Your parents were kinda rich, rich enough to be in a country club. And to get you out of the house more they made you take tennis lessons down there. Even though you were old enough to pay for them yourself, if you wanted to. You had a job, and you just got out of college and just needed a place to stay in between your dorm and and an apartment. But, their house their rules.

As you arrived, in your work out clothes and your bag, you saw the instructor out on the court, already sweating in the hot sun. And fuck, he was fine.

Long, blonde hair tied back with tan glistening skin and tattoos. You were drooling. You always liked older guys.

When you walked out there, he noticed you, holding his hand out and smiling.

"Oh, hi! You must be my new client."