He slipped onthe other mule and stood slowly as Lisa pulled him to his feet. Theseshoes were not what he desired to wear obviously, but were much more...omfortable than the ridiculous 6" heels he'd been forced to wear sincehe arrived."C'mon now," she said pushing him toward the door holding his arm. "Sohow was your night? Sleep well?" Lisa asked opening the door."Yeah. Fine, What do you think?" Martin said in a flat emotionless tone."That's so good to hear ma'am. Sleeping in curlers like that is. Maureen was soon topless from the waist up as she continued to dance seductively around the pole. She then paused to pull take off her leggings and panties as she stood naked in front of me. She said “let’s not k** ourselves were both in love’. Maureen was like a reward to me for all those lonely months in Iraq. My clothes came off in seconds and we both began a long awaited embrace. After weeks of living together the sexual energy was explosive. Our tongue’s intertwined as we French kissed. Most of the time we had the club to just ourselves. Of course we sometime "played" more than just tennis but that is another story.I was in the club getting ready for our game when this woman walked in and asked if I was Samantha. I said yes I was and she said that she was Sandy and worked in Tom's office; seems a client had just dropped in to fire the company and Tom had to try to save the account and couldn't make it today. I was disappointed and I think she could see it."Can we play?" she. I was suddenly aware that we were alone and that she was still afraid, despite my squeak. She was sitting too still, like a rabbit sensing a fox and terrified to move lest it give itself away. Normally, I would have fled rather than try and make an explanation. After all, I was still shy around women due to being bullied at the start of high school.The interest a few girls had started to show in me just before graduation hadn't quite cured me of my fears. But surprising even (especially?).