Mind Games (Part 2/2) - Sex Stories

Mind Games (Part 2/2)

... already started throwing me off and would continue to do so. It didn’t. I reached the quarterfinals without dropping a single set and beat the number two seed two sets to one. In the semis, I faced Julie Summers again and this time I came out on top. The final was against Suzanne Doubell of France. Mats was confident I would win. I was fifty-fifty. Suzanne had been out with injuries and we’d never met on grass but from watching her style of recent play, I thought it would be a fair match. Everything was going well. I was fit, healthy and eating properly. My family was going to be in the crowd and I always played better when they watched. I was moving around fast, feeling light and strong. Then Jack phoned. I hadn’t spoken to him for more than a month – he hadn’t even called to congratulate me on my win in Paris. I shouldn’t have answered the phone. I should have ignored him like he’d ignored me. But I was tired of the relationship still officially existing. Over the phone wasn’t the best way to end things but it was the only shot I had. I answered the call. “Hi Jack. Nice of you to remember me.” “Hey,” His voice was strained, guilty maybe. “Sorry. Congrats and all that.” I sighed. “What’s going on? Are you coming tomorrow?” I fully expected him to make an excuse but he surprised me. “Me? Yeah! Sure, I’ll be there!” I couldn’t stop the frown that appeared on my face. “Seriously?” “Course I will.” There was a slightly stilted pause. “Lauren?” “What?” “Look, I know this is the ...

... worst thing for me to say.” He paused and there was the sound of movement. “I know what I said last time and I swear this isn’t like a habit. It’s just-” My stomach was churning. “ What ?” “I kind of – I. The thing is,” There was another pause and then, “I need you to do it again.” “Do what again?” I asked tightly. “You know.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Like Brussels. There’s a lot of money riding on this, hell, my life is riding on this.” I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. “Lauren, I know. Okay? I know. I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t desperate. And I’m desperate. I just let it go out of control. This is the last time.” “I can’t believe this.” “I know,” he sighed heavily, “I’m so sorry. It’s not just my money. I tipped some people off, big people, I need this to happen. I owe them a lot.” Anger surged through me. “Do you hear what you’re saying? I could get a fucking lifetime ban!” “I know. I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t desperate.” I shook my head. “I’m not doing it. I don’t owe you anything.” There was a long pause. “Okay,” Jack said quietly. “Okay. You do know that I still have that video we once shot. From the hotel in Spain?” My blood ran cold as said video played through my mind. It was an amateur attempt at a sex tape, something stupid and ridiculous we’d done years ago only because we were stupid and ridiculous. I’d forgotten all about it. But now I remembered and it made my stomach hurt. I imagined it on the internet, going viral, people seeing it, everyone seeing it. ...