All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a single word of it occurred, nor would it.
Pool Shark starring Victoria Justice
by MrMaxLord
(MF,Oral, Cons, Exhib, Slut)
*****
Saturday in Hollywood. It's a night where young Hollywood fills up the clubs and the hottest hang outs, their deeds sure to fill the gossip rags. The last place you'd expect to find a starlet who wants to have her name out there is a pool hall. Yet, that was exactly where Victoria Justice was.
She loved it. Billiards. Pool. Whatever you want to call it. She picked it up young, way before she was even on TV. Something about it just clicked with her. It even got her so crazy she became obsessed with geometry. Anything that made her better at the game, she absorbed it like a sponge. Of all the things Victoria knew how to do, pool was the thing very few could mess with her on. She knew there were better singers, better actors...but this game? Victoria was tops.
So...why was that not her career? Well, it was simple. The game was hers. Something she didn't have to share it with the world. It was 100% hers. No judgement from anyone. It was secure.
And so...pool halls. They were the most fun she'd ever had. Watching, playing...just hearing the games going on. It was home...no, not home. Something far better, sexier. Pool wasn't the only fun Victoria had at these places.
Her brown eyes scanned the room, looking for her mark of the night. She sipped at her drink, a mix of club soda, cranberry, and a slice of lime. Completely non alcoholic, but it looked enough like a vodka and cran to make someone think she might be a bit tipsy, giving her an advantage in the game. She was good, but being good also mean taking every single advantage you could get. Victoria was always happy to do this. Fun is fun.
One by one, she scrapped any nominees her eyes fell upon until she found him. He looked perfect. Handsome, determined...but not angry. His body language was relaxed. Always a plus. Some men HATED to lose. She'd been in the middle of a enough bar room brawls to know that. It's what taught her how to spot the right opponent.
She took one more sip of her faux alcoholic beverage and made her way towards him. With every step she walked not only closer to him, but more into character. Slightly ditzy and bubbly. Perhaps a little drunk. Utterly enamored by every move the mark made. All part of seasoning the steak.
"Hi," she said, effervescent as the club soda she'd been drinking. The man's gaze looked Victoria over. Her fit legs sticking out of a skirt that was just short enough to fuel his lust in the best way. Also just high enough for him to ignore details later. Certain details. The flash of her flat stomach was another nice little dash. The outfit was sexy, but in an odd way unassuming. Just like Victoria wanted it.
"Hello," he said with a grin. "What can I help you with, pretty lady."
"Well,how about a game of pool?" Victoria's smile was wide and bright, her red lips just magnifying the the brightness of it. Her eyes sparkled and in tandem with that five star smile gave off an aura of innocence with a dash of naivete. Just what she wanted to give off.
"Well that'd be fine with me. But there's a catch, I don't play with people who's name I don't know."
"I have the same rule. My name's Victoria." Victoria held out her hand delicately. Not a hint of dominance. All by design, of course.
"I'm Adam." Her took her hand, gave it a light shake then kissed it. She liked him. He thought he was playing his own game and was winning. That made her game even easier.
The two made their way to an empty table. Before long they were chalking up their cues and racking up the balls.
"So, you wanna break? He asked. "Ladies first and all that."
"Sure." replied Victoria. "But how about we do something interesting?"
"Such as?"
"Well, best two out of three? You win, we end up back at your place. I win, you pay for my drinks." The perfect bet. He'd play hard, too hard. Make mistakes by trying to avoid them. And he wouldn't make it easy. Which in the end, would make it far easier. Sex was the ultimate prize and the best carrot to dangle. The mark is always assured to trip over their own feet in their rush to get a bite.
"You're on," Adam agreed with an excited grin. He had just jumped right in Victoria's boat, she didn't even have to reel. "You can even break."
"Cool," she grinned. And this was her first challenge of the night. She could break like no one's business. She could be mean about it. Make the opponent want it over A.S.A.P. It was a snap for her at this point.
But, purposefully looking mediocre, that was a challenge. Looking bad was easy. But looking average or just slightly below? That took skill, a certain amount of finesse. Even for a season shark like Victoria, it took a bit of concentration. She could still do it, but this first game, it was going to take an extra bit of effort.
The effort indeed paid off. The break was...not good. Not bad, but it didn't make Victoria look good. And neither did the rest of the game. Victoria hadn't been creamed, that was never her intent. It'd be too obvious when combined with her suggesting a bet in the first place. She had to look just competent enough, but hopeless at the same time.
"Darn," she said. "On to game two?"
"Well, how about we skip that, I buy you one more drink and we head to my place. We both get what we want."
"Really? I was having fun," Victoria said. "What's the harm in playing a bit more like we planned? I mean, you're still probably going to get what you want, so what's the harm?" Her tone was perfect. A slight bit of pleading, perfect words chosen, and not a single lie. He probably would be getting what he wanted, just not on the terms he expected. He had a game to play and win too, just not the one he thought he was playing.
"Okay, all good with me. And I'll tell you what, you can rack and break again." Victoria smiled, her teeth on her tongue in that irresistibly cute way she knew no one could resist. It was a reflex thing, not something did on purpose. She could stop herself if she wanted to, but clearly, there was no good reason to.
"You're so sweet," she said, kissing him on the cheek as she racked the balls, and then her game began. The set up was so subtle. It honestly began at home, when she put on her clothes. She always wore a skirt...with nothing underneath. After the first game but before racking for the second one, Victoria hiked up her skirt very slightly. Not enough for anyone to notice, not until she wanted them too. And now was that time.
The balls were racked, and now it was time for the break. Victoria chose her position. She was good enough to be able to do a spectacular break from any angle on the billiards table. That wasn't a concern for her. No, rather, she knew exactly the spot to choose, right in front of Adam. He didn't even know it but he had positioned himself, sitting down at a table just by the pool table, to begin losing.
Victoria picked her spot and lined up her shot perfectly. But Adam didn't notice this. Instead, he noticed exactly what Victoria had wanted him to notice when she bent over to take her shot. Her skirt was hiked up just enough to give him a perfect view of her slit, clean, sweet and glistening. She was already wet. Competition did that to her. The game did that to her. But Adam thought it was just an attraction to him. He wasn't too far off. He was part of the game, after all, at least for the night.
That was the beginning of the end for Adam. To say he was slaughtered would be putting it mildly. Victoria was merciless. The few times she missed, he got distracted by her. She'd stretch a bit, her skirt lifting up just a bit to show a peek of her well-groomed pussy. Sucking her straw seductively. Anything she could do to make him think of fucking her more than the game.
Both follow up games went by in a flash. Victoria was the obvious victor. Now however, would be seeing if Adam had won his game.
