As I walk into the smoky pool hall, I notice you standing over by one of the tables, cue stick in hand and a queue of guys lining up to play you.
A vision of sensuality dressed in tight faded blue jeans, White top, your every curve showing through. No wonder thereâs a line of guys.
I stand over by the corner watching you play. Youâre good, very good. Most of these guys donât stand a chance. Your smooth, accurate shots killing the good players, your devastating looks killing the rest, it seems no guy can keep his mind on the game with you around.
I go to one of the other tables and start a game. After about an hour Iâm doing really well, I have won most of my games and Iâm ahead by $4800, Iâm not the best player going but Iâm not too bad either.
I feel a presence behind me, and this nice feminine smells pervades my space, my heart pounds. You brush slowly behind me and I hear this cute little southern voice say, âWant to play with me?â I close my eyes, and then refocus, I pot the black and take my opponents money, I now have $5000. I turn around and your standing right, and I mean right there, looking up at me with those stunning blue eyes, they seem to be changing colour, getting lighter, nah, it must be a trick of the light.
âSureâ I say, âWhat stakes do you have in Mind?â
â500 bucks a game?â
Shit, youâve just doubled my regular bet, but I really want to play you, so I accept.
âOk, youâre onâ
âNameâs AJ by the wayâ
as good as you look I almost can't remember mine
âChrisâ, I say as it springs to mind
Touching you for the first time as we shake hands, I feel a sensory pleasure at your silky warm skin. I remind myself that as good as you look youâre here to take my money if I donât pay attention.
Two games go by, both to you. There are hard won games, but your skill shows through, it seems you have absolute concentration when it comes to your turn at the table, you smile and laugh but none of my small talk or flattery seems to distract you..
I look over at you, and you flash a killer smile, I canât help but smile back. I find myself watching your every move, how your eyes flash when you smile. Itâs the strangest thing though, it seems that whenever I look at you, I catch you looking at me. I find myself thinking how nice it would be to be alone with you and I decide that I need to raise the stakes.
âWinner takes all?â I ask, waiting to see if youâre into risks
âGo onâ you say âhow much you got?â
â5 grandâ I lie
âWell Iâve only got three five, but I can make an dealâ
âSure what offer would you like to makeâ
You lean in close, your scent washes over me, and you smell nice âWell if you win, you get to do with me what you're dreaming aboutâ and as you say this you brush you hand up my side. DAMN!! How can I refuse, Iâm screwed if I lose, but hey I could be better then screwed, if I win!
Itâs your break. Everything seems to be going your way, two in off the break, and a third quickly follows. Pretty soon you have 1 ball left, but youâve snookered yourself. A slient thank you to God for his help.
I havenât played such a good game of pool in my life, the rewards are just too great, finally Iâm down to the black, itâs a tricky bank shot, but Iâm sure I can do it. I stuff it upâŠ. âNOOOOoooooâŠâ you take your place and confidently sink your ball. I watch as you line up the black, its an easy shot, I notice you seem to be holding your cue at the wrong angle, you look up and smile, the black slams home, just then I hear a second click as the white drops into a pocket to.