We sat in the shade under a tree out of the hot Vegas
Sun and sipped from our bottles. “Ingrid tells me she’s
going to let you jerk off if you get through to the
finals,” she said in such a matter of fact tone I was
completely taken aback and could only nod while I
blushed. “You better make the finals, Emillio,”
Kimberley smiled. “Or you may never hold your dick for
the rest of your contract. Ingrid can be such a bitch.”

“Did she use this same technique on Johnny?’ I asked,
embarrassed to be talking about it but I had wondered
about Johnny.

“Oh no,” Kimberley said. “Ingrid’s technique is to find
the one thing that lets her control people and she
callously uses it. With Johnny, it was money and
prestige. Your one thing was easy,” she laughed. “Your
cock!”

“And you? What does she use on you to keep you here?”

Kimberley smiled and stood in front of me so her crotch,
covered by tight black lycra shorts was in my face. “Me?
She knows I like to tease,” she smiled, pushing her
crotch closer to my face. “No thong today, Emillio,”
Kimberley said softly and, dry mouthed I stared at her
crotch, cock throbbing intensely. “Today,” she laughed.
“I’m going commando.”

That afternoon I threw myself into the practice as I did
every day after that until I was blasting Ingrid off the
court. In the mornings, I sullenly followed Kimberley
and tried to control my frustration.

***

The tournament finally arrived and on the first day, on
a court far from centre court, I breezed through my
first match in straight sets. I expected compliments
from Ingrid but, instead, she started telling me about
my opponent for the next day. It didn’t matter as I
blasted that one off the court in straight sets as well
and that form continued as I moved steadily towards
centre court and the finals.

As I played, I completely ignored the pretty girls in
the stands and when they asked for autographs I was
polite but distant. I had no choice as my cock pounded
whenever I was near any woman.

The morning of the final came and Kimberley helped me
pack my bag. “Big night tonight,” she smiled. “You get
to play with your cock again.”

Blushing, I nodded and I was happily looking forward to
it.

“You know, Emillio,” Kimberley breathed. “We could make
it special.”

“What do you mean?” I murmured and she leaned closer,
those big tits pushing against me.

“We could make it a little better than just a quick
jerkoff.” Her eyes twinkled. “Would you like that?”

“Si,” I croaked.

“Win it, then. Win the final,” she breathed in my ear.

I nearly ran on the court and with white-hot precision I
powered through my opponent without even dropping a
game. I was ruthless and the crowd erupted when I
politely shook hands with my devastated opponent. The
media conference was small and quick and I smiled and
answered questions humbly.