A game of Pool

[intriguess]

It started out simple enough, a night out with the girls. They said I needed to get out more. I dressed in a thin black sleeveless top. It was so thin that it showed that the black bra I wore underneath had open nipples. Usually I wouldn't wear it but figured in a dark misty bar/club no one would notice. It wasn't as if my nipples got hard at slightest provocation. Even when I was in bath it took quite a bit of playing to get them to respond. It was a cool evening though and I slide on my purple pleather pants (yes I do have this outfit) and black square heels that were comfy and gave me the extra height nature hadn't.

I glanced in mirror and put gloss on my full rosey lips, cleaned my glasses and made sure I had cash in my wallet before putting it in my pocket.

We all drove together the three of us. I felt odd at first, then spotted the pool tables and had just put my quarters in when

a male voice slide along my neck and said, "Mind if I play?"

What started out as one simply game of pool turned into more. Neither of us bet money but to make it interesting offered to buy the other a drink if they won.

 

[Guest]

Ordinarily I would have avoided it like the plague. Four women drinking and playing pool, but this time there was something about the one in the purple pants and the black top. I couldn't put my finger on it but she looked like someone I should get to know. I walked over and asked she minded if I played. When she she yes I said we should play for something and her friends suggested a drink. I lost the first game on a completely lucky shot, but nevertheless paid up and bought a round for all four women. I said you have to give me a chance at a second game.

 

[intriguess]

Mackenzie

"How about we make it even. One of us against you for the next game?" We all smile and I take a drink of my rum and coke. "I'll go first," I don't know what was going on, I felt bold as I leaned across table and said, "I'll even let you break."

"Come on bust his balls," one of my friends called out.

 

[Guest]

After I break and sink two balls, I miss and it is your turn. I watch as you study all the angles and then lean forward over the table, mostly facing me. I watch the way you hold the cue, with it under your right breast. You draw the cue back several times before taking your shot, each time rubbing the underside of your breast. I notice how thin the material of your top is, your bra beneath it almost visible. Is the bra open at the nipples, I can't tell. You take your shot and make it. Your friends cheer and you move to the next shot. This time you come to the side of the table where I am and bend forward in front of me, your ass inches from me. I notice how tight your purple pants are and guess there can't be anything under them. You make yet another shot and it is clear you understand this game. Having had a couple drinks before the games started I decide it is time to distract you a bit, lest I lose again. So as you lean forward to take your next shot, I run the handle of my cue up the inside of your leg, starting at your knee and stopping just below your pussy.

 

[intriguess]

Mac

It's a power trip to tease you and I once again wonder why I dressed so sluttily, my thong providing more distraction than anything until I feel you run your cue stick up my leg. I smile and shift back and forth lining up the shot, adjusting to your teasing before I sink another ball. I glance back at you with a grin, "Care to increase the stakes?"

 

[Guest]

The reaction to my attempt at distraction was not what I expected. Not only did you make the shot, but you seemed to enjoy the feeling of the hard cue stick on your innner thigh, you seemd to even sway into the stick as you made your shot. You ask me if I want to increase the stakes and your friends voice their encouragement. I certainly cannot back down from this obvious challenge. When I don't respond right away you come over even closer to me, I can feel the heat of your body. As I lean against my cue you put your right hand on my cue and repeat your challenge. I can feel the room getting warmer as I reach for my drink. "Sure, let's play for something really interesting."

OOC:
I wonder whether any of your friends watching us play will join us???

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor AKA "Minnesota Fats"

OOC: if more players join, I'll pick up my stick (oops) and play a game...otherwise I'll just watch from my stool.........Psst "unregistered", why not register and join the club so we can E-mail/PM you if we need to without breaking the thread?

IC: Thor - also known in the locale as "Minnesota Fats" was in the shadows....watching the game....all of the games the two were playing...........

 

[intriguess]

well unregistered this wasn't intended that way, and as no one volunteered to play them don't expect this to turn into one guy and four girls. It wasn't what I wanted and sort of killed my personal interest.

but Thor I have had an offer of someone to entertain you and I welcome your involvement.

 

[Guest]

Sorry. Didn't intend to go in the wrong direction.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

Darva leaned one elbow back against the bar, adjusting her mint colored halter top so it would pull more flatteringly over her curves. Self consciously, she ran her dark emerald nails thorough closely cropped spiky blonde hair, highlighted with a touch of silver that gave her a more feminine look just this side of punk. She knew it suited her personality, and reveled in being different.

She kept an eye on Mac’s game, her other two friend’s having already wandered off somewhere. She was left a spectator...and not for the first time. Being the youngest of their foursome, and the only one not “legal” at twenty, she felt that she didn’t really belong sometimes.

Fiddling with the zipper of the leather cue case slung over her shoulder, she let out a playful wolf whistle as Mac pocketed her second ball in a row. Scanning the other tables, Darva noted most participants were either obviously amateurs or amateurs with good enough luck to cover up a horrendous performance. Typical bar scene.

Billiards had been a passion of hers in highschool, and the ‘real world’ had left her pool skills a little rusty, but the cue still felt undeniably natural under her firm bridge. Tonight she was up for a challenge. A challenge of wits, perhaps, or something not as tame as merely proving herself the superior mistress of the felt.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor (AKA Minnesota)

...from the shadows, the game seemed tame. The young women had all wandered off while their friend seemed to be toying with the man at the table. I scanned the room and noticed one of the quad...an almost punky look, and rather young. What really caught my eye was the leather case she had slung over her shoulder. 'Surely she is way too young to be a player..., ' I mused.....'yet......she seems into the game.'

Slipping off the stool, I wandered toward the bar. Red, an old buddy from long ago was tending. As I approached, he set my usual drink on the bar.....a lime and soda water. One of the lessons that I learned long ago was never to mix alchohol with the 'game.'

I leaned back and watched the game.....sipping slowly. Deciding that perhaps I might enjoy a bit of a challenge, I turned to the young woman and smiled...."I am Thor, a regular in this den of iniquity. I see you are chafing at the bit to play. May I offer you a friendly game? Of course, no betting - I never play for money." Biting my tongue to hold back a smile, I waited for her answer.........

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

I continued to keep up my half-hearted charades, interjecting applause and suggestive comments edging on my friend and her opposition at appropriate moments. Swiping a perfect cube of chalk from the table, I tossed it from hand to hand to keep my boredom to a minimal.

A rough voice surprised me, as I turned to encounter what I considered to be a real challenge. He had hardened look of someone accustomed to making the calls, exactly the type I enjoyed amusing myself with the tipping of the high pedestals on which they placed themselves.

“Your offer is much appreciated, kind sir, but I do so regret to inform you that showing such a weakness for the opposite sex...such as presuming I wouldn’t and couldn’t have the nerve to play such a master of the game as yourself for monetary award...was your first mistake. Overestimation of yourself or underestimation of an opponent is a dangerous game to play.”

I allowed myself a wily smile, the pale green irises of my eyes dancing spitefully as I savored the look he gave me in response to my quite unexpectedly verbose reply.

“But if you think you could handle it, I’d love to...”

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

....with a half bow - worthy of my Germanic ancestors, I replied, "I never underestimate a an opponent. I have been beaten by the best of them." With a self-deprecating smile, I moitioned her toward the center table....the one that was never used, except by me.

'This evening might be more interesting than I expected. The locals shy away from me so I am reduced to hustling tourists and wannabe's.' "Perhaps we can settle on a wager that will, at least for the first game, not be financial. Let me see...how about a drink for you and your friends if I lose....and one for me if I happen to prevail?" As I waited for her reply, I was both amused and irritated by her comments. It was obvious that she was not an amateur. However, I - who had played the great Willie Hoppe - was far beyond her limited skill level - or so I thought.

"Is that wager acceptable, or would you propose something else?"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

"Ah ha, another one who enjoys being the center of attention."

I smiled as he led me to the middle of the room, talking himself down for my benefit. He knew how to play the mind game end of billiards alright, and if I hadn't been reduced to using them once and awhile myself, his rich voice could have easily lured me into the realms of overconfidence.

"Don't you think that's demeaning to both of our obviously blatant talents, risking it all on but a drink? But then again, considering it's our first game, I'll gladly agree."

Consenting to his inquery if a warm up game of 8-ball would be acceptable, I lowered my case to the ground. Unzipping it, I removed the two halves wrought of dark ebony with mother of pearl inlay, twirling together the threaded brass with a flick of my wrist, as he racked the balls on the foot spot of the green & leather table.

 

[CiscoAncon]

Cisco

It was a typical night for me ... work sucked .. life sucked ... all I could think about was going to the bar and playing some pool. I walked in and spied the couple playing pool. I went to the bar and ordered my usual rum and coke and asked the bartender what was up at the table. I didn't want to interfere if a couple was playing. It was rude to jump in. The bartender informed me that the chick at the table came in with a group and the guy she was playing with was someone that got their before me. With that in hand, my spirit of competition adequately tweeked. I walked up and layed the quarters down on the next slot.

I look at the girl and ask/state "I've got next game, okay?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

as I racked the balls, I examined my opponent. Her deftmess with her personal cue stick spoke volumes. I stood straight and picked - apparently randomly - a stick from the rack on the wall. This one, of course, was off limits to anyone but me. My friend behind the bar saw to that. "The first game for drinks, the next - we will see." With that, I walked around to the head of the table and twirled chalk on the end of my cue stick. "Would you do me the honor of breaking? My old school manners are my curse."

'Unless she was very good, breaking was no advantage.'

 

[intriguess]

(not sure which table cisco is playing at)

IC

I glance over noticing one friend go off to get a drink and come back with someone willing to play. I almost felt sorry for him as my other two friends decided they wanted to dance and I was faced with this guy, who was obviously trying to distract me.

(not sure if unregistered is still floating aroun either so leaving space for him to respond)

I sink one more making it four, before missing.

 

[hotforpolitics]

"Your friends seem to be abandoning you, but we still haven't decide what we should play for." I say as she continues to run the table. I am trying to decide if I am getting hustled...at pool.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

"My old school manners are my curse."

I smiled as he said that, rubbing the talc into the groove between my left index and middle fingers, brushing the excess off on my snugly cut white capris. Admiring the stick he pulled from the racks, similar to my own in it's delicate craftsmanship, I acknowledged this was someone who could most likely rivial my own experience. Chalking my cue and walking around the table, I bent over with a lithe movement obtained only from performing this same action many times before. Cocking my head as I pulled back on the beautifully lacquered stick, I looked playfully at where he was leaning nonchalantly on the edge of another table.

"A curse? Not at all...I find it quite charming."

Breaking with force, I was rewarded with the satisfying clunk of the four landing squarely in the side pocket. Moving only a couple steps to my left, I got in an easy shot down the rail to sink the seven, giving the cue ball enough of a top spin to follow the object ball. The positioning was slightly off, but I was able to get in enough of an angle so the five fell neatly into the opposite side pocket instead of catching on the corner of the cushion.

No clean shots were left on the felt, so I settled for kissing the two gently enough on the right to position the cue ball in an awkward spot and out of line with any of the striped highs resting near by. Cracking my knuckles out of habit, I offered my opponent a grin worthy of the Cheshire Cat, adjusting the sly strap of my shirt that had worked it's way down my shoulder.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor (0-3)

....I examined the table with an almost casual air. Without looking at her I said, quietly, "You still have not told me your name. 'You' seems a bit impersonal." THere was an air of sexuality about her that was......but I was always focussed when I played the 'game.'

After studying the table for a moment more, I saw that she had left me no shot at all. I tapped the cueball, and it gently rolled against the thirteen ball, nestled between it and the rail.

"All yours." While I watched her, I twirled the chalk on the tip of my cue and waited........

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

I admired the way he handled the cue stick, his deft movements and calculated strokes almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. Trailing my hand along the wood of the table, caressing the varnished rail like I would a passionate lover, I looked up to answer his question.

"Oh it's not as catching as Thor perhaps, but the name's Darva. Of course, you can call me anything you like."

Placing my cue almost vertically against the green felt, I put hard English on the ball, sending it ricocheting off the thirteen and side cushion, and squarely pocketing the two only to be followed by the cue ball.

Turning to retrieve the cue ball, Thor was standing close behind me. Placing my hand on his chest in what seemed a very natural way, I handed over the cue ball to his awaiting fingers, leaning closer against him with a wily look.

"Stop distracting me..."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor (0-3)

As I gripped the cue ball that she proffered, I was struk, again, by her latent sexuality - bubbling just beneath the surface. I was sure that she used her sexuality as a weapon; designed to distract. I deliberately leaned my cue stick against the table, and looked at her - aware of her hand pressing on my chest. "Darva, an unusual name," I murmured, while I let the hand that had held the stick rest, lightly, on her hip. I let the tips of my fingers brush up her thigh, and then I broke the contact and retrieved my cue. "Darva, you have left me an opening, and I always sieze the chance to plug an opening."

Delighted with my what was a lame double entendre, I bent over and studied the table. I spotted the two, placed the cueball and flicked my wrist. The cue struck the fourteen, caromed to the left, hit the nine. Almost simultaneously, the nine landed in the side pocket, the fourteen in the near corner. Walking rapidly around the table, I dropped the fifteen in the side across the table. The ten and eleven followed in short order. My last shot was a bit off and I did not want to run the table just yet....anyhow. I lagged the cueball into the far left corner; directly behind the eight.

"Your shot, Darva."

(5-3 Thor)

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

OOC: Just a note about scratch shots...taken from the BCA’s {Billiards Congress of America} World Standardized Rules of Eightball...

4.16 Illegally pocketed balls
An object ball is considered to be illegally pocketed when (1) that object ball is pocketed on the same shot a foul is committed, or (2) the called ball did not go in the designated pocket, or (3) a safety is called prior to the shot. Illegally pocketed balls remain pocketed and are scored in favor of the shooter controlling that specific group of balls, solids or stripes.

His touch took me by surprise, the flutter of his shirt against my bare back soothing while at the same time highly sensual. Flustered both by the surge of anticipation his fingertips on my hip hugging pants caused and the suggestive movements, whether real or imagined, he made in regard to his cue, I turned my face away, toying with the pale green hoop of coral that dangled from my ear.

Regaining my composure, as well as the smooth rigidity and aloof manner of a veritable player, I strode up to the table, mentally calculating my next couple of moves. The eight ball blocked my shots towards the foot spot, but a light tap was all that was necessary to send my one into the corner. Eyeing the spotted two with a look of contempt, I put more force than necessary into the stroke, sending it for the second, and final, time to it’s death.

I was again getting back into the rhythm, the green six that had previously blended in with the felt, trying to look inconspicuous, I sunk into the near side pocket. The three ball, however, proved not so cooperative, as I miscued it to bounce harmlessly back off the corner of the opposite side pocket. Cursing softly under my breath, I raised my eyes to meet Thor’s, offering him another smile as I gestured to the almost cleared table with the tip of my stick.

“Do your stuff...”

(6-5 Darva)

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

I ambled casually completely around the table, studing the lay of the land. Darva' last solid - the three - lay about four inches from the side pocket. I wondered if she had botched the shot deliberately........ My twelve and thirteen were toward the end of the table; one near the center by the rail, the other a chip shot from the corner.

With a quick stroke, I dropped the fourteen; the cue ball hardly moving after striking the striper. With a smile, I flicked the cue toward the opposite end of the table. It struck the cushion and headed back at the thirteen. It barely kissed the thirteen and started the striper toward the corner. I must have misjudged , as it came to rest in front of the pocket, not in it.

"The thirteen is not lucky after all. All yours, Darva." With that, I leaned back against the adjacent table and twirled the cue; my eyes laughingly locked on hers........

(6-6 Thor..oops ties are even aren't they?)

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

Chalking quickly, I blew the excess off in a shimmery blue cloud that drifted onto the felt. I was surprised he left me such an easy shot for my three, although when I made the pocket, his ‘unlucky’ thirteen would still slightly block the eight.

The nip shot I used - short, sharp, and slightly below center - clipped the remaining ball just right, but left the cue ball in a difficult lineup. Rocking back on my heel, I appraised the shot while passing the cue stick idly from one hand to the other.

Calling the pocket just to my left, I knew it would be a long shot, but I had a chance of sinking it if the eight could be knocked out from behind the stripe. Just as I was making my final stroke, I felt Thor’s hot breath at the base of my neck. No matter how much I tried to ignore it, the sensation brought a flush to my cheeks and an unsteadiness to my bridge.

The eight ball caromed off the neighboring cushion of the intended pocket, leaving him with a couple of clean shots, exactly the opposite of my attentions.

I turned on him with a playful scold.

“Didn’t I tell you not to distract me?”

(7-6 Darva)