Cue

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Blouchen Billiards held an annual contest in eight ball. Each contestant put up fifty dollars for the chance to play. First place got five hundred dollars, second place got two hundred and fifty dollars and third place got one hundred dollars.

The first time the contest was held, Eddy Jones lost a hundred dollars. But, after tallying up the beer sales and hamburger sales and nachos sales, the proprietor of Blouchen Billiards saw he'd actually come out a little ahead. The next year, he'd had forty three people sign up and cleared a very healthy profit. The number of entries had been rising every year and last year, he increased the prize money to one thousand, five hundred and two hundred and fifty dollars. Eddy also doubled the entrance fee and very few contestants complained.

This year, all twelve of the billiards tables would be in constant rotation. Eddy hired three off-duty police officers to keep the peace; some people were prone to be sore losers.

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Zane Aaronson sat at a table, glumly waiting for Nicholas Cohen, her boyfriend to return. He was one of the ninety three people that had signed up this year and was quite confident that he would win first place. So far, he'd managed to eliminate three opponents and had not endeared himself to those three or friends of those three players with his brash talk.

While waiting for his next turn, rather than coming to the table and spending a few moments with Zane, Nicholas was swaggering about, posturing, talking trash to the other contestants.

"Hey, Eddy, tell this punk ass kid shut his mouth before I shut it for him," a burly biker demanded of the owner.

"Son, I'm not going protect you out in the parking lot, hear?" one of the police officers told the arrogant twenty year old. "Bucky decides split your head open? Too bad so sad, feel me?"

Zane perked up as Eddy called out 'Helmont and Cohen; table three.' She gasped as she saw a beautiful woman stride to Table three. The woman had deep brown eyes, pouting lips in a beautiful smile, and curly brown hair that reached down to her buttocks. Her large breasts were encased in a black patent leather vest and her breasts threatened to spill out. Her denim cutoffs revealed long expanse of sleek tanned legs and a plump camel toe. When she turned to 'lag' so that they could determine who would break, Zane saw that the woman's cutoffs left a good portion of her well-rounded buttocks exposed.

She watched as the brunette placed a vinyl case onto the table and opened it. From her seated position, Zane could not see into the case but she watched as the woman removed a dark wood handle with intricate designs carved into the wood from the case. The woman then pulled out a slim tapered piece of wood and screwed it into the first piece. She tested the weight in her hand, then unscrewed the bottom of the dark piece of wood and slipped a circular weight onto the base. She tested the cue stick's weight again and nodded with satisfaction. She then closed and latched the case and slid the case under the table, out of the way.

One of the cute 'Rack Girls' smiled and racked the fifteen balls for the competition. Eddy had hired four college girls to dress in bikini tops and shorts to rack the balls. This way, no one could claim improper racking or any subterfuge or sabotage by any other player.

"Might as well go sit down, Sonny," Lynn Helmont smiled, bending to break the balls.

Zane watched the woman's large breasts threatening to spill out of the top of her leather vest as she leaned forward. There was a resounding 'crack' and the three ball and the fifteen ball found a pocket.

Nicholas stood, mouth agape as the brunette ran the table, calling each shot before taking it. One of the young men that Nicholas had bested now jeered mightily as the beauty easily defeated him.

"That, that's not, that's not fair," Nicholas screamed, outraged as Lynn put the eight ball in the corner pocket.

"What? What's not fair about it?" Eddy challenged. "You both lagged; she won the lag. She broke and put two balls in. She decided to go with the high balls and called every shot. So, what am I missing here, Sonny?"

"I, I didn't get a shot," Nicholas protested.

"And?" Eddy asked, shaking his head at Nicholas's foolish protestation.

"Hey Eddy, tell you what, best two out of three?" Lynn offered, laughing at Nicholas.

"Hear that, Sonny?" Eddy said.

The rack girl racked the balls again. Magnanimously, Lynn waved Nicholas over and let him break. Zane recognized the look of absolute rage on her boyfriend's face as he bent to break the balls. She'd seen that look more than once and was terrified of that look. He had never struck her, but the potential was always there, just underneath the surface.

His biceps rippled in his torn tee shirt; Nicholas had ripped the sleeves off of the Myndee University Blue Jays tee shirt to show off his muscled physique. There was a resounding crack and the balls scattered. The two ball rolled into the lower corner pocket and Nicholas called the five into the side pocket.

He missed his third shot and Lynn stepped up. With a cheeky smile, she again ran the table. Zane noticed; Lynn never moved from her position. The cue ball kept returning to her for her to take her next shot.

"Eight ball, upper right corner; bank," Lynn smiled and did exactly that. "Oh well, sonny, was it fair this time?"

With a savage blow, Nicholas broke his cue stick across the billiards table. He then turned and stormed out of Blouchen Billiards. He held up his middle finger as several people called out after him.

"Shit! Wait!" Zane remembered; she was miles away from her Clarkston County Road apartment complex. She had arrived with Nicholas; if he left her there, she would have no way home. With a skittering gait, she ran to the door just in time to see Nicholas race out of the parking lot. A west bound car had to slam on its brakes, horn blaring. An east bound truck swerved to avoid Nicholas's car and almost collided with the west bound car.

Returning to the table, Zane picked up the slim vinyl bag Nicholas had packed his cue stick into. She dutifully picked up the two pieces of his cue, seeing that he'd snapped the tapered portion just above the brass screw mechanism. Slipping the two pieces into the bag, she then looped the carrying strap over her shoulder. Brushing her waist length dark hair back, Zane looked around the very noisy, packed pool hall. She wondered what she should do.

She saw Nicholas's Myndee University hooded sweatshirt looped over the back of her chair and grabbed it. She slipped it on, even though it was several sizes too large for her small frame. Her hands were not visible in the long sleeves.

"Order up!" she heard a male voice call out just as Eddy called out for 'Campbell Bucky, table three.'

Zane realized she was hungry and felt in her pocket for her debit card. Then she remembered; Nicholas had borrowed her card for the entry fee. She felt in the pockets of Nicholas's sweatshirt but did not find her card.

"Oh no, oh no you ain't..." Zane thought, hurriedly fishing her cell phone out.

He'd apparently turned his phone off; her call went straight to his voice mail. She left a message that he was not to use her debit card.

"Yeah. Gee, I wonder why," Zane asked herself when she realized she'd not asked him to come back and pick her up.

A moment later, she had a thought and went onto her bank account. Reporting the card as missing or stolen, Zane then changed her password. She mentally kicked herself for giving Nicholas her password, but she was in love. Then, she reminded herself, he was supposedly in love with her. But he'd abandoned her in a fit of rage. She would have never abandoned him in a strange place with such a large crowd of rough looking people.

She also thought back to the look of rage on her boyfriend's face. And, had he had the presence of mind to wait for her, she was sure she would be hearing all about the unfairness of it all. But, he would not have been at fault. The other player would not have been more talented. It would have just been unfair.

Zane again looked around, wondering what to do. She was miles away from her apartment, stranded here without cash or card. In the three months and four days of their romance, Nicholas had effectively removed, alienated all of Zane's friends; none would even talk to her anymore. She was sure one or two of the tattooed, hairy, smelly greasy looking people scattered around would be happy to give her a ride home. But at what cost? And, would she even make it home? Some of these people looked absolutely criminal.

"Ain't easy being five feet tall, is it?" Zane asked herself.

She had long thigh length brown hair, big brown eyes, a button nose and button mouth. Zane had button sized breasts; she wore a 26A bra, whenever she did wear a bra. Her drunkard father's nickname for her had been 'Buttons' and she had hated the name. She had also hated his flashes of rage...

Bright shiny red leather garnered her attention and Zane watched a well-endowed blonde woman step up to Table three. The woman wore a red patent leather corset dress. Her shoulders were bare and the hem of the skirt ended at mid-thigh. Her lipstick and stiletto heeled pumps matched the dress. Just as the other beauty had done, the blonde opened a hard vinyl case, removed a dark handle, then affixed a tapered end. She tested the balance of the stick, then added two weights to the base of the handle.

"That would be his excuse," Zane smirked. "Adding weights to the stick would have given her an unfair advantage."

Bucky, Sam Bucky was an immense pot-bellied man with hairy arms and chest and belly. His leather vest had several patches on it and his blue jeans looked as if he had never washed them. His balding head was slick with sweat and his few strands of long stringy hair hung down into his eyes.

Bucky won the right to break and managed to get five balls off the table. His lecherous grin made Zane shudder and she avoided eye contact with the behemoth.

"Got this, Chris!" Lynn Helmont called out as the blonde bent to make her first shot.

"I got this, Sweetie," Christine Campbell agreed. "Twelve in the upper right corner.

Zane felt her mouth go dry as she could see the beginnings of Chris Campbell's delectable buttocks peek into view as the back of her skirt rose up. She could tell the beauty had managed the difficult shot by the curse that escaped Bucky's lips.

"Fifteen, same pocket," Chris announced, leaning forward a little more.

Zane stared at Chris's buttocks, separated by a thin strap of bright red satin. Another curse from Bucky and a cheer from Lynn let Zane know Chris was doing well.

"Fucking cunt!" Bucky bellowed as Chris called out 'Eight Ball, lower left corner' after sinking all of the striped balls.

""Eddy! Best two out of three?" Bucky demanded, pointing toward Lynn. "Huh? You let that fucking bitch have best two out of three. Come on, best two out of three here, huh?"

"Number one, Bucky, that woman was the one that let some dumb ass kid have best two out of three," Eddy said. "She'd beat his ass and he was the one whining about it."

"He wants two out of three, I'm all right with that," Chris smiled, displaying perfect teeth.

"There you go. Two out of three," Bucky smirked.

Again, they lagged to see who would break first. Zane did not have to be a psychologist to notice that Bucky was hopping on adrenaline. He lost the lag; his ball struck the bumper and returned several inches whereas Chris's ball barely bumped against the cushion.

"Good, isn't she?" Lynn said, taking a seat at Zane's table.

"You kidding? You. You're unbelievable," Zane praised.

"Oops! That's me!" Lynn said, grabbing her case when she heard Carlos yell out 'Helmont Hooper, table nine.'

Zane shrank back when she saw the thunderous look on Sam Bucky's face as Chris ran the table. On her break, she put two low balls into pockets then just continued until only the eight ball and the high balls remained. Bucky sneered; apparently he thought she'd have to concede the shot; his twelve was in front of the eight ball.

"Eight ball, side pocket," she called out.

"Can't use my twelve ball," he smirked.

"Won't have to," she assured him, angling her cue stick and causing the cue ball to jump over his twelve ball.

"I, she, she can't, you can't do that!" Bucky howled in outrage when the eight ball slowly dropped into the side pocket.

"Let me guess; best three out of four?" Eddy smirked.

"You, you saw that shit? You saw that shit? She, you, you can't do that," Bucky protested.

"Show me. Show me where you can't do that," Eddy challenged. "Come on Bucky, you got beat. Just cowboy up, huh?"

Bucky also earned himself a lifetime ban from Blouchen Billiards when he hurled his cue stick at Christine. Zane was dutifully impressed; Christine must have anticipated the move. She used her own cue stick to deflect the projectile.

A young woman with numerous tattoos covering arms and legs picked up Bucky's discarded stick. She carefully broke the two piece unit down before putting the pieces into a vinyl bag and sauntering after the still loudly braying Bucky.

Zane had noticed the scantily clad woman when they'd entered; the woman was even shorter than Zane's five feet. She had wondered why such a young woman would be with the misshapen, bloated, balding man. Then, seeing the woman up close just now, Zane realized, the woman was much older than she'd first appeared. Her long hair was shot through with gray, the skin was leathery, and the crow's feet in the corners of her eyes and her mouth were quite deep.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Down to twenty!" Eddy called out. "We are down to twenty players still standing!"

"What's that mean?" Zane braved asking Christine Campbell when the blonde casually sat at the table.

"Means a half hour break; they're going to brush down all the tables, give us a chance to go potty, grab a bite," Lynn said. "Hey babe, see Bucky didn't take it well."

"Christine Campbell," Chris said to Zane.

"Zane. Zane Aaronson," Zane said.

"Lynn Helmont," Lynn introduced herself. "What you want to eat?"

"Half pound sounds good," Chris said.

"Zane?" Lynn asked, getting to her feet.

"Oh. I, I uh, I don't; Nicholas ran out of here with my debit card," Zane confessed.

"Okay. So what you want to eat?" Lynn asked, resting a casual hand on Zane's narrow shoulder.

"A burger," Zane whispered, embarrassed.

While Lynn elbowed her way to the counter, Christine chatted with Zane. Soon, Zane forgot her embarrassment. She forgot her worries about getting home from this unfamiliar pool hall.

"While we wait..." Lynn said, thunking a heavy pitcher of Gratchley's Draft onto the table.

"Oh! I, I uh, I'm not old enough," Zane protested.

"You're eighteen?" Christine asked, pausing in pouring a glass of beer.

"Yeah, just made nineteen," Zane agreed.

"Okay then," Christine said, placing the foaming liquid in front of the girl.

Lynn took the seat next to Zane. Christine poured her a beer and the three sat in comfortable silence, sipping the beer. Zane absently bobbed her head along with the music bleeding from a ruptured speaker overhead. She knew the song but couldn't name it.

"Hey Lynn!" a girl called out just as Lynn was finishing her own beer.

"Yay! Food," Lynn said, placing her hand directly onto Zane's upper thigh as she pushed herself to stand.

Zane felt stricken as the beautiful brunette's hand came to rest on her bare leg. The feeling of Lynn's warm, strong hand had radiated from the point of contact throughout Zane's entire frame. She shivered, feeling somewhat cold when Lynn's warm hand left her thigh.

"And, no onions, no pickles for Miss Picky Eater," Lynn teased, placing Christine's plate down.

"Uh huh; and let me guess, Miss No Tomatoes, if I have a tomato I will die," Christine agreed, absently scratching her left breast with a highly polished red fingernail.

Zane watched the fingernail as it raked the quite large breast. More and more of the leather slid down, exposing more and more of Christine's breast. Suddenly, just before Christine's areole came into view, the finger stopped and Zane realized Christine was watching her as she watched Christine's finger. She flamed almost as red as Christine's bright red patent leather dress.

After devouring her burger, Zane had to scurry to the bathroom. Nicholas was forever mocking her; she had a tiny bladder. Beer just went right through her.

The bathroom was sparkling clean; Zane was grateful for this fact. She simply could not tinkle in a dirty bathroom. With a sigh, she used the facilities. As she perched on the toilet, she reflected on her relationship with Nicholas Cohen. He mocked her for her tiny bladder. He made fun of her short stature. He teased her for her pale complexion.

Looking down at her clothing, a pink half shirt that left her belly exposed and Daisy Duke Shorts that Nicholas had insisted she wear. Then, instead of telling her she looked cute, sexy, attractive, he made fun of her small breasts and stubby legs.

"You know what? I, I deserve better," Zane told herself, dabbing at her sparse tendrils of brown.

"They're trying to get all the names matched for the next round," Christine told Zane when Zane exited the bathroom.

"Oh. Okay," Zane said, looking at the counter where Eddy Jones and two other men stood, comparing notes.

"Ever play snooker?" Lynn asked, grabbing Zane's hand and pulling her to a snooker table.

"No. It anything like pool?" Zane asked, looking at the odd bumpers on the table.

"Kind of," Lynn agreed, placing a snooker cue into Zane's hand. "You and me against Chris, okay?"

"Prepare for defeat," Christine smiled.

Zane could feel Lynn's full breasts pressing into her back, even through heavy hoody and half shirt. She could feel Lynn's warm breath in her ear as Lynn bent her over the table, hands guiding Zane's hands.

"Oh God!" Zane moaned to herself at the very intimate contact.

She wasn't sure of the outcome. She and Lynn did manage to beat Christine but Zane was not sure if they really did beat the very skilled woman or if Christine simply allowed them to win. Zane could feel her hard nipples rasping against the soft material of her half shirt and was sure her crotch was dark with her excitement.

"Helmont Hackett! Table ten!" Eddy suddenly called out. "Dawson Graves, table nine."

"Wish me luck," Lynn said, delivering a kiss to Zane's lips.

"Good luck," Zane stammered out.

"You got this, Babe," Christine said, kissing Lynn on her lips.

When Eddy called out for Campbell, Christine also demanded a kiss for luck. Zane's head was in a fog as she did kiss the beautiful blonde. She then sat to watch Christine and a scowling middle aged man approach table three. A whoop at the other corner of the room told Zane that Lynn had managed an easy victory over Alan Hackett.

By some fluke Christine's opponent scratched on the eight ball; Christine won without ever taking a single shot. She breathed a sigh of relief and shared a tight smile with Zane.

"He had me cold," Christine confessed to Zane as she waited for her next opponent to be called.

"And then there were ten!" Eddy announced and called out the next pairings.