In a dark smoky bar, shooting pool, we decide to wager. I'm highly competitive, although not all that great a pool player, but I can get into a zone where I do well, and it always makes me a bit cocky. You're always cocky and so the energy climbs. The wager starts out simple and teasing... each missed shot, the person has to unbutton a button on their shirt. We're both a bit giddy -- all the sexual tension and nerves from the bet -- and both end up with our shirts unbuttoned... a situation more acceptable for you than for me. A small crowd has begun to gather around the table to watch the proceedings and I'm very conscious of my exposure. Leaning over to make my shot, I can feel eyes all around on my breasts almost spilling out of my lacy black bra. I'm becoming very focused.... all the world in the circle of light from the lamp over the pool table... you moving in and out of the shadows into the light, your chest exposed, your eyes dark and intent on me... I can feel your eyes climbing up the backs of my legs as I widen my stance to make my shot and the feeling of you looking makes me stand wider, thrust my ass out more... a deliberate provocation that I know you feel each time I turn from the table and move out of the way for you to play.
Once our shirts are unbuttoned though, the bet can't end. You're doing better than I in general and smile, challenging me to up the ante. The bet becomes the loser has to remove an article of clothing... in your case, your shirt... in mine, my panties. We play and I do poorly, losing the game. I'm trembling a bit, wondering if I'll really go through with this all, but even though my heart is pounding, I can't stop myself. Knowing that a small group is watching, I carefully reach under my short skirt and slip my panties down.. step out of them and walk, smiling, over to you.. dangling the bit of black lace out in front of you. You take them from me and press them to your face, taking a deep breath, making me turn away quickly so you can't see the flush on my face. You stuff them in your shirt pocket carelessly and say, "Let's go again." How can I refuse?
That game I do better... some throbbing rhythm has started in my body. So conscious of my bare pussy almost exposed as I lean over to shoot, I go for the shots that require a lot of leaning and stretching and somehow manage to win the game. I'm laughing.. moving to help you out of your shirt... bodies so close but the only place we touch is where my hands brush your skin as I help slide your shirt off. I say quietly, "The management is going to kick us out." You respond, "The owner's a friend of mine... he'll never kick us out." And I know in that second that you're going to push it right to the edge and I'll go right along with you.
You go to rack up the balls and as I stand, waiting to break, I ask what the bet is. You say, "Winner's choice." I say, "What limits?" and you respond, "None." We are both of us intent on this game, and it comes down to the 8 ball. I'm breathing fast... my turn to shoot first. "Better make this shot," you say. "I won't give you another chance."
"And if I don't make it?" I ask. You scan the group around us watching and say, "You get fucked by any and all takers." My face is hot and flushed and my body trembling. You say, "And what will you ask of me if you make it?" I look around, as you've done and turn back to you. "You get your cock sucked by anyone while you eat my pussy right here on the table... and I mean anyone... female or male. But you cum for no one but me." I can see your cock bulging in your jeans, can see you smile at me. "Deal."
My shot is a long one... straight up the side to a corner pocket... a shot that looks simple but one I'm never good at. I take my time, trying to remember everything I've ever been taught about pool and shoot. I miss, leaving the ball right in front of the pocket. There's no way you can miss the shot and you don't even look at me as you step in and tap it in. You take my stick and lean it with yours against the wall. You walk over to where I'm standing at the end of the table and say, "And now…." You startle me by stripping me, pulling my shirt off fast, taking my bra in your hands and tearing it at the center, leaving it torn on the floor, ripping my skirt right off me, so that I'm standing in stockings and high heels. You grab me by the ass and lift me up onto the table… running your hands down my legs to grab my ankles and bring my feet to the edge… leaving me splayed open. You run your hand casually over my bald pussy, handling me so all can see and I gasp your name as you manipulate me. "Mmm mmm mmm," you say, as you smile. "Such a sweet thing for everyone to use. Okay, who's first?" A man steps forward…. "Me."
