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Zosia moves very well on court, and her slide on the clay is divine. Carol is kind of envious about it. She hits the ball hard and flat. After every stroke, she makes the racket sound heavenly, and with every stroke she grunts, and she grunts loudly. Carol’s eyes open wide at her discovery, and a warmth rises and settles in the lower part of her body that vibrates every time she hears Zosia’s grunts.
Must be the alcohol, yep. There’s not way—
Another grunt.
“Oh god” Carol says
She should, to the very least, dislike Zosia. She’s young, she’s healthy and she’s incredibly talented. She should hate her, because she’s standing in the way of Carol winning another Slam again.
Another grunt.
“Ah fuck it” Carol says as she brings her hand down her shorts and rubs her clit. She closes her eyes, and can still feel Zosia’s touch on her shoulder. She’s already wet—
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Carol Sturka is a 20 time Grand Slam Champion, and the greatest women's tennis player the world has ever seen. At 34 years old, age is catching up to her.
After a past season filled with injuries, she comes back to protect her legacy and record, that's being threatened by younger players such as Zosia Piątek.
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“Can I help you?” the woman says, clearly irritated.
“Um,” Carol says, her voice coming out an octave higher than intended. She clears her throat. “Are you my Airbnb host?”
“Am I your— what, no. What?”
“It’s just… I have booked this house. On Airbnb.”
“I think you have the wrong house.”
“Isn’t this the house?” Carol says, putting her phone straight to the woman’s face.
“I can’t tell. You’d have to unlock your phone.” -
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Zosia gently waves the camera in the air. “Did you bring this with you because you want to go sightseeing tomorrow or what?”
Carol stares at her reflection in the mirror. She feels her face burn.
“I – uhm. No, I didn’t.”
“Then what’s it for?”
“Fuck,” Carol replies, exhaling through her nose. She turns to look at Zosia, or rather, look away while facing her. “You can say no or – god, I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable –”
“It doesn’t.”
“Oh.”
“But we won’t do it if you don’t ask.”
Of fucking course Zosia wouldn’t let her off the hook easy. Of course she’d want Carol to say out loud that she wants to have sex with her on camera, that she wants to take pictures of her, immortalize her body when it’s full of marks, thoroughly fucked, spent, glistening with sweat.
It’s yet another iteration of Zosia pushing her to her limits. Ask for what you want, take what you need, fuck me like I’m yours, don’t hold back. She could think of so many more, but the only thing she needs to come up with, right now, is an answer.or
the one where Carol asks Zosia to make a sex tape. Zosia loves the idea.
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- Part 2 of the menace upstairs
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Carol and Zosia spend one amazing night in Paris.
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Carol misses those nights when she took silence and sleep for granted. It’s been two weeks since they have stopped, and the repercussions are starting to show in the sluggish way she moves about in the morning. In the headaches that remind her of the worst kind of hangover. And in the irritation she feels at the slightest inconvenience, or even at her lack of inspiration when she sits in front of a blank document on her computer.
Well, maybe that last part isn’t entirely someone else’s fault. But still, she should do something about the fucking noise.
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“Well, then? Do you need something?”
Carol takes a deep breath. For the first time since moving in this awfully sleazy apartment complex, she’s about to be the wet blanket everybody hates – or maybe appreciates for the intervention, she hopes.
“Yeah,” she mutters and points to the door. “Could you turn it down? I – I’m trying to get some sleep.”
The other seems to ponder her request for a second before shrugging. “It’s not that loud.”or
a new tenant moves in the upstairs apartment. She's loud, careless, annoying. And hot. And Carol has a hard time dealing with that.
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- Part 1 of the menace upstairs