[rewritten]

Chapter 2: Juliette's Pool Table Tricks

I opened the front door of Big Mike's Bar and allowed Jules to go first. Chivalry, remember?

When I stepped in the bar, I saw about fifteen faces scattered around the floor, most of which standing or leaning on a tabletop. Big guys, small broads. Occasional fresh looking college graduate, a few years shy my own age. None of which we recognized.

There were several pool tables in the back, and a stage with spotlights that I was sure they used for events or karaoke nights. I prayed tonight was not one of those nights. Bad singing makes me feel awkward.

We bought some brews, and as turned to find a spot of our own I remarked that I was already drunk on her kisses by the time we got our glasses. Rightfully, she rolled her eyes and donated a moderate chuckle.

We found some privacy in the far corner by one of the pool tables, the heels of Jules' boots click-clacking all the way back. I removed my jacket but she kept her jean jacket on. I had teased her in the car about the frigid temperatures and that I hardly thought a jean jacket would be considered a winter jacket anywhere. She rebutted that she looked cute (and she did), and that she could "be a big girl" for the walk in and out of the bar. I parked at the end of the parking lot to make a point.

"You're going to be so cold. What if the bar doesn't have heat?" I asked. This made my date a rock's toss away from becoming apoplectic.

"What kind of bar doesn't have heat in the winter?" she asked.

If only later that night a lack of heat would be the most unbelievable of the events at Big Mike's.

Its safe to say that when I removed my coat and lay it on the back of the nearest chair to our pool table, I knew she would be keeping her jean jacket on. She's cold already, I thought. The bar did have heat, though, so I knew she would warm up quick.

She did look cute, I thought as I studied her thoroughly. Her dark blue jean jacket wrapped over her black t-shirt, down to her navy blue slacks I desperately wanted to pull off her, and her petite boots -- it was a masterclass in cute. To complement it all, and yet to complicate it as well, her diamond wedding ring paired with her engagement ring -- the rings that promised a relationship to a man who was waiting for her at home.

"Are we going to play or are you going to ogle me all night long?" she asked, boldly. I loved her newfound cockiness.

"We can play but I am not promising I will stop ogling," I returned with a smile.

Jules and I love to be competitive, and we have found very early on that any sort of competition intensifies our cravings for one another. Our pool match was expected to be tense. What was unexpected was her turning to me as I chalked my stick getting ready to break for the first game and offered, "Want to bet on this? Best two out of three games?"

The proposal started me and I was just about ready to skip the games altogether and mount her on the table instead. "What do you want to bet?" I asked coyly. She took a moment to pause, but I knew she already had ideas. She always had a plan.

Jules crept up real close to my ear and whispered, "If I win, we don't stop until I climax three times tonight. If you win, I'll let you fuck my pussy without a condom." She then looked down at my jeans to find out I agreed before I even got to tell her, "Deal."

I broke and got a striped ball in one of the corner pockets. "Stripes!" I called out with a smile. It was going to be an amazing night, before they walked in and the night turned on its head. As Jules concentrated on her first shot, I saw a couple enter the front doors. Jules hit two solids in and began to do a cute, little celebratory dance.

I smiled and thought about how sweaty our hotel sheets would be by the time she reached her third orgasm if she won. We would have to sleep on the floor, I thought with a smile. As I began to line up my second shot, I heard a high pitch voice call out "Well isn't it fancy seeing you here, Juliette?" My heart stopped. I didn't recognize the voice, but if they knew Juliette this was going to be a tough sell.

I looked up to see an anxious Juliette, stunned in disbelief. Then I saw the couple who had just entered standing at the other end of the table with her. The woman was dressed in khakis and a black turtle neck with a vest over top, and the guy wore a business coat and jeans. His hands tucked into his pockets told me he was not happy to be here. Something told me I wasn't going to be thrilled either.

Before Jules got the opportunity to respond, the woman approached me with an outstretched hand and said, "Juliette and I are work pals, well we used to be until she stole my biggest client today -- my name is Jessica," she said as I noticed the gum in her mouth that she chewed viciously. Fuck.

To give Jules credit, her pronunciation of her rival's name was right on the money, down to each bitchy syllable. "You must be her husband, Calvin," she followed up a smile that made me uneasy. As we shook hands I saw her look at my left hand. The one without a ring. Jessica wasn't messing around.

Before I could get Jules' attention for us to leave, Jules fired back, "Technically he wasn't your client, you failed to seal the deal." If Jessica's face was red before, it was scarlet now. I looked around, and luckily the rest of the bar hadn't yet noticed the confrontation going on in the back of the bar yet. I looked at the guy, he shrugged. "I'm starting to think that this town ain't big enough for the both of us, Juliette," Jessica said as she approached Jules until she was nose to nose. I was relieved to see Jules laugh that off and turn away to grab her purse and my jacket.

"Did you seal the deal, Juliette? What did you have to give up I wonder?" Jessica asked loudly to the back of Juliette.

"Unlike you, Jessica, I don't spread my legs for clients," Jules fired back. It was met with a smug grin.

"Well you are welcome to stay, but tonight we will be going," I offered, supporting my woman's exit strategy with a smile. As soon as Jules' hand corralled her purse and touched my jackets, Jessica said calmly, "Well why don't we play for it?" Jules stopped immediately and turned around to face her rival. "Excuse me?"

Jessica looked satisfied to have her attention. "It's simple. We play a best of three game of pool. If you win I'll quit. If I win, you quit." She smiled like the bad consultant I knew she had to be to offer that deal. Jules had already secured her top spot this year in the company by landing that client, while Jessica was complacent and come up short. Jules and I were on the same page, as I saw her began to laugh again. "And why would I agree to that?"

Jessica took a few steps closer to Jules and with four words made her intent known. "I love your ring." She said with a bright smile, turning to me and looking at my hand. Jules went quiet as her smile faded. I took a few steps forward her to encourage her to follow through on our exit strategy, but Jessica motioned me to hold off. "And your ring looks so good kissing your husband Calvin in this bar, doesn't it?" she said as she showed Jules her phone. There it was, that was her play. Blackmail.

I knew Jules needed me to take the lead. "We are leaving," I said as I went to grab my coat from here and embraced her hand. Jules didn't budge. I nudged her but it was like we were both in a bad dream. Jessica knew she had her in her sights. "Oh alright, I'll just tag you in this post on all the social media we have together, say what a good double date we had," Jessica offered with excitement.

I paused and looked at Jules who was deep in thought. "Fine," Jules said. "Jules," I warned sternly, feeling my face get warm. "Good," Jessica said with a smile. "Jake, get drinks for all of us, and get the waitress over here as well," she ordered her man. He obliged, though not looking any more pleased to be present.

As he left, Jessica got close to Jules again and said, "Let's make this more fun. And before you say No, remember what I have on you. I promise you when the games end tonight, I'll delete my pictures either way -- but you embarrassed me on a large scale today in front of our boss and in addition to you quitting your job tonight - I am going to humiliate you too." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"So here's the deal, we will both make videos of us saying we quit to our boss, loser of the best of three has to send the video to our boss TONIGHT, no take backs. But here's the kicker, we are going to play STRIP pool. For every game you lose or for every shot you scratch, you take off something; shoes count as one, and neither one of us is wearing socks so we should be even..." Jessica paused and retained that smile that made me uncomfortable as she began to chuckle. "You are wearing underwear, right Jules?" she said looking down at her jeans as if she had x-ray vision.

Jessica continued, "If you scratch your way naked, that's how you have to play until the rest of the games are decided." Jules looked terrified. This was a woman who would not change anywhere unless all blinds were closed. The first time we made love she insisted on having the lights off. She was the definition of shy. This was going to kill her.

"Oh," Jessica added, "and I know you can't say no to any of this, so here is the cherry on top. The loser will already be naked, or at least close, so let's agree the loser also gets fucked on the table, until climax. That's where you come in," she said as she pointed to me. "I hope your man isn't shy, but if he is I am sure we can get one of the younger guys to mount up," she said with a wink.

She walked away from Jules just as Jake was coming back with the drinks and the waitress. I went to Jules immediately. "We should just leave right now, you don't have to do this," I offered as I put my hand on her arm. She was trembling. "If Calvin finds out about us, I could lose custody of..." she began to say. Fuck. Jessica really did have her in her grips. "Just win then, and don't scratch," I told her, helpfully.

"I understand you two ladies want to record videos?" the waitress said cheerfully. The waitress explained that she would keep the two phones and would ensure the video was sent at the end of the match, for which she requested a tip from each woman. Both obliged. I hoped Jessica didn't see Jules' hands were shaking.

Still, as bad as this was looking, maybe no one else would notice us in the back here. Then Jessica placed two fingers in her mouth and produced a whistle. As the rest of patrons turned towards the origin of the sound, Jessica yelled, "Strip pool match is about to start!" She then turned and smiled deviously at Jules, whom turned the palest I have ever seen someone turn.

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.