Reader be aware; this is a story within a story. This story is about a man named Brian who is writing a story about two fictional characters named Yvette and Stuart. Brian's co-worker is named Evelyn. Evelyn is intrigued by reading Brian's story.
Certain passages that begin with the term [Open Doc] indicate that a character is reading a story. The term [Close Doc] indicates that the character has finished reading.
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[Open Doc]
Yvette looked around her with no small amount of concern.
This downtown pool hall was full of well-dressed men, most of them in suits. She couldn't see any women besides the scantily clad servers. Some of the men looked her way. The ones who did not were engrossed in games of pool or in talking to their friends. The men who looked at her grinned and poked each other with their elbows as she walked past in Stuart's wake.
These men were quite used to seeing strikingly attractive women. Receptionists, high-powered traders, sales reps and bank managers; women employed in the corridors of power were typically amazingly beautiful.
With her soft Asian features and deep dark eyes, Yvette was easily as appealing as any of the women they were used to seeing. However, these men were not used to seeing women of that caliber dressed as Yvette was. She wore a mini-skirt that hugged her rounded bum and hung down only a few inches passed that. Her white blouse was a button down affair that was quite chic. It was semi-transparent and she had a matching white demi-bra underneath that held her boobs up but did little to hide them. There was a hint of rose pink from her nipples peeking just above the bra cups that could be seen if you looked closely enough.
She felt uncomfortable seeing all these men ogling her.
Before arriving here, Stuart had pulled her out of the car, bent her over the side door and fucked her mercilessly for ten minutes. The road-side parking lot was dark and there were few lights to illuminate them and few people to see if they were. For that she was grateful.
After cumming inside her and watching his sticky semen drool down her thighs, Stuart pocketed her panties and now, here she was, walking through a pool hall full of men wearing a micro mini-skirt and no panties. She felt like a stripper, or a wanton slut.
"Maybe I am a wanton slut," she thought and felt her nipples harden as soon as the thought occurred to her.
She cringed inwardly at her own lasciviousness and kept her eyes on the floor as she followed Stuart. He led them to a large pool table in the corner and put a set of Boston balls on the table. The lights over the table came on and she looked around the room nervously as he grabbed a cue and held it out to her.
"I don't know how to play," she lied.
"No problem," he said, "I'll teach you."
Yvette swallowed nervously and looked behind her. By now there were over a half-dozen men watching her; they weren't even trying to look like they were doing otherwise.
"Stuart," she said quietly, "I don't feel right about this place. I want to leave."
"Nonsense!" he said with a smile. "We'll just play a couple of games and then we'll get out of here."
One of the servers came over wearing a tightly fitting T-shirt and equally tightly fitting shorts. Stuart ordered a wine for Yvette and a beer for himself. He also ordered two doubles of whisky.
"Whisky?" Yvette asked in shock. "You know what whisky does to me."
"Don't worry about it!" Stuart said with a laugh. "We're here to have fun!"
With several misgivings Yvette sipped at the whisky and then took a slightly larger gulp from her wine glass.
Stuart set up the balls on the table and took the first shot. After the break he told her to take her shot.
With one more wary glance around the room, she moved to the side of the table closest to the wall. She bent over the table and took her shot.
Stuart grinned when he saw the back of her dress rise high enough to show the curve of her buttocks. He loved looking at her bum!
They took several more shots, neither one of them sinking more than one ball each. After Yvette had finished half of her whisky she became less cautious about where she stood to make her shots.
One particular shot she had to make required her to bend far over the table to reach the cue ball almost on the far side from her position. As she bent over, the crowd of men watching their game had increased to about fifteen. Her dress rode up past her bum and now both her ass cheeks were on display as well as a small tuft of black hair peeking out from between her legs.
A few of the guys guffawed and she looked back over her shoulder to see she had an audience. Looking further she saw her dress was doing nothing to hide her charms.
In shock she scurried to the side of the table closest to the wall and looked down at the floor in shame.
Stuart brought her half-empty glass of whisky to her and she gulped it down. She picked up her wine glass and sipped at that until the burning embarrassment faded.
Stuart ordered another beer for himself and a glass of wine and another double whisky for Yvette.
The game went on again for a while with neither of them sinking any balls.
After her second glass of wine was gone and her whisky mostly gone, Yvette bent down to take another shot. Stuart moved behind her and placed his hand on her bum. She looked over her shoulder at him and told him to stop, but her giggling told him she did not really mean it.
He placed his hand over her pubis and she jumped causing her cue to swat the white ball to the side. It skittered down the table and knocked a ball in the pocket.
"You shoot again," he said.
She kept her eyes on the table, studiously ignoring the group of eight or so men gathered around in a semi-circle.
