[As a young man I knew quite a few girls who loved to tease, and never paid off. As a bouncer, years later, I learned something about the danger of teasing.]
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The first time I remember seeing her was in the back room of Mike's Bar. She was wearing tight faded jeans, scuffed boots, a pink chemise, her hair was bra length, blond and wild. She was bent over the pool table and smiling as she lined up her shot. Between her breasts was a fine view all the way to her belt.
She missed the shot. The man she was playing said her would forgo the ten dollar bet if she would kiss him. She smiled and moved close to him. As he leaned in for the kiss she stuck a ten in his mouth, laughed and walked away.
"Tease!" The man said as he watched her walk back into the main bar. I watched as she walked and scanned the crowd for her next target. Not finding one immediately she perched on a stool at the bar and ordered a long neck.
A woman like that doesn't sit alone at a bar for long. Before she finished the long neck another cowboy stood next to her. He bought her another beer and they started to chat. Another cowboy put money in the jukebox and her first cowboy took her to the dance floor.
Their first dance was a Texas two-step and she showed that she knew how. In the second dance she moved in and ground her hips against the front of his jeans like she wanted his to catch fire from the friction. All the while, she smiled.
When a slower song started she broke away from him and went back to her stool. She was done with him. He asked her to dance again and she turned him down. He walked away, slowly. She kept smiling.
Within an hour she had ground herself against five different men, tossed them aside one at a time and kept smiling. The crowd was thinning. An older man sitting at the bar sent her a beer. She moved to his side and they talked as they drank their beers. She put her hand on his leg and rubbed him. He palmed her ass and she moved closer. The old guy was getting farther than any of the young bucks had all evening.
She shifted on her stool and he took full advantage of her new position. Without anyone else noticing he slipped his hand inside her chemise and cupped her tit. She smiled and put her hand on his jean covered cock.
Over the next ten minutes she did everything she could to stimulate the old guy through his jeans and she allowed him pretty free access to her chest. She leaned to his ear and said something, to which he said something and she slipped from the stool and walked to the door. She was still smiling when she walked out. The older guy followed her out and came back inside after about a minute. He wasn't smiling.
Two nights later she was back. Dressed in a shiny black mini-skirt and red satin shirt she was noticed immediately when she walked in. She rubbed every man she danced with and then shot him down, moving through about eight guys in the five hours she was in the bar. She played one bad game of pool and paid the ten loser fee when she lost.
The very next night she was back again. She danced, drank beers and shots men bought her, played terrible pool that allowed her to bend over and show her ass and most of her ample tits, but she did not let anyone closer than two dances.
I kept thinking about the word the first guy used; tease. It seemed to fit.
Then, two weeks went by and she didn't come in once. I probably wouldn't have thought much about her ever again, but she did come back. As the bouncer I watch people. I want to head off trouble if I can. A tease isn't always trouble, but they can be.
When she walked in I recognized her immediately. So did two of the guys playing pool. They invited her to play. She was dressed in a tube top of shocking pink that would have fit an eleven year old tightly, a black leather micro-skirt and four inch heels. The very first time she bent to take a shot her puss and half her ass were visible. I heard the intake of breath from three of the men back in the pool room and when I looked I saw why. She was shaved and her pussy lips were evident to me and I was over thirty feet away!
My internal alarms went off. There was going to be trouble. I left my chair and wandered back into the pool room.
The regulars knew why I was there. The man shooting pool with the tease greeted me. "Hey Nick!"
"How are you, Alan?" I asked.
"Getting just a little steamed, Nick. And you?"
"Just bein careful."
The blond looked up at me as she lined up her shot. "Careful about?"
"About you. You are stirring things up a little back here and I don't want things getting out of hand."
"Stirring things? I'm just playing pool."
"Is that right? Alan, is she just playing pool?"
"No. She's been in a few times and she's always the same. A tease."
"I'm not!" She stood up straight and her tits did everything except jump out of the tiny tube top.
"You aren't a tease?" I asked.
