Jessica grabbed a pool stick and began to chalk it. "First scratch is two articles of clothing?" Jessica offered, knowing very well Jules could not turn anything down now. I remained by the coats as Jules found herself a pool stick, and appeared too terrified to find chalk. Jessica reapproached Jules as the rest of the bar, around ten customers, watched in anticipation. "You look terrified, Juliette", Jessica said with a grin. "Your break first. Just don't scratch right off the bat," she offered my mistress.
Jules broke for the first game and on her second turn got the first ball in. Solids. Each woman played very carefully to not scratch, but Jessica ended up having to remove her first piece of clothing when her ball took a bad hop off the slide and into a side pocket. I saw the relief soften Jules' concentrated frown across the bar. First scratch meant two articles of clothing, I recalled with a smile.
Jessica rolled her eyes but quickly made the decision that her vest and top was the first to go. I was surprised at first she didn't remove her shoes, but looking back now I am sure she didn't want Jules to see her hesitate and appear weak. She unsnapped the buttons of her vest to reveal the outline of her large breasts. As she pulled her turtleneck over her head to reveal her zebra striped bra the crowd whistled, and one of the men yelled, "Good thing you're stripes!" I detected despite it being her idea and that overall she appeared to be an outgoing woman, her face wore the slightest color of red as she placed her shirt on the chair by her.
I admit I was relieved for a moment, until I realized the crowd would cheer the same way for Jules, causing my stomach to knot. I must have jinxed her, because two shots later Jules also scratched. Jules did not take Jessica's lead and instead removed both of her boots, and then heer jean jacket. The crowd booed at her.
When the first game got down to last three balls: a stripe, a solid, and the eight ball, a hush came over the bar. It was Jules' turn and she took her time lining up her shot. She was going to have to hit the solid just right to get it to fall in the corner pocket. She struck the ball well and I watched in slow motion as the ball tapped the corner of the solid ball and dropped into the corner opening. Jules smiled.
"Don't mess this up, what are you going to take off next?" Jessica scoffed, and I knew I wasn't the only one to note how nervous she looked. Losing three articles of clothing heading into the second game was surely not part of her plan. Jules rammed the eight ball into the side pocket and I could see her relief as she smiled and in a moment of excitement yelled at Jessica to "STRIP!" Jessica rolled her eyes and removed her slip on shoes. The crowd booed.
"You're doing great," I told Jules before the start of the second game. Her relief had reverted to distress again, and I think reality was setting in that the next mistake would result in her actually showing skin. She kissed me on the check, took a big gulp of her drink, and went back to the table.
"You didn't tell me if you are wearing underwear," Jessica spoke at her as she adjusted her bra. "Wait don't tell me, that would be the best surprise. Are you wet right now?" she sneered. Jessica broke the second game and I attempted to cover my smile when her cue ball scratched into the side pocket. Jessica audibly groaned as the crowd cheered. She thought for a moment and removed her bra to reveal her breasts. She had a beautiful pair, and the crowd was energized at the sight of her areolas. The waitress stepped in and reminded everyone that no photos or recordings were allowed. Again the crowd booed.
Jessica had been the one who wanted to humiliate Jules, but she was only one being truly humiliated, as was evident by her red face. When it wasn't her turn, she tried to cover her breasts with one arm, but it just ended up exciting the crowd more when one of her breasts would fall out of her protection.
Jules led most of the game and when she got down to the eight ball I thought she would get out of this bar without her flashing anyone other than myself tonight. Both of us felt nausea when she scratched on her next shot. Jessica cackled and bent over in pleasure, no longer caring about her own nudity as her breasts dropped with gravity. "I thought you had me! So you scratched AND you lost this game. That's TWO pieces of clothing!"
Jules looked at me apologetically as the crowd began to cheer again. She pulled her black t-shirt over her head slowly to reveal her simple black bra. Her breasts weren't the size of Jessica's but the crowd loved them just as much. The cheers intensified when she made the decision to removed her bra as well to expose her perky breasts that I love so much. My favorite part of her breasts were the way her nipples poked forward, like little beads. I admit I felt humiliated myself that everyone in the bar was getting to enjoy them now too.
I was also in shock that she chose to remove her bra instead of her jeans. Did Jessica get in her head? The crowd whistled at her humiliation, as it was much more obvious in comparison to Jessica's light blushing. I found myself terrified for her, but the animal in me was also awoken. All I could think about was how I loved to suck and gently nibble on those nipples. She turned sideways and someone from the crowd yelled, "Look at those, her nipples are hard as glass!" Jessica again began to giggle.
I didn't get to talk to Jules before the last game, but I watched as Jessica approached her. Whatever she had said to her, Jules viciously shook her off and said, "That's too far!" Jessica had followed it up with something else, and Jules seemed to shake her head in defeat. New terms I thought. That terrified me.
Jules finished her drink and ordered another, which I didn't think was the wisest choice. She broke the last game and got a striped ball in. Jessica rattled off a few balls and I could tell she was feeling confident. "What are you going to hate more?" Jessica asked Jules. "Quitting your job when you just landed the break of a lifetime, or stripping naked and showing this whole bar your O face?" Jules ignored her, but sent a look of guilt my way.
I could see her arm was shaking as she tried to line up her shot. She missed the cue ball completely as the crowd laughed. She regained her composure and rattled off a few of her own. Jessica was the next to scratch, followed by her cursing "FUCK!" She slowly unbuttoned the waist of her khaki's and pulled them down to her ankles to reveal her g-string. The crowd cheered and yelled obscenities, one of which was how tight it was clinging to her pussy.
She confirmed my theory that she was not nearly as comfortable as she wanted everyone to think she was, as she casually turned towards her husband and adjusted the material to ensure it covered her lips. It didn't. Also a symptom of her nervousness, she began getting much more aggressive in antagonizing Jules. It was clear she was making these comments to Jules to get her angry and off her game. Of all the time I had known Jules, she was calmest person I had known and that tactic would have been folly. Tonight, however, it worked. Jules scratched a few shots later.
She looked at me again with those doe eyes and sighed. She tried her best to hide her body trembling. "Let's just stop. This whole thing has gotten out of hand. I will quit and you win," she said in defeat to Jessica. Jessica put her arm around Jules, and I thought for a moment she would show her some mercy. "I know I'm going to win," she whispered into Jules' ear. "But this bet isn't over!" she laughed as she reached at the waist of Jules' jeans and ripped them down to her ankles. Jules was to shocked to cover herself immediately, and her front was completely exposed for about four seconds before she reached down to cover the strip of hair that led down to the front of her mound. She was not wearing panties.
"Oh my gosh!" Jessica yelled. "I knew it! You're a dirty slut! I love the landing strip, girl!" she exclaimed as she knelt in front of Jules and traced the line of hair like a showgirl as she laughed in the direction of the crowd. Jules' entire body was pale, and everyone in the bar got to eye every inch of it.
Now completely naked, I watched helplessly as Jules tried her very best to cover when it wasn't her turn. It was useless, however, as with every shot she went to take she bent her petite waist over the table to expose her tight, married pussy. I wanted to intervene but I also did not want her to lose her job now that she had come this far. She had to stick it through at this point to win.
A few minutes later the eight ball was all that was left. Jules was naked and Jessica had on her g-string, which clung fashionably inside her lips. As Jessica lined up to take her shot, I again remembered what she had said about the loser getting fucked on the table. It only seemed right that I would take the attention off of Jules, but this was something I had never done in public either. It happened in slow motion as Jessica hit her shot and the cue ball collided with the eight ball, which bounced off the end of the table and dropped, like my heart, into the corner pocket. Jessica screamed in victory as she dropped the pool stick and made her way to Jules, who was trying to gather her clothing off the chair she had forsaken each one on. "No, no, dear, a bet is a bet," she told Jules with a wide, devious smile.
