I've been playing these small shows across the country. At this point every small bar is starting to look the same, but early in my set I notice you in the crowd to break the monotony. You seem to be having a good time so I make a mental note to look for you after the last song. I stash my guitar on the tour bus in the back parking lot and come back into the bar for a drink, hoping to run into you.
You're in the back by the dimly lit pool table watching some guys try to impress you with their pool skills. I grab two beers and head your way. You see me and you give me a welcoming look that also seems like a warning. Like I should know what I'm getting into. I can't help noticing how well your black dress fits every curve of your body. I set the beers on your cocktail table and ask if I can buy you a drink. You smile and take one, raising it to your lips and drinking without breaking eye contact with me.
"Have a seat" you say. I oblige. "So, you want to fuck me, right?"
I'm completely caught off guard and stumble over my response. "It's alright." you add "I can't blame you for wanting to fuck me, can I?" You give a smirk. "That would be cruel. I'm not cruel." I find this strangely reassuring. You continue. "I'll tell you what. I'll play you for it?" You gesture to the now empty pool table.
I feel pretty confident in my pool abilities, so I almost forget to ask "What if I lose?" You give a sharp looking back as you rack up the balls "Are you going to lose?"
"I wasn't planning on it, but I'd just like..."
You step close to me, palm the back of my head, and pull my head down to whisper in my ear. "You'd just like... what? To fuck me?"
"Yes."
"Well, I think that's a pretty good deal for you." You slide the back end of your pool stick up my thigh. "Don't fuck it up, darling."
I feel myself getting hard from your touch. Under my heightened breath I manage to say "You raise a good point" I smile.
You look mildly amused and release my head. "I hope your pool game is better than your puns."
You break well and overall turn out to be a pretty good pool shark, but I've got the winning shot lined up after only a few turns. I lean forward and aim to put the 8 ball in the corner pocket... just...like...this... SLAP
My shot send the cue ball into the pocket for a scratch. I've lost. Then the sting in my ass starts to hit. You slapped my ass while I was making my shot. "What the..." SLAP. The second spank lands even more firmly. As the immediate shock wears off, the secondary shock comes as I realize how good it felt. I try to hide my surprising enjoyment, but you see it in my eyes.
"Oops. You lost"
"No I didn't." I protest. "You obviously interfered. That means YOU lost."
"Oh, really? I don't play as much pool as you so I'm a little unclear on the rules."