Slowly she stood up and turned around, a teasing smile on her face, her voice husky, "nice try, but it didn't work."
He smiled, slowly nodding his head, "nope, it didn't...ready to up the ante a bit?" he asked.
She reached for her drink, taking a sip before setting it back down, her head tilting in an unspoken question.
"Let's say...$150...to the winner...what do ya say?" he asked, watching her intently, knowing she probably didn't carry that much cash.
"One hundred fifty dollars is a lot of money, Mike, I don't have that much on me" she responded.
Slowly nodding, looking thoughtful, he replied, "Ok...if you win, I'll give you $150 and if I win, I get that pretty pink bra you've been flashing me all night".
Slowly shaking her head, she hesitated...looking at him, trying to decide. She had been playing exceptionally well tonight...
He could see she was struggling, a blind man could see that. He grinned as he challenged her, "Well if you don't think you're that good..." and left it hanging as he threw down the gauntlet.
"Show me the money" she challenged back to him.
He reached for his wallet, pulling out two $100 bills, looking at them and then looking at her, "ahhh hell, I'll make it $200 if you win" he stated, arching his eyebrow in an unspoken challenge.
"And if you win, all you want is my bra, nothing else?" she asked skeptically.
"Yep, just your bra", he answered.
"Rack 'em up!" she quipped.
Arching an eyebrow at her command, he stared at her, neither moving or saying a word until she dropped 2 quarters into the machine and started racking the balls up herself.
"I don't take orders very well, as you can see" he stated as she dropped the last ball into position.
"I see that", she responded softly.
"Your shot", he gently prodded.
Again, she broke first, sinking a ball, and then another and another until she scratched. It was his turn now, slowly he circled the table as she settled back against a bar stool, sipping her drink and lighting another cigarette. He sank two balls and then another, keeping one eye on her as he sank the fourth one. Watching as she started to squirm against the stool.
"What the hell did I just get myself into", she scolded herself, her eyes watching intently as he lined up an easy shot.
He took careful aim, hitting the cue ball against one of her balls and ultimately sinking the 8 ball...intentionally losing the game. As soon as the 8 ball rolled into the pocket, he slowly stood up, muttering an expletive and reached for two $100 bills laying on the edge of the table, snatching them up. Walking up to the table he could see the relief in her eyes as he dangled the bills in front of her.
"You won, fair and square", he stated.
Slowly she took the bills from him, a guilty look hovering over her face. He saw it in an instant and tilted his head to her, his voice low and gravelly as he asked, "how 'bout double or nothing?"
She looked up at him, and quipped, "I only wore one bra."
He chuckled and nodded, "ok, smart ass, $400 if you win and your bra and panties if I win...ah hell, make it an even $500 if you win."
She gasped, "Five hundred dollars!"
Slowly he nodded, reaching for his wallet again and adding three more C notes. "Your bra and panties though, if I win...deal?" he asked.
Nodding slowly, she accepted the bet; there was no way she was going to turn down a chance at an easy $500...that was more than she made in a week.
Automatically she slid off the bar stool and started racking up the balls. He watched her as she positioned each ball and then got them in to a tight formation. Swallowing down the last of his drink, he set the glass on the table and walked up behind her as she was finishing up.
He slid one hand up from her hip to the outside swell of her breast as his other hand pulled her hair away from her neck again. He nuzzled against her neck, keeping her pinned against the pool table, his other hand slowly closing over her breast. He heard her low soft moan as his hand slowly squeezed her breast, feeling the nipple harden against his palm. She tilted her neck, giving him more access to her.
As soon as he felt her respond, his other hand closed over her other breast, again squeezing gently and again feeling the nipple harden in his palm. He slowly sucked and nibbled at her neck, feeling her pulse speed up as his thumb and forefinger on each hand started to roll each nipple, pinching lightly at first and then increasing the pressure as he felt her pulse increase. He pulled and twisted, pinched and rolled the hard nipples, feeling her low moans as he sucked against her neck.
Testing her, he slowly increased the pressure as he pinched the nipples, feeling her as she arched her back and lifted up to him. He continued to increase the pressure until he felt her wince and then bit down on her neck, sucking hard against her tender flesh, knowing that he would leave his mark on her. A low moan floating up to him as he slowly slid his hands away, stepping back from her.
She slowly turned around to him, her breath shallow, her nipples poking against the thin shirt, her dark eyes smoky with her fire. He lifted a hand to her cheek, softly caressing it as she tilted her head to his hand; he knew he had her then. Letting his hand slid down to her breast, he held it in his hand, gently weighing it, watching her as she arched her back and lifted up to him. Bringing up his other hand, he unbuttoned a button on her shirt and then another, slowly separating the two edges, baring the deep cleavage of her breasts to him.
"Your break, sweetness" he spoke softly.
Snapping her head up, she looked up at him, for a moment confused. She hurriedly reached up to re-button her shirt.
