The following story may or may not have actually happened. It is intended for fun. All participants are over 18 years of age and are consenting adults. Before anyone starts complaining about the rules of 8 ball, there are the IPA rules and the rules defined for the game in this story. In general, the person who owns the table makes the rules, so if they don't match the IPA rules, which they don't, get over it. I hope you enjoy the story.
I like playing pool. I'm good at it. Not professional level good but good enough to win my date money in college by hustling the Freshmen and Sophomores. When I got out and the ranch turned that corner into one that really makes some money one of the first things, I bought was a nice pool table. It's a custom-built table made with a grey oak finish with tournament blue felt and polished brass accents around the table. The one thing that bothered me about it was after about 3 years, it started going out of level, and there just didn't seem to be anything I could do to stop it.
About once a quarter the ball would start drifting to one side or the other. I tried re-leveling it myself but within a few months it would be out of balance again. I finally had Greg from the local pool store come out and balance it for me. Granted, that was about $250 a visit, but I thought it was worth it. They swore that the table was fine and that someone must be jumping on the table or something to make it go out of balance. Ever since I first got the table, I stressed to everyone that they cannot get on the pool table. So, no one should be on that table. But still about once a quarter Greg would be back out here. Greg finally retired and they have been sending a new kid Jimmy out here lately. Jimmy seems to know his stuff but he's young, very quiet and more than a little intimidated by me. I could go on and on about pool but that's not what's important about this.
One day in June I think, I called Jimmy out to fix the table again. He got here and rang the doorbell around two that afternoon. Carla, Sara's youngest sister answered. She had lost her job in Louisville. Apparently breaking up with your boss because he's an asshole isn't good for your career. Sara said she could stay with us. So, she moved in around mid-April. She got a job teaching journalism at the local community college until she found something better.
I was in back yard cleaning up the pool or something. We had a bad storm the night before and there were more leaves in the pool than on the trees. So, I was helping the skimmer get the pool clean.
Carla came out and yelled "Jimmy's here".
I hollered back "he knows where the table is, just tell him to let me know how much the charge is when he's done."
I went back to work on the swimming pool and Carla escorted Jimmy to the pool room. Jimmy is maybe 2 years younger than Carla, so around nineteen I guess. They were both sneaking glances at each other, so Carla stayed around to flirt and Jimmy responded by coming out of his shell a little and actually talking.
Jimmy started talking about pool tables, why it's so important to keep them level, etc., etc. He really didn't need to; Carla's dad had been taking the girls to pool halls since she was in diapers. She was actually probably better than me but don't tell her I said that. She sat there politely and listened asking stupid questions on occasion just to setup the hustle she was already planning to run.
Look at this Jimmy said. This table is out on both axes.
Someone must be sitting on this table. He continued complaining about people mis-treating their pool tables. About then Mary came walking in just in time to hear another rant about people sitting on pool tables. Carla and Mary both sat there, exchanging glances that let each other know that the game was on, and listened for a few more minutes till he was done. That's when he made his big mistake.
Jimmy asked "do yall want to play a game to test it out".
Carla looked on confused and said, you may have to teach us.
"Sure. "Jimmy said smiling from ear to ear.
Jimmy setup everything explaining while he went along. He really did know a lot about pool and as they played Carla and Mary let Jimmy teach then as they went. He was all over them with his hands around them and rubbing his cock against their asses. At the end of the game, Jimmy had helped Carla and Mary win by one ball.
Carla said "I won!! I like this can we play another game".
Jimmy was all for that of course so he was more than happy to agree. That's when Mary spoke up. Mary wasn't quite as good as Carla, but she could most definitely hold her own.
"Let's make this interesting" Mary said.
Jimmy looked on puzzled. "How?" he asked. He really didn't want to take the girls money.
"Let's play Strip Pool for the bill," said Mary.
"Huh" said Jimmy,
His mind had stopped when he heard Strip Pool and nothing else the girls said registered.
Mary Explained, "It's like 8 ball, but you cannot run the table. If you go first and make all your shots, you have to let us have one shoot before you go after the 8 ball. Second. For every shot the shooter misses, their team loses a piece of clothing."
Jimmy was hooked. He loved this idea. He had seen these girls play and they couldn't hit a shot if they tried, much less call one.
Mary Continued, "If the shooter scratches the shooters team loses two pieces of clothing and if the shooter sinks the 8 ball out of turn, the shooters team strips, and the 8 ball goes back on the foot line as close to the foot spot as possible and the cue ball goes back on the head string. If you are naked and do something that required loss of a piece of clothing, you have to do what we say and vice versa."
Jimmy half heard the rules. He was just thinking about seeing the girls naked. It didn't even occur to him that he was being setup. Not even when Mary was calling points on the table by their correct name. He was still just stuck on seeing the girls strip.
"Ok?" Mary asked,
"Sure" said Jimmy.
"Then rack'em up", said Mary.
Jimmy collected the balls and racked them up.
"You can break", said Mary, "it's so hard to do. "
Jimmy took aim and hit. It was probably still the thought of seeing the girls naked that had him flustered, but he hit off the right side and hardly broke anything. Jimmy hung his head.
"That will be one piece of clothing", Mary giggled.
Jimmy looked shocked and took off his shoes. This wasn't going to go any further he thought. Mary took her shot and did what Jimmy should have done and moved the balls around the table. But nothing went in. Jimmy smiled. Both girls took off their shirts. Jimmy's mouth hit the ground. Here were two gorgeous women topless in front of him. He didn't say a word or move while he stared in awe that the two women's breasts. Mary with her long brown hair and D cup breasts with her nipples hard sticking out straight at him. And Carla with her long black hair and ample C cups. He had no idea how long he stood there staring at the girls before one of the girls waved her hand to get his attention.
"Are you gonna shoot or just stare at us all afternoon" asked Carla.
Jimmy snapped back to reality. He lined up his shot and suddenly saw Mary's boobs behind his shot and clipped the Cueball off to the right missing his shot completely. He hung his head, and off came his socks. The girls laughed.
"He has more clothes on than we do", said Carla, "is that fair?"
Jimmy realized; he was going to have to concentrate to win this. He couldn't let those two pairs of boobs distract him. But what a couple of set of boobs he thought.
Now, it was Carla's turn. She called her shot and down went the 3 followed by the 6, 4, 5 and 2. Then she missed her shot on the 7.
"Well, you gotta lose a piece of clothing now." Jimmy said with a mix of excitement and panic in his voice.
Jimmy was sweating at being behind but drooling at the thought of something else coming off the girls at the same time.
The girls dropped the shorts they were wearing. There were these two girls in just their panties and their sandals. Mary had on a cute pair of pink panties, while Carla had on a thong that might as well have not been there at all. As Jimmy was lining up his shot, Carla moved directly into his line of site. He saw a tattoo she had recently gotten just below her bikini line. It said in beautiful script "Deliveries in rear". Jimmy just about completely missed the cue ball off the top. And sent it straight into the side pocket.
Mary smiled, looked up and said, "Oh, tough luck, scratch, what's it gonna be now? That's two pieces you owe us. "
About now Jimmy realized he had been setup. But being a good sport and honestly wanting to see what would happen when the girls lost their next shot Jimmy took off his shirt and a watch he was wearing. All he had left was his pants and underwear. Jimmy wasn't extremely muscular to look at but was trim and had the slight outline of a six pack which made both Mary and Carla happy.
"Funny." Mary said, looking at the watch.
Mary immediately sank the 1, and 7 leaving Jimmy dirty behind the 8 ball.
