Chapter 7

Aunt Mai came home about 6:30 PM and had a couple of pizza's, a six pack of beer and a video tape with her. I'd been good all day and had not played with my cock so I was horny and ready to go.

"Pizza and porn, what a combination" I joked as I flopped onto the lounge.

"It's not porn it's something you can help me with this week as your not working." said Mai popping the cassette in the player.

I grabbed a slice and a beer and settled back to watch the tape. Mai hit the play button and the next thing on the screen was a womens tennis match. I sat there with my mouth open and pizza hanging out thinking "what the fuck".

"I'm not big on womens tennis so can you tell me what's all this for?" I questioned Mai

"The women in the orange top is the hottest player on the tour, although she hasn't won a singles event yet, but enough runner's up cheques soon add up to big dollars." said Mai

It seemed this was the woman dubbed i-Candy by the press. Her good looks, blonde hair and big tits had bought her more attention than titles and her pictures were the most downloaded from the Net. Mai was explaining how she was in town this week to play in the singles and doubles events and her team of flunkies were here to look at property to buy or invest her money in. My job is to keep her entertained off the court and to keep her in a good mood to say yes to some properties we manage. If she spends any money on property then I'm in line for a bonus as part of the sales team.

"I don't want to sound picky but isn't she from Eastern Europe andI've heard she doesn't speak much English." I gave Mai a look as I waited for an answer.

"Actually, she speaks several different languages quite well. Her English is passable but I'm sure a smart boy like you can understand if a women wants to be fucked regardless of what language she asks it in." Mai gave me a grin and ate her pizza.

For the rest of the evening Mai filled me in with all the information her company had on Miss i-Candy. It seemed she was travelling with her doubles partner, an English player by the name of Maisy Oates, and there were some rumours of their off court relationship. Miss i-Candy had also been linked to a number of men over the past year but nothing long term, it looks as if she was the love em' and leave em' type. Mai also told me she was a party girl, but no illegal drugs, and a compulsive shopper of clothes.

It was getting late as Mai wrapped it up explaining that a company limo would be here next morning to take me to the tennis. I was also given a company credit card to "use wisely" and to get receipts for everything even a coke. The last things Mai said as she left the door was to dress neat but casual and think bonus.

Mai rang early the next morning to tell me of a slight change to the plan. Two hired bodyguards would be driving the limo. They were not known to the company so she told me to play it careful. The limo arrived and the two guards got out. These guys were huge, easily six foot plus, but bulked up to more than twice my size. There names were unfortunately Marco and Paolo and I was about to smirk when Marco spun me against the limo and frisked me police style to make sure I had no weapons, cameras or sound recording gear. When Marco signalled all clear Paolo got in to drive and Marco opened the rear door for me to enter. He climbed in after me and took a seat along the side. From his position he could easily reach me or look to the front to see Paolo.

Arriving at the tennis centre Paolo stayed with the car and Marco led me to a corporate box to watch the match. I looked at the official guide and discovered her correct name is spelt Alexcandia but she prefers Alex and not the i-C name. Her opponent was ranked about fifty places below her and the match took less than an hour and as soon as she left the court Marco tapped me on the shoulder to go. He took me back to the car and while I climbed in the back he stood by the door. Soon he opened it again and Alex and Maisy jumped in ahead of a troop of photographers. Marco held off the paparazzi till Paolo had the car moving and then jumped in the front next to his partner.

"You are guide for today?" asked Alex in thickly accented English.

"Tell me what you would like to do and I will try to arrange it for you." I smiled at the two women facing me.

They were both tanned and fit. I could see firm thighs disappearing under their short skirts and long legs down to their sandels. Alex looked like her posters and it was hard to believe she had just finished playing tennis. Her blonde hair was done in a pony tail and hung across her shoulder. Her firm tits strained against the thin material of her blouse which was tied to reveal her muscled midriff and support her tits. A short denim skirt and white open toed sandels completed her out fit.

Maisey was dark haired, which was cut short at her neck. She let it hang loose and it waved as she moved in her seat. Her black t-shirt had a scooped neckline and showed ample cleavage pushed up by her bra. She wore a check patterned, pleated mini skirt that barely covered her pussy as she sat facing me. The two of them touched heads and whispered to each other while occasionally glancing my way.