(18+!)
Blake Evans is king of the tennis court at Westbridge University...and he's also a prick, a womanizer, a player, and an asshole. He's touted as one of the next stars of tennis, building hype and excitement around the program with every win...
Savannah drove, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the streets. Savannah led Brooke to an upscale lingerie shop, its window displays filled with delicate, enticing pieces that made Brooke's cheeks flush with anticipation. The store bell chimed as they entered, and a sales associate greeted them warmly.
Savannah wasted no time, guiding Brooke to the back of the store where the most luxurious and revealing items were displayed. "Let's see how you look in these," she said, holding up a pink push-up bra adorned with lace and ribbons. "This will make your chest look enormous."
Brooke's eyes widened at the sight of the bra, but she obediently followed Savannah into the fitting room. Savannah helped her undress, their fingers brushing in intimate, familiar ways. Brooke shivered as she slipped into the bra, the material lifting and accentuating her breasts dramatically. Savannah stood back, admiring her handiwork. "Absolutely stunning," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Savannah continued to play dress-up with Brooke, selecting the sexiest, most revealing pieces in shades of pink and red. Each bra, each pair of panties, seemed designed to emphasize Brooke's new curves and femininity. Brooke found herself lost in the process, her mind drifting into a haze of pleasure and compliance as she tried on each piece.
Just as Brooke was admiring herself in a particularly daring set, a commotion broke out in the store. The sounds of a heated argument drifted into the fitting area, catching their attention. Savannah and Brooke exchanged curious glances before Savannah quietly opened the fitting room door a crack to listen.
"I can't believe you, J," a man's voice said, his tone filled with a mix of hurt and anger. He sat at the edge of the men's section, eyes distant and wandering as he asked, "Are you cheating on me?"
"It's not what you think, Mark," a woman replied, her voice trembling with emotion. "I swear, it was a mistake."
There was a pause, and Blake could feel the tension in the air. "A mistake?" Mark's voice was quieter now, filled with resignation. "You should leave, Jenna. Don't come back."
Blake stepped out of the fitting room, the delicate lingerie hugging her new curves perfectly. As he moved into the main part of the store, his eyes landed on the source of the commotion. Mark, the man from the argument, was standing by the door, his expression a mixture of anger and sadness. He was, Blake realized, incredibly cute. His tousled hair, strong jawline, and muscular build were undeniably attractive, hot enough to begin burning something in his core, igniting a desire he'd never felt before.
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Savannah noticed the direction of Blake's gaze and leaned in with a sly smile. "Go make his day better," she whispered, her voice a mixture of command and encouragement.
Brook was suddenly here to play, and she felt a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness. The thought of being with a guy sent a shiver down his spine, and he could barely contain his eagerness. She walked over to Mark, hips instinctively swaying with each step. "Excuse me," she said, voice high-pitched and giggly, "could you help me with something?"
