JJ walked into the nightclub as if it was any other night. After putting away his ID and taking a quick glance around at the crowd, he made his way to the bar to get a beer. Eyeing the bartender, who's tits were half hanging out of her shirt, he grabbed her attention.
"What can I get ya?" she yelled above the noise of the crowd.
"I'll take a Bud Select in the bottle!" He replied.
After a few brief moments she returned with the bottle of beer and he laid $5 on the bar for her. "Keep it!" JJ yelled.
He walked away from the bar, turning back at the bartender to catch a glimpse of her tits one more time as he made his way over to the pool tables. Not much of a dancer, he has always been able to enjoy himself at the nightclubs shooting pool, and typically being able to pick up a new fling for the evening on occasion. He put some quarters down on the table while lighting a cigarette. While waiting for his turn on the table, his attention was drawn to the front door.
Walking in, she had realized it had been a while since she had been out for some fun on a Friday night. Trying to impress whomever may look her way, she was definitely dressed to draw attention. Black heeled sandals, short denim skirt, and a low-cut, open backed black blouse. The kind of blouse with the thin tie around the waist, and a slightly larger tie around the neck. As she made her way to the bar, almost everyone who wasn't dancing's attention was on her. She hardly noticed as she made her way through the crowd as she was a little uncomfortable on her first night out in so long. Especially with the little bit of side and lot of top cleavage the blouse was showing off, coupled with the fact the skirt JUST covered her ass, so she hoped. As she ordered a Sex on the Beach, she started to feel a little self-conscious about the outfit, especially being out without a bra, but took to a chair not far from the bar, dance floor and pool tables to relax a bit. She kept thinking to herself how nervous she was. But in the back of her head she also heard a conflicting voice telling her this would be a great night, to relax, see what happens and enjoy it.
As JJ walked up to the table to take his first shot, he couldn't help but be distracted by the view he had of whoever that was that had walked in. He missed the first shot because of the distraction, although he blamed it on the fact he hadn't shot in quite a while. The group of guys around the table kind of chuckled a bit as they knew the shot he missed was rather easy and no matter how rusty he was he shouldn't have missed unless he was heavily distracted. As JJ moved away from the table, another guy motioned his beer towards the red head.
"After seeing her I would have missed the shot too."
Both sharing a laugh, JJ offered him a beer since he had to go get another one anyways. When JJ arrived back at the pool table, the mystery red head was there, sitting on a bar stool, legs just closed enough to not be able to see up the short skirt. As he wondered what color thong was under the skirt, if anything at all, he walked back up to the table, took his shot and made it with ease. JJ proceeded to make 3 more shots in a row before he missed a relatively difficult 3-rail bank shot. He sat down with all the onlookers surprised at how quickly he had found his game. The game went on for a few more rounds and then JJ was victorious.
"Who's next?"
"I guess that would be me" replied the man who had taken JJ up on his offer of the free beer.
"I'm Tony"
"Tony, JJ, good to meet ya."
"JJ, I was wondering if a team game would be ok, my boy over there wants to shoot this game as well"
"I don't have a partner, give me a second here." JJ approached the red head on the bar stool...
"Know how to shoot?"
"I'm not that good," she replied.
"That's ok, will you play?"
"I guess, I'm Tara."
"JJ, nice meetin' ya."
JJ went back to Tony and let him know team play would be ok. JJ took the break and sank the 6 ball, missing his next shot.
After missing a relatively easy shot on the 11, Tony told Tara it was her turn.
She walked up to the table to see what to shoot at. Acting as if to line up a shot, she bent over the table, aiming at nothing imparticular.
"JJ, what should I shoot at?" she asked as she turned her head towards the group of guys. None of them really even heard her say anything. They were too heavily focused on the back of Tara's legs, which you could see pretty much all of.
"Hey Matt," Tony said to his partner, "another half inch and there would definitely be some ass cheek hanging out"
"JJ!!" Tara said again.
"Uhhh...Well," finally replied JJ, "we are solids, and it looks like you have a pretty nice shot on the 2 there into the side"
"Can you help?" replied Tara with an innocent but seductive grin on her face.
"Sure!"
JJ approached Tara from behind, looking forward to the opportunity to help her place her hands on the stick. As JJ helped her line up the shot, she shook her ass from side to side a bit against his crotch; which was even more of a distraction than the view he had down her blouse.
Hearing some hoots and howls from the others around the table, she knew they had a good view as well, she shot them all a smile, took her shot and missed.
"Ohhhhh!" Tara heard from all those around.
"Guess you can't make them all." JJ replied, wondering if anyone noticed the hard-on he now had in his pants.
"Maybe next time." Tara replied.
Matt, Tony's partner, walked up to the table and took his time lining up a shot. He dropped the 10 ball, and then before you knew it had sank two more before missing the nine.
"You're up." Matt said to JJ.
JJ made the one ball in the corner, but then missed the five.
"How are we supposed to win this game if you keep missing?" Tara asked.
"Hopefully I will remember how to shoot here shortly." JJ replied.
Tony was up next and missed the shot on the 13. As Tara approached the table for her next shot, JJ followed her hoping to get to assist again.
"Why don't you go sit down, you weren't much help last time." Tara said to JJ.
"You!", she pointed to Matt. "Get over here and give me a hand!"
Matt quickly obliged. Helping her hold the tail end of the stick, he helped her line up the shot on the seven. Giving her instruction on how to properly hold the pool stick, he realized it was a different stick she was grabbing.
"That's not going to help you make this shot." Matt whispered in her ear.
"I know, but I like this stick better." She said as she reached her right hand round her thigh to get a good grip on Matt.