What she didn't know was I had been shown a few 'tricks' from a shuffleboard player that went around the circuit and competed in tournaments. What I knew was just enough to be dangerous, but I did learn a bit. So here we were, staring down the long table, sipping on an adult beverage at the end of our shift. The place had closed some time ago, and we had spent the last ninety minutes doing the cleanup and the till closing.
Although it was against the rules, because it was after hours, I convinced Mel to have a margarita with me. I fancy myself as a pretty good margy-maker, so I used that tact to hammer the final nail in the coffin and she finally acquiesced.
"OK, I suppose since you're having one, I couldn't get in too much trouble. Mr. Golden Boy!" she responded when I asked her if she wanted the drink.
Golden Boy was a nickname I earned from being the only one with enough common sense to be able to run the place entirely on my own. The owners trusted me completely, and while this was a bit on the 'you shouldn't do this' side, it wasn't so terribly wrong that I couldn't convince my owner that it was no big deal, once in a while. So, I built two delicious margaritas, on the rocks, of course.
Handing her the drink, I tried to make some small-talk to break the ice a bit. Mel was our newest cocktailer and I really hadn't had a chance to work with her other than on nights that we were slammed, and being slammed, one didn't have time to socialize with staff. This gave me an opportunity to get to know her a bit.
"Howya likin' it so far?" I asked.
"It's been fun, actually. The staff here is really nice and helpful, I never feel like I'm being a pain in the a...." she quickly stopped herself.
"It's OK", I replied. "I'm not a virgin for crying out loud".
"Sorry! Being the new kid on the block, I'm just a little intimidated to let my hair down, I guess".
"Mel, really, you're among friends. You can let loose without worrying about being judged. You've already been judged".
"What! What do you mean by that?" she asked.
"You know how it is in this business. Fresh meat comes on shift, everyone checks out the merchandise, as it were!" I chuckled.
"Fresh meat? Geez, now I really feel naked in this uniform", she responded.
The uniform for our cocktailers wasn't terribly revealing, we were a sports bar after all. The owners liked the idea of the girls in referee outfits, short-shorts, and a deep-v striped and zippered mid-drift shirt. While it wasn't policy, you definitely had to be built right to wear the uni comfortably.
"C'mon, stripper!" I winked and smiled my best 'aw shucks, ma'am' smile. "Let's play a little shuffleboard while we down these drinks".
"Shuffleboard, huh? Never played, lots of the customers ask me all about it. I feel kinda silly, though, always telling them I have no clue!"
"After tonight, you'll not only have a clue, but you'll be able to beat the pants off most of them asking you about the game!"
"Hmmm", she smiled. "Is that what we're playing for?" she asked.
Like I said, fresh meat, checked out, yadda yadda yadda. But really, I didn't think about her as a potential conquest, at least not until right at that moment! So what to do? Well, first thing is review the target! Black, shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, no, blue is not the right color. Turquoise, almost, reminded me of the Caribbean! Full, pouty lips, topped with a cute little button nose. So damn cute, her face was full of life! Because of the uniform, it was pretty easy to evaluate the rest of her. She had nice, tight and flat abs, just enough definition to know there wasn't any fat, and a cute little belly-ring. The top was cut low enough to catch a nice glimpse of 'c' cup breasts, pushed together to give the impression of massive cleavage. Personally, I felt her natural shape was sexier, but hey, now that she was on my radar, I'll spend my shifts enjoying the view. No pokies, as yet, but I had the feeling the sexual tension was about to intensify. From her waist down, it was nothing short of perfection! Beautiful, toned legs, her calf's not too muscular, dainty knees and firm, shapely thighs. Oh, those thighs! Sadly, words cannot describe her lovely ass! So round, so firm, it begged to be free of her shorts. What have I been looking at this past week? Mel was an absolute gorgeous girl next door hottie. What could I say?
"Sure, if you're up to it", I challenged, hoping she would take the bait and this would turn into something a hell of a lot more than shuffleboard lessons.
"First, I'll need to give you some pointers, so that you know as much as me about the game. I've played a little, but I really am not a good player. So, hopefully, after a few practice throws, you'll be close to my level".
For the next forty-five minutes, and another margarita, I just had her throw pucks down the board, getting some familiarity with muscle-memory, how slick the board was with the wax on it, and trying to place pucks on the board. At first, the pucks ended up in the trough at the other end of the table. Everyone makes the same mistake, thinking the table is really long, they fling the puck and with the silicon wax, it sails ninety miles an hour down the table and plops into the trough. But, quickly she caught on and it wasn't long before she was placing pucks just about where-ever she wanted them. After a bit, I suggested we play a couple of practice games, which, surprisingly, were pretty competitive. She won one by a couple of points and I won one by seven.
"Watcha think?" I asked.
"Well, me-thinks you would clean my clock", she smiled, as she took a long pull on the straw in her margarita. Oh, to be a straw! Geez, I was becoming obsessed with this little cutie! What was I, a perv, no wait, really, to be a straw!
"I didn't think you'd be up to the challenge, you leetle cheeken!" I taunted.
"Fuck!" her eyes went wide as she looked at me and relaxed after seeing my acceptance of her perceived slip.
"I'm no chicken-shit, Sammy-boy! So, if you want to, I'll take you up on the challenge, with a couple of conditions. For every one point I get, you have to take off a piece of clothing. For every 2 points you get, I'll take off a piece. Fair enough on that?" she questioned.
"So I have to get on the two or higher spot on the board but you just have to get to the one, am I understanding this rule?" I smiled, knowing I'd have to shoot twice as good as her to place all my pucks on the 2 or better spot on the table.
"Yep"
"OK, I agree"
"Yeah! Alrighty then! Number two, you have to shoot with your left hand!" she started to laugh as she finished her requirement.
As I said earlier, what she didn't know was the little tricks I learned from my friend the shuffleboard player. One of the things he stressed was the ability to shoot off-handed, when the need arose. While not as good as my right shot, my left was no slouch, so, I heard myself say, "OK, left shooter coming out".
Mel lined up her first shot, while I went over to the bar and mixed up another couple of margaritas. The more of those little fuckers you have, the better they taste, and after two, they were tasting pretty good. I had a little buzz, but nothing memory altering. I thought I would check to see what condition Mel was in, the last thing I wanted was for her to be so out of it, this wouldn't be a memorable experience. I walked over to her with the drinks, setting them on the buddy bar by the table.
"Hey, Mel. Listen. I want to make sure you're OK and aware of what's going on right now. You're not hammered, are you?" I asked.
"Hell, no, turkey! I'm a professional", she laughed. "I'm feeling just fine, I know where I am and what I'm doing. So let's get to doing", she smiled that killer smile, you know 'fuck I'm cute, wouldn't you like to have me, but you can't, so ha-ha' smile!
Down went her first puck, stopping just touching the two spot. My throw smacked hers off the table and left mine sitting just in the one area. Her next throw curved behind mine and came to rest just on the other side of mine, but behind it. Nice shot! I had no choice but to throw a kill shot and blast all of the pucks off the table. So, with two throws to go, there were no pucks on the board. Her next throw ended up just past the two, almost to the three. If I could hit her just right, I could knock her off the board and make my puck stop fully inside the two area. So that's what I did. With only one puck to throw, Mel realized her predicament and made an audible groan.
