won six games. And for each game an opponent won, the other player must forfeit one item of clothing. With that, Dan pointed out that as the player being challenged, Monica would get to call the coin toss. He flipped a quarter in the air, the dark-haired player picked tails, and as the coin fell to the ground, he pointed to her, awarding Monica the serve.

There were now over a hundred people, some sitting in the four rows of seats that ran the length of one side of the court, with others pressed against the chain link fence at one end of the court that faced out into the neighboring streets around club. And although everyone knew that this was a grudge match between the two women, most of them had not heard about the "secret" rules of the match until that moment. A gasp could be heard throughout the crowd, but the most surprised look of all was on Katie father's face. He had assumed it was just a friendly set and had decided at the last minute to watch it. But as he joined the crowed, all he could discern was a buzz rippling through the crowd, as people asked one another just what Dan had meant, with the answer "strip" being repeated over and over again.

Monica decided to use the first game to test the skills of her opponent. Her first serve was perfectly placed shot in the far corner of her opponent's side, looking to see how quickly the blonde could cover the court. Katie did a good job of returning the serve, but Monica then sliced the ball down the line, requiring her opponent to lunge to her left to make the back-hand return. The older, more experienced player then came forward and aimed her return to the far right side, barely clearing the net and taking a few quick bounces well out of the reach of Katie's racket. Score one to nothing.

The rapid return and strategic ball placement had caught Katie completely off guard, and she returned the next serve well beyond the back line of the court, then failed to win the point on their next volley. So, before she knew it, she was down three points to none in the first set. She did manage to score one point but then a rapid series of returns that culminated in a hard drive that landed just inside the foul line and the first game ended in a win for Monica, four points to one.

More precisely, it meant a loss for Katie and the removal of her first piece of clothing. Not wanting to make it seem like a big deal, she had the presence of mind to quickly whip off her polo shirt, almost as if she were removing a sweatshirt before a game. But the ripple of applause from the crowd, matched by the audible buzz as the reality of what was going to play out before their eyes, created a sense of excitement and expectation that seemed to undermine Katie's casual toss of her shirt into the box marked with her name next to the umpire's stand.

*****

And that was how Katie Gordon came to find herself, scuffing at the court surface beneath her feet, and preparing for her next serve and knowing she was already down two points to none in the second set, and wondering just how she got herself into this mess. She realized Dan had tried to tell her that she was facing a superior opponent, and she recalled that Monica had -- more than once -- given her the chance to withdraw gracefully. But always Nick was there pushing her to go through with this whole stupid scheme. And something dawned on her that she should have probably realized a long time ago, that her boyfriend was perhaps not telling the truth and that maybe it was time for her to start thinking for herself.

None of this helped her with her next two serves, and she lost the second game with four straight points. But if there was no way to pretend that removing your skirt in the middle of a tennis court was an accidental or casual thing, she began to think she could approach it differently. First of all, since she had had to wear both a skirt and shorts in order to have six items of clothing, why not remove the shorts first?

But something else occurred to her. As Dan signaled the win for her opponent, Katie noted the growing number of shouts from the crowd. There were certainly some jeers, and when she looked over at her dad, she saw a look of total shock on his face. And she also saw Nicholas, standing next to him, turn away to avoid making eye contact with her.

But she also heard whistles and cheers of encouragement. So much of her life she had thrived on being the center of attention, and here she was, with over a hundred people staring at her. So why not play up to that, she thought to herself. And with that, she gently placed her racket on the ground next to the box, but rather than remain there, she strode across the court and stood in front of the bleachers. With a shrug of her shoulders, she bunched her skirt up around her waist, then grabbed hold of her shorts and, playing the part of a bashful girl, lowered them slightly. Then grinning slightly, she tugged the shorts back up, repeating that motion several times as she could hear the cheers growing. Allowing her skirt to fall back into its proper place, she then pulled the shorts below her hips and slowly wriggled her legs as the garment worked its way to the ground.

She then smoothed out her skirt, making sure it was revealing nothing she wasn't showing before. But somehow the act of publicly removing her shorts made her feel sexier and more in command of the crowd, and she began to experience a new sensation that she found exciting. She turned to look at Monica, wondering how her opponent was reacting to Katie's little performance. But the older woman was already heading back to the baseline to prepare for her serve to begin the next game.

Having regained some of her confidence, the blonde now held her own through the first six points, falling one behind and then evening it up until the score stood at a tie, three points each. At this point, the game would be decided only when one player had gained a two-point advantage, and Katie began to feel she had a real shot at winning a game. She tried smashing the ball as she returned Monica's service, hoping to catch her foe moving toward the net. But she hit the ball too hard and it went out of bounds, giving the advantage point to Monica, who then quickly finished the game on the next serve.

Now sustaining her third loss, Katie knew she was at the point where she would have to strip down to reveal either her bra or panties, something she had considered unthinkable less than an hour ago. And yet not only was this going to happen, but she found her fevered brain imagining just how to play out the mini-striptease in a way that would make it clear that she was not the loser in this situation.

Striding up to the net, she waited for Dan's official announcement that Monica had won the game, then began to act out the situation. Reaching first to her tank top, then stopping and placing her hands on her hips and sliding her thumbs under the waist of her skirt, she moved one hand to her chin, rubbing it and surveying the crowd with a perplexed look on her face. Although a few voices shouted "come on, get on with it," most of the spectators grew silent. Once she felt she had their attention, and sensing the crowd's growing anticipation of her next action, she in fact did nothing.

Instead, she pointed first to her top, waiting a few seconds, then pointed to her skirt. With no immediate reaction from the people, she repeated the pointing, first top then bottom. At each gesture, some people begin to applaud and whistle, some as she pointed to her tank top and some as she pointed to the blue skirt. She repeated the gestures two or three times more, gesturing with her hands to encourage a louder response. Finally, when a loud and prolonged cheer erupted the fourth time she pointed to her top, she smiled broadly and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, "okay, if that's what you wanted."

At the far end of the stands, Katie's father looked on in shock at the huge cheer from the crowd. There, at center court, his only daughter was slowly lowering first one strap, then the other of her white tank top, then lifting it up from the bottom of it to reveal her bare stomach, finally pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it toward the bleachers where it ended up being grabbed by one of the spectators. The thought of his Katie having to submit to this for each successive loss was almost more than he could stand. And unbelievably, she actually seemed to be enjoying it.

As the cheers from the crowd washed over her, there was no doubt in Katie's mind that she was now enjoying it. Standing there in her sports bra, short skirt and panties, she felt a sensation that would have been unimaginable to her just a short time ago, an intoxicating feeling that overcame her as she discovered this new way to use her body to command attention. Even so, as she contemplated the three remaining articles, she still couldn't believe she would lose the match. But she intended to enjoy every moment out on the court, with the group of spectators watching her every move. And she was determined to make Monica fight for every point of every game.

Meanwhile, as these thoughts were going through Katie's head, her father had found Nicholas and was yelling at him, demanding to hear how this could possibly be happening. As the boyfriend repeated his tale of how Monica had tried to seduce him, Mr. Gordon's face grew redder and redder. He left the young man and pushed his way over to the umpire's chair, ready to insist that Dan stop the match now. But he got there seconds too late as the tennis pro had just signaled for the next game to begin.

With a renewed sense of confidence, Katie had returned to her spot at the baseline of the court and picked up the ball to serve. Her first volley caught the older woman totally by surprise, as she awkwardly lunged to return the shot. But the ball failed to clear the net, and the first point went to Katie. Her second serve led to a ferocious back and forth between the two women before finally, a weak drop shot by the blonde managed to just hit the top of the net and fall on Monica's side, an unplayable ball that gave the second point to Katie.

Monica rallied to score the next point, but a quick serve followed by a wicked slice on the return, and suddenly Katie was up three points to one, with the crowd roaring their approval. Even the best players make mistakes, and by this point, Monica was definitely surprised by the heightened level of play from her opponent. She tried a difficult slice in response to the next serve, and Katie wisely stepped back and let the return land out of bounds. The fourth game was hers.

Monica made much less of a show in removing the polo shirt, the first article of clothing she had to take off. But the tank top she wore beneath it was considerably tighter and shorter than the one Katie had worn, and her well toned muscles were visible in the gap between the top and her shorts. Furthermore with her greater height and impressive 36 C chest, the red fabric of the tight top seemed to capture the crowd's attention and applause as well. Katie immediately realized there were now two contests going on here at the same time, and she was determined to win both.

None of this was noticed by Katie's dad, who was now at the sidelines engaged in a heated dialog with Dan. The tennis pro tried to explain that this was strictly a private contest initiated by Katie and therefore not officially authorized by the club. As such, only she or Monica could call it off. He agreed to umpire the match with the consent of both women, and even then he was doing it only to ensure that all decisions were fair and in accordance with the rules.

He further explained to Mr. Gordon that both he and Monica had already asked Katie to not go through with these games and she had refused. "You might do better to ask Nick to convince her, since as I understand it, he's the one who helped plan the entire thing."

With that, the older gentleman vigorously motioned to the boyfriend to join them, which he seemed reluctant to do. But he had no choice, and as Monica and Katie both looked toward Dan to signal the start of the next game, Nicholas began to offer a rambling explanation and had just started to say that he really hadn't wanted Katie to go through with it when she came running up to the three men.

"Daddy, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be talking to Dan." And she paused for a moment, suddenly very self-conscious about the fact that she was appearing in front of her father wearing only a sports bra to cover her top. "In fact, you should probably leave now."

"Not until I get an explanation and put an end to this. Why are you doing this?''

"I didn't want you to know this because I knew you'd get mad, but that woman over there," Katie began, gesturing at Monica, "put the moves on Nick when I was away one weekend with my girlfriends. He of course refused, but I wasn't going to let her think she could try to seduce him right here in our club. So I thought I better teach her a lesson."

"What do you mean, seduce him?" Dan asked, now feeling he had a real stake in this conversation.

"She walked up to him when he was grabbing a nightcap at the club bar and grabbed his butt and said he should come over and have a drink at her place." She paused, expecting her boyfriend to pick up the story, but the young man seemed frozen in place. "Isn't that right, Nick?" she said, trying to prompt him.

"Well, yeah, something like that. I mean I'm not sure of her exact words, but there was no doubt she was putting the moves on me."

"So why didn't you report this to the club board?" Mr. Gordon asked, beginning to grow suspicious of the young man's story. "We have rules about these things, and you'd only have to bring someone along to support your story and we could have had her thrown out of the club?"

"I guess I didn't want to make a big thing out of it, especially without a witness," he offered, somewhat lamely.

"Well you sure made a big thing of it to me," Katie said in a tense voice.

Dan knew it was now time for him to tell the group what he had wanted to convey in privacy to Katie alone. "You know, Nicholas," he began calmly, "you could have asked me to be that witness. But perhaps you didn't see me sitting with a client near you in the bar."

The tennis pro watched Nicholas's face turn pale but before he could say anymore, Mr. Gordon jumped in. "That's perfect. We can stop this silly thing now and tomorrow you can give your statement to the board and this will all be over."

"I think," Dan said in a very measured voice, "I should tell you now what will be in my statement. I did see and hear the entire exchange between Miss Perez and Mr. Thomson. I heard him make a crude remark about her breasts, then I saw his hand reach for her backside, and I saw Miss Perez turn and slap his face." He paused, as if making sure his memory was accurate. "I believe her exact words were 'If you ever do that again, I'll report you to the club. But for now, I'll just assume you had too much to drink and are really not the pig you appear to be.'"

Somehow Katie didn't seem all that surprised; her friends had hinted at such behavior but she had dismissed it as idle gossip from jealous girls. But Mr. Gordon seemed crushed, a look of profound sadness and disappointment enveloping his face. And Dan, perceiving how his statement had been received, looked across the court and motioned to Monica to join the group.

She arrived just in time to hear Mr. Gordon, in a steely tone, turn to Nicholas and said, "Do you dispute Mr. Sharp's account?" When he was met with silence, the businessman continued, "Then we will assume it is accurate." Looking up he noticed Monica drawing near; she hesitated and took a step back. "Please join us, Ms Perez. I feel you have been wronged by me and my family, and I want you to hear what I have to say."

Then turning back to Nicholas, he pointed to the exit and said in a barely controlled shout, "I want you to leave this club now. I never want to see you here or anywhere else again. And you can clean out your desk this weekend and I will make sure you receive the full severance pay you are entitled to under the terms of your employment contract. You will never be allowed in my house again, I will not hear your name spoken, and if my daughter ever thinks of having anything to do with you, I will disown her and make sure that neither you nor she ever receive a penny from me."

He watched as the young man started to protest, and then hesitated, realizing that further words might jeopardize the financial settlement he had just been offered. Without a word to his girlfriend, he walked off the court, into the clubhouse, and out of Clayburn forever.

Mr. Gordon then turned to Monica and said, "I hope you can forgive me for what my family has put you through. We'd like to ask...."

"Daddy, I think I can speak for myself," Katie interrupted,, struggling at first to make her voice loud enough to be heard. "Monica, you asked for an apology earlier. It may be too late, but I want to offer it now. I am truly sorry, and all I can say is it appears that I'm getting just what I deserve."

"No Katherine," her dad interposed, trying to wrap his arm around her only to be pushed away.

It now seemed appropriate for Monica to say something, so she stated with as much dignity as she could muster. "Thank you, and I accept your apology. I think," she continued, glancing at Dan as he nodded in agreement, "we can now call this match off."

"Oh thank goodness," Mr. Gordon, the relief evident in his face.

"No daddy," Katie said, interrupting her father again. "I'm an adult and it's time I start taking responsibility for my actions." She paused, and then added, "But don't worry. Really I'm fine."

"But we can end it now and simply tell people it was all a misunderstanding," Monica offered.

"But that wouldn't be true, would it, Miss Perez. I made a really nasty accusation and you reacted the way anyone would to a lie like that. And right now, you and Dan are the only two people left around here that I respect," she said looking at her father. "Please don't lessen my regard for you by backing out of our agreement. After all," she said with a slight smile beginning to form at the corners of her mouth, "it might make me think you really are afraid that I'll beat you."

Monica simply smiled at her opponent, then looking at Dan, said, "Then we better be getting on with the match." With that, the two women went back to their respective places on the court. Dan conferred a bit more with Mr. Gordon and persuaded him that perhaps this was a good time for him to grab a drink at the bar or go home for the night. As the older gentleman exited into the building, Katie breathed a sigh of relief and took a defensive position, ready to return the first serve of game five.

Perhaps she was momentarily distracted by all that she had just heard, or maybe she was still processing her new-found respect for Katie, but Monica's first three serves were not as sharp as her previous ones, and the sustained volleys that followed had her running back and forth, giving the advantage to her newly energized younger opponent. Before she knew it, the score was three to nothing, and when she then double faulted on her next serve, the game was decided in Katie's favor.

Realizing that this was suddenly becoming more a real match, the applause from the crowd increased. And once again it was Monica's turn to stand alone at center court, where she followed the more conventional path of removing the outermost layer first. Treating her skirt as if it were nothing more than a warm-up garment one would casually take off before a match began, she quickly unzipped and stepped out of it to reveal the white shorts that she frequently wore when playing. Some cheers and catcalls greeted the display, but she calmly walked over to the box labeled with her name, folded the skirt, and placed it in the container before returning to her place on the court as Dan signaled to Katie to begin the next game.

Down three games to two, the young blonde was determined to play at her best. All points were hard fought, with first one then the other taking the leading. Reaching a tie at three points to three, Monica then gained the advantage, lost it to Katie, regained it, lost it once more, and then finally after regaining, scored the winning point.

Game six, Miss Perez," Dan shouted, trying to make himself heard over the increasingly raucous crowd. And the noise from the stands had indeed grown louder through each tie and advantage point, and when Katie lost, it was hard to mistake the spectators' enthusiasm for the forfeit she was about to pay. In fact, voices could be heard calling out "take it off, take it off."

After such an intense game, Katie had put her head down, hands on her knees, and was taking a few minutes to catch her breath. But looking up at the cheering crowd, she felt something stirring inside of her. Having surprised the audience by previously removing the shorts from under her skirt, her eyes widened as she suddenly thought of another variation. And if the onlookers were hoping for a show, this would be the perfect way to give them what they were after.

Running her fingers around the elastic waistband of her skirt, she began to tug slightly on the material, first on one side to flash a bit of her hip, then the other. At first, only a bit of her flesh was visible, but as she strolled to one side of the court and faced the crowd, she pushed the skirt down further until the waistband of her beige panties could be seen.

She then returned to center court and but to the disappointment of the crowd, pulled her skirt up on both sides, the glimpse of her panties disappearing from view. Taking a deep breath, she was grateful that her father was not around to see what she was about to do. There were some groans from the crowd, but just as the jeers were starting to build, she reached up under her skirt and started to bend forward from the waist. The curves of her well formed ass, barely covered in that position by her panties, came into sight and earned the warm approval of the crowd. Then, with her fingers grasping the waist band, she started to tug. The fabric began slipping down and a fleeting glimpse of her ass crack peeked into view just before she abruptly stood up and, in the same moment, yanked downwards on her panties.

The undergarment, emerged from beneath the bottom of her skirt, catching around her knees, before Katie pulled them the rest of the way down, crouching slightly as she did.

Stepping out of her panties, she stood upright again and held the skimpy undergarment up in the air, facing first toward one end of the bleachers then the other. Once again, she seemed to be encouraging each group to outdo the volume of the cheers from the other end. And when the spectators to the left, which seemed to be disproportionately made up of guys she had known in high school, drowned out the crowd on the right, she walked over to them and, twirling her panties over her head, let go and sent them flying into the stands.

Now, that item, too, would no longer be available to her when the match ended. And with just her skirt and sports bra to go, it seemed increasingly likely how this match would wind up. If she had thought about it, Katie probably would have acknowledged that there would be some justice in that outcome. But that's not what was running through her mind; she was simply thinking how much fun this was to be showing off in front of everyone.

Monica for her part was perplexed by her opponent's embrace of what should have been an embarrassing ordeal. She walked to the net and as Katie drew near, signaled to her to approach. "You can call this off whenever you want," she suggested, somehow knowing that the blonde was not going to take her up on the offer.

"What, and spoil all the fun?" Katie said with a grin. "I'm having a blast," she replied. "Aren't you?"

"Well, I'm still not going to let you beat me even though I'm very impressed with what I'm seeing," she said, as she walked away from the net.

Katie walked to the sidelines to take a sip of water from her bottle, then proceeded to the baseline. She was deep in thought, part of her wondering just what her opponent had meant and part of her trying to focus on winning the next game. She heard the ongoing exclamations from some spectators and figured she better make sure her skirt was in place. In fact, the cooling air she could feel under her blue fabric as it passed across her naked pussy served as a constant reminder that only a few inches of cloth were shielding her most intimate parts from the prying eyes of the crowd.

It was now Monica's turn to serve, and bolstered with the knowledge that her opponent was completely at ease with the direction the match was going, she decided to focus her play and see if Katie could rise to a fully competitive level. And indeed, she was impressed by the skill that the blonde displayed, leading to several extended volleys that tied them at two points each. But it also occurred to her that the two of them were competing in another way. In Katie's mind, this had all started as a competition for her boyfriend's attention. It didn't matter that Nicholas had lied shamelessly about it; that was how Katie had perceived. It. Could it be, Monica wondered, that her opponent was now trying to compete for the attention of the crowd? If so, Monica would be happy to allow the blonde that victory, especially since it meant getting naked in front of everyone. But first, there was still no reason not to find out how the younger woman would react if the crowd was cheering, not for her, but for Monica.

With that realization, it wasn't too hard to make sure that Katie scored the final two points. A weak serve on the next point gave the blonde a three to two lead, and then attempting an awkward backhand return that then landed outside the foul line, Monica lost the game. It was only her third loss, so unlike Katie, she could remove either her top or shorts without revealing too much. But, taking a page from Katherine's book, she decided on a somewhat different strategy.

Still not wanting to tip her hand too much by making a big show of it, she walked over to the umpire's chair as if to confirm the loss, then surprisingly, reached up under her top. There was a series of somewhat awkward movements until it became clear that she was unhooking the clasp of her sports bra and sliding the straps off, all under the protective covering of her tank top. But that top itself was so tight that as she slid the garment down and eventually pulled it out from the bottom of the shirt, the outline of her 36-inch breasts immediately became apparent.

At first there were just a few gasps from the spectators closest to the umpire stand, but as more people in the stands noticed the dark-haired player holding her bra and dropping it in the box, the applause and cheers grew. As she moved to the baseline to prepare herself for Katie's serve, the older woman simply nodded, with perhaps just the hint of a smile flashing across her face. But her well-shaped orbs, bouncing slightly with each step she took, were more revealing than her facial expressions. Those closest to her in the stands were convinced they could see the clear shape of her pointed nipples straining against the red fabric.

Monica enjoyed the shift in the crowd's attention from her opponent to her, but that didn't make her forget her normal competitive instincts. Katie had a lot at stake now in this eighth game -- if she lost, she was going to have to get topless -- and she maintained the same high level of play. But ultimately, and in spite of some excellent serves on the blonde's part, Monica was simply too powerful for the younger woman. After a close start, the older woman pulled ahead scoring the next three points to give her the game. That was her fifth win, and more importantly Katie's fifth loss. The moment of truth was at hand.

But Katie had already faced her biggest crisis that night. And now knowing that her boyfriend had lied to her and most likely cheated on her most of the time they were together, everything else seemed pretty easy and straightforward to accept. People had come to see a game of strip tennis, with the expectation that one of the two players would get naked. It was now time for her to deliver on that.

There were still a lot of people -- probably a majority -- that had believed neither player would really go through with the terms of the match. And especially when it became clear that the probable loser was Katie, the pampered rich kid and daughter of one of the club's wealthiest members, it seemed totally unlikely that she would have the guts strip off her clothes. All of those guys, including many who had known the attractive blonde since high school, still regarded her as gorgeous but out of reach. The fact that she was on the court wearing only her sports bra on top and nothing under her tennis skirt was something already beyond what they would have hoped for. Could it really be possible she was going to remove more clothing?

Katie had been asking herself the same question with each point she gave up in the latest match. But each step closer to having to strip got her more and more excited and as she slowly recovered her breath and began walking to center court, she thought about all of the ways she had enjoyed teasing guys at the club by wearing bikinis at the pool or short skirts to classes or around the restaurants and snack bars at Clayburn. But now she was about to take all of that teasing to a whole other level, and the thought that she was about to play the next game topless sent a shiver throughout her body.

The crowd grew quiet, still uncertain what the blonde's next move would be. Katie paused near the sideline, reaching over to take a quick drink of water and then picking up a small towel as if to wipe the sweat from her brow. But instead she draped it around her neck with the ends trailing down over the front of her shoulders. And then with her fingers under each side of her bra, she began to slowing pull the garment up over her head.

She paused once or twice to make sure that the towel stayed in place until finally, with the sports bra completely off and her pony tail freed from the tangled garment, she walked toward the back of the court where she had left her racket. The towel was just long enough to hide both of her nipples, but there was definitely not enough material there to cover her entire breasts. As she walked, the spectators could catch a glimpse of first the outside curves of her B cups, then more of her cleavage, and once or twice, even a hint of her areolas.

Then, in a surprising move, she picked up the racket while still holding her bra in left hand. Making sure the fabric was rolled up, she held it out at waist level and then, swinging her racket, swiped at the bra as if attempting an underhand serve. Her shot was hard enough that the garment actually traveled over the four rows of seats at the end of the courts and landed somewhere on the lawn of the club where nonclub members unable to get into the grounds had crowded around the fence in an attempt to see as much of the match as they could. Someone was going home with a souvenir, and wherever the sports bra landed, it was clear that Katie was never going to see it again.

The crowd applauded the shot but grew subdued again, waiting to see what would happen to the towel. As Dan signaled to Monica to start the ninth game, Katie brought her racket up to her chest, the mesh covering one breast and the handle pressed tightly against the other. And then she pulled the towel off from under it and casually tossed it off court. The crowd erupted in cheers as people strained to see her nipples poking out from between the nylon strings that made up the web of her racket. And as she moved to get in position to return the serve, she could feel the strong, smooth strings rubbing against them, raising her level of excitement more.

But then, as Monica raised the ball in her hand to begin play, Katie instinctively dropped her racket in position, her hands holding it out from her body between her waist and knees. As both breasts came clearly in sight, a roar drowned out the sound of the dark-haired woman's powerful serve. It was a sharp drive to the blonde's back hand side, but she moved quickly and gracefully returned the ball, forcing Monica to remain in position toward the back of her side.

The rally lasted for a series of eight shots, keeping both women on the move as they ran to the net and back and from one side of the court to the other. The audience applauded each return, clearly pleased that they got to observe the topless player from different angles, her breasts bobbing every time she ran for the ball. But all good things must end, and unexpectedly at a moment when Katie seemed somewhat off balance after returning a ball from deep in her court, Monica lobbed a perfectly executed drop shot just over the net, and the first point was hers.

Katie quickly recovered, getting in place for the next serve when she felt a breeze below her skirt and realized she had assumed a particularly low crouching stance, legs spread wide, and the small length of her skirt fabric barely covering her pussy. It didn't help that her entire body now felt overstimulated and covered in sweat. The sensation of the cool air was heightened by the moisture -- perhaps perspiration from her strenuous play or perhaps something else -- around her most intimate areas. Forcing herself to refocus, she managed to return the serve, but her shot was poorly positioned and skipped out of bounds on Monica's side of the court.

Down now by two points, and with the possibility of being totally nude getting that much closer, the blonde competitor executed a brilliant series of shots in response to the next serve, ending as she drew Monica closer to the net and then lobbed a well-placed shot over her opponent's head, giving Katie her first point of the game. That was followed by another service and a rally that lasted even longer than the first point. After ten shots, with Katie legging it out up to the net on two occasions and then retreating to return Monica's shot, the blonde realized that her efforts to reach out to return a shot were almost certainly causing her skirt to ride up on her. Deciding to use that to her advantage, rather than backing up to return one of her opponent's volley, she simply stayed in place and jumped up high to reach the ball. She could feel her skirt rising well above the juncture of her thighs, and she was certain that Monica and some sizable number of the spectators at that end of the court, were able to see her neatly trimmed blonde triangle. The flash of her pussy seemed to distract the older woman just for a second, but that was enough to delay her movement toward the ball, and she almost threw her racket at the ball, the shot hitting off the frame and landing well out of bounds.

Monica was annoyed at herself for losing her concentration, and at the same time she was amused by Katie's deliberate attempt to distract her. With a wicked smile, she decided that with three pieces of clothing still on, she could still afford to lose another game. And losing meant one more game that Katie would have to continue to play topless. That, to the dark-haired beauty, seemed reasonable payback to the blonde for trying to use her body to win.

To the crowd, it appeared that Monica inexplicably double-faulted on her next serve, allowing Katie to take the lead. And then another serve and a few sloppy returns and Katie managed to win the game point, bringing the score for the match to five wins for Monica, four for Katie. And those four wins meant that it was time for the older woman to remove another piece of clothing. Acting before the crowd could really focus its attention, Monica moved quickly to side court, stepped out of her shorts, and once again placed them in her box.

The athletic briefs that she wore were more like a bikini bottom than a normal pair of panties, but cut somewhat higher in the back so that the bottom curve of her ass cheeks could be seen. The material was off-white with black trim, which seemed to emphasize her hips and butt. And her generous 36-25-37 frame was now shown to full advantage courtesy of the tight red tank top and snug fitting bottoms. As she moved toward the back line to get into position, the audience was now able to take in the full spectacle of the two players, one topless and one in a revealing outfit that was anything but normal for a tennis match. And their applause reflected their delight.

Monica was definitely enjoying the crowd's approval. At the same time, she knew that her years of experience and training meant she was now enjoying an advantage. Although she herself had deliberately missed several points, she could tell that Katie was tiring. Some of her volleys were not as well placed and her serves were getting sloppier. Moreover, she could guess that playing topless was both thrilling and, she suspected, exhausting for her opponent. She also knew that the blonde wanted this to be an honest game, and the fairest thing she could do at this point was end it quickly. And even if that meant Katie would end up naked, she was certain by now that the young woman was not going to object to that outcome. In fact, Monica sensed that this was exactly what both women wanted to see happen.

Katie defaulted only once on her serves, but many of her volleys lacked the power she had displayed earlier in the match. She was still moving quickly across the court, and the crowd cheered each effort as they watched her breasts moving back and forth as she stopped and started on the hard surface of the court. But she was growing tired and at one point as she tried to backpedal to get to the ball and missed it entirely, she simply sat down on the court in frustration.

Whether it was deliberate or not, it appeared that Katie had forgotten for the moment that she had nothing on under her skirt -- before getting up, she leaned back with her legs spread apart, propping herself on her arms to rest. It took her a few seconds to realize she had treated the entire side of the court to a prolonged view of her pussy, and although no one was close enough to see things in greater detail, there were a number of cell phones that were clicking rapidly. Zooming in the pictures, it was entirely possible a bit of pink might have been visible.

Realizing this possibility, she quickly pulled her legs together and stood up, But already some of the already overstimulated guys in the crowd were busily showing their pictures to one another and imagining just what they would do later that night to the image of the blonde player. But the way this game was going, in just a few more minutes there would be plenty of opportunities for them to capture more pictures for their viewing pleasure.

In fact in almost record time, the game was over, with Katie unable to score a single point against Monica's relentless play. This, the blonde knew, was the sign of a true champion, and although she was largely preoccupied with other thoughts just at the moment, part of her was realizing that she had a lot she could learn from Monica, both on and off the court.

When the final point was scored and Dan declared Monica at the winner of the grudge match, both women approached one another as if to shake hands. But Katie quickly made her way to the other side of the net and hugged her opponent, both women extending the embrace for a period of time that clearly showed there were no hard feelings between the two.

It was then Monica's turn to step back and cede the limelight to Katie. Even though it was her victory -- she had won the tennis match and she had been offered the apology she sought from Katie -- in another equally important way it was Katie's win as well. She was discovering a whole new side of herself that meant both taking responsibility but also making her own choices and decisions. And it had been her decision to proceed with the match and accept the terms of her defeat.

And now it had come to that moment. She moved to the side of the court opposite the umpire's chair where the rows of seats were. As spectators from both ends of the rows crowded toward the middle, she stood there with her arms on her hips, pert 34 B breasts proudly on display, nipples visibly erect in the breeze, and called out to the audience. "Thank you for being here and supporting Monica and me. The better player won tonight, but I hope you haven't been too disappointed in my performance." As the crowd cheered again, she added, "I gave it my best shot and I hope you enjoyed..." and she hesitated, "the show." She highlighted this last phrase by motioning with her hands up and down her body, giggling as she did.

"I'm guessing most of you were rooting for Monica, "she continued, "although I can't imagine why?" she said with a frown as she appeared to pout. "It seemed like you didn't like me, but I hope that's changed." More cheers were heard. "So, if I have any fans here, I wonder if they could help me with something?"

At least six older guys pushed forward, but one young one -- a former high school classmate who she recognized as one of the servers at the club restaurant -- was there. "Connor," she called out, recalling how she had often made fun of him and ordered him around, "do you mind hopping over the railing?"

He cautiously came forward as if expecting to be insulted again by the blonde. But instead, she drew him to her side, turned with her back to the crowd, and pointed to the zipper on the side of her skirt. In a very demure voice, she politely asked, "Do you mind helping me with this?"

He hesitated, her breasts just inches from his face. But Katie smiled and nodded, making it clear to him that he should proceed. His fingers seemed to shake slightly as he fumbled with the folds of the fabric looking for the zipper, so Katie held out the metallic end of it to him.

"That's right, Connor, just give it a good tug down." As he did the skirt slowly began to slide off her hips and as the zipper reached a certain point, the garment tumbled to the ground, her beautiful pale ass now in full sight of the crowd.

"You can pick up the skirt, Connor, and keep it. It's my way of thanking you for putting up with me here at the club." Of course she was aware that as the young man knelt down, he was looking almost directly at her pussy. The blonde tufts barely covered her lips and if he had looked more closely, he might have seen the slight protrusion of her inner lips. But he seemed too nervous to do more than take a quick peek, then stand up with her skirt in hand. This brought on another roar of approval from the crowd and Katie turned to face them, treating them all to the sight of her completely naked.

It suddenly dawned on her that while she had thought out this little act of having someone undress her, she hadn't really planned on how to get off of the court. And while no one was blocking her way, most of her clothing had now disappeared and the only remaining item --her polo shirt -- had been left in the box on the other side of the court near Dan's stand.

But then somehow, almost as if she had read her thoughts, Monica appeared at her side holding out the blue top. The older woman had managed to put all of her clothes back on and at the same time retrieve Katie's one item. "I noticed you left this over there," she said, gesturing to the far side of the court. "It's getting a little chilly and I thought you might want something on."

Katie gratefully slipped the garment over her head, the sexual tension of the moment starting to fade for her and the reality of figuring out how to get home finally dawning on her. "Let's say good night to our fans and I'll be happy to give you a ride home," Monica suggested, wrapping her arm around the blonde and leading her across the court as the crowd started to break up.

And as she walked, her polo shirt reaching only about halfway down her ass, Katie turned to wave goodbye to the group. Everyone seemed to be enjoying one last view of her cheeks as they swayed back and forth below the bottom of the blue shirt, no one more so than Connor. Seeing the look on his face, and reflecting on how the crowd had reacted to her very public striptease, Katie mused to herself. "You know, I guess my ass isn't too big after all. And for all these people, my weight seems to be just fine." She smiled and, looking at Monica as the older woman led her into the locker rooms, she simply said, "Thanks for the match. I really enjoyed our game."