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The bar was crowded so they sat a one of the high tops near the pool tables. The club itself was usually quiet early and it was the same tonight. As ever, Steve and Anna spent their time chatting and eyeing up the 'talent'. The game was in full swing as the club filled later in the evening though nothing in particular had appealed to either.
"Not much talent yet," smiled Steve.
"Oh, I don't know," Anna responded with a smile, "I saw you looking at those two over there." She nodded towards the two women at the end of the bar.
Steve smiled back, "I think they're a bit young for me. Nice though," he continued, "lovely arse! Say, how about we put yours on show and play some pool?" Anna smiled. She was dressed to kill tonight. Wearing a vibrant white large necked soft woolly sweater, skinny jeans hugged her figure exaggerating the shape of her fulsome, and oh so desirable, arse. The sexy nature of her dress was increased by the thigh length boots with four inch heels.
Anna smiled indulgently at him, "OK, you can get a good look!"
"So can all the other guys," he laughed back.
Leaving their things on the chairs, they moved to one of the pool tables and fed the machine. Steve racked the balls. "You break," he said to Anna.
She laughed, "No you do it! You are much better with your rod than me!"
He laughed, "I don't know, you use a 'rod' pretty well yourself!" With that he broke the pack, sinking a stripe. They played through the game which Steve won then Anna cleared up the rest of the balls. "Another?" asked Steve.
"Mmm, why not? We are being watched by the way."
"Where?"
"Other end of the bar. Where those two were earlier." Steve followed Anna's gaze to the end of the bar. There were two women there, apparently alone. Both were looking in their direction. Steve nodded and smiled.
"Mmm, they certainly look OK," he laughed, "from here anyway." He turned back to the table, fed the machine, and re-racked the balls. Steve broke again but nothing dropped then he missed a stripe. Anna took over and sunk a few solids then missed one. Steve bent over the table and took his shot, sinking his first ball. As he moved around the table he bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry," he said turning to see who was there. He noted the short red hair on a very attractive lady about 45. He stopped and smiled, "but it was a pleasure," he said with a smile. It was returned with a nod. Anna watched with a soft smile on her face.
The woman smiled back, "Thanks," she said, "sorry. You carry on. We didn't mean to interrupt." Steve smiled and settled down for his shot. He potted three balls then missed a sitter – it might have been because the woman had bent slightly, her tight jeans stretched across her arse!
"There," smiled Anna, "I reckon it's my game now!" and she bent to play her final shots, potting all the solids. Meanwhile Steve had spent some time surreptitiously examining the two women who were watching them. Both were considerably shorter than Anna. One, the one into whom he had bumped, met his eyes and smiled. About 5' 7", she wore her red hair short, cropped in a cut that framed her attractive face. Steve figured her to be in her mid forties. She had a pretty face with brown eyes and a nice figure too, breasts not that large, something Steve liked, and impressive hips that swept to a very appealing bottom. He unconsciously licked his lips as he cast his eyes over her. She smiled at him, clearly noting his appraisal and interest.
Her friend, shorter and blonde, was of a more fuller figure. Her blonde hair was shoulder length, similar to Anna's. She was dressed in a long skirt and boots and didn't seem quite so interested in the game of pool that Steve and Anna were playing. Nor in Steve and Anna themselves. Her interest was focused on the door into the club. Obviously, she was waiting for someone.
"You two play quite well," said the redhead with a smile.
"I don't know," Steve smiled back, "we just knock the balls about don't we Anna?"
Anna smile he sexy suggestive smile, "Mmm, I particularly like playing with the balls!" Steve laughed. The redhead's eyebrows raised then she laughed nervously as well.
"Now that is always good fun," she said.
"What?" said the blonde apparently missing both the conversation and the double entendre.
"Nothing really," said the redhead then, turning to Steve said, "I'm Kate, this is Carol."
"Hi," smiled Steve, "I'm Steve and this lovely lady here is Anna. It's good to meet you. Do you play?"
"Yes," she smiled, "but not pool very well," she said, "and Carol doesn't play at all!" Steve smiled at her obviously flirtatious nature. "We're waiting for our dates," she continued dashing Steve's rising hopes of an interesting evening.
"Here's Don now," said Carol, "He's on his own? Strange."
"Better go," said Kate, "see what's happening."
As they left Steve's gaze lingered on her rear, swaying as she walked away. "You certainly seemed interested in her," smiled Anna as she followed Steve's gaze.
"Mmm, very nice," he said with a wink at Anna. "Lovely arse! No luck though. It looks like they have company. Anyway," he continued laughing, "there are two of them. I can't handle three!" Anna laughed as she continued to watch the two women. In truth she had found herself somewhat attracted to Kate the redhead.
"Only one 'company' by the look of it," Anna said, nodding towards the doorway where the two women were in conversation with a man. There was lots of head shaking and apparent apologies on his part as they moved to bar. Sitting down they ordered drinks as Steve turned to Anna.
"As I said, no luck. Another game?"
"Might as well," she said with a smile, "not that much talent about at the moment." Steve racked the balls and, perhaps distracted by Anna's gorgeous arse as she played her shots or the thoughts of lost opportunities with the lovely redhead, promptly missed enough shots to give Anna the game easily.
"You're not much competition," she smiled, "your mind seems on other things!"
He laughed, "What with you sticking that gorgeous jean clad arse of yours out like that and thinking of that other very nice arse, I couldn't really keep my mind on the game!"
