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Asuka grunted as she swung her tennis racket through the air. She gave the tennis ball which had flown right at her a tremendous whack. The sound of Asuka’s grunt echoed and became all the more smug as the referee ruled in her favour.
As well as for a break on both sides.
Laura rolled her eyes as she sat on the bench for moral support. And hydration, too. Asuka swaggered up to her, proud as punch to having the lead.
“Here you go.” Laura said as her hand flopped forward with a PET bottle.
Asuka greedily accepted the water bottle.
“Are all those disgusting little noises necessary?” Laura sneered.
“They are.” Asuka said. “They make you hit harder.”
She turned around and Laura’s heart fluttered. Laura also doubted the skimpy little outfit was necessary. Bralet and short-shorts and then. The glistening sweat that dripped down the arch of Asuka’s spine. She reached out and drew the downwards line.
“Good luck out there, hot shot.” Laura told her.
Asuka shivered at her touch. She twisted around and did something that she thought was cool with her tennis racket: gave it a toss, let it spin, then catch it again.
“I don’t need luck.” Asuka smirked.
Laura met such ego with a triumphant smile. She flicked away the salt. They both knew Asuka’s victory was inevitable.