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The ball was a bright red. It has a black three on it. Cindy held a dark green ball with the number four on it. You didn’t need to see the number on the black ball Mitch held; it was the eight ball. As the last to shoot, Mitch got to rack the balls. He reached down and pulled out a plastic triangle from the slot in the end of the table. He dropped his in the middle. You tossed your ball to him and pulled the other balls out of the pocket. Once it was empty, you worked your way down the side of the table, emptying the pockets and sending the balls to Mitch.

Cindy worked the two pockets on the other side of the table that Mitch couldn’t reach. She took one of the cue sticks from the rack on the wall and rolled it on the table. It wobbled quite a bit. The blonde sighed and began to chalk the tip. You grabbed one of the cue sticks from the rack on the wall that didn’t look too crooked.

As you did, Mitch rolled the triangle with the balls in it to the mark at one end of the table. He tapped the ball closest to you with the cue ball and rolled the white sphere towards you. He lifted the plastic triangle up and slid it back into its slot. There was a solid yellow ball at the point of the triangle pointed towards you.

You set the cue ball on the mark on the table at your end. Grabbing the cue in both hands, you lined it up the cue ball and yellow one ball. You pulled the cue back and used it to hit the cue ball as hard as you could. Balls scattered as the cue ball hit the number 1 ball. When everything ground to a stop, you groaned. Every ball was still on the table.

Cindy lined up the 15 ball. Somehow the cue ball slid between it and the rail. The cue ball ended up at the edge of the corner pocket. Mitch didn’t have much of a shot. The nine ball in the middle of the table was the obvious choice. He couldn’t quite cut it enough to put it in the side pocket. It hit the rail and bounced off. It didn’t go far before hitting the 5 ball. The orange ball rolled about halfway towards the other side pocket before stopping.

After a quick scan, you took aim at the 13 ball. You shot way too soft. You barely nicked the ball. It wobbled, but didn’t move. The cue ball simply stuck there. Cindy sent both balls flying about the table. Although both hit several balls, nothing ended up in a pocket. Cindy groaned as the cue ball lined up with the 9 ball.

Mitch had no problem making the easy shot. The cheerleader looked at you. With a sigh, you reached into your pocket and pulled out Cindy’s bra. She grabbed it from your hand and tossed it onto a nearby table before you could reconsider. It was your turn to groan as Mitch sent the cue ball into the 5 ball. The orange sphere hit both side bumpers before it dropped into the netting. A smile appeared on Mitch’s face. While not expressly stated, it was understood that accessories and secondary items like shoes were not proper forfeits. You tugged the hem of your shirt free.

As you set it on the table with Cindy’s bra, you noticed three more sets of watching you. They might not have noticed Cindy’s bra, but they couldn’t miss you taking off your top. Smiles appeared on their faces as they realized what was going on. You felt rather uncomfortable about stripping in front of the guys. At the same time you felt your heart beat faster in anticipation of showing them your wares.

You tried to put it out of your mind as Mitch indicated that it was your shot. Although there was a fairly easy shot on the 8 ball, you took aim at the 12 ball. You grimaced as the 12 hit the 2 ball. Both balls headed to the corner pocket. You were a little miffed when Cindy went after your ball first…especially since she almost ruined her chance to sink Mitch’s ball. Although Pete stayed behind the bar, both Jim and Bill closed in on the game as you slid out of your pants.

After taking off his shirt, Mitch returned the favor by sinking the eight ball. Cindy reached up under her skirt. She made sure to give Mitch a god view of her tight ass as she slid her panties down her legs. The smile on Pete’s face as he handed you another beer indicated that he had seen the show as well.

You took a long drink from the bottle as Mitch lined up a shot on the 4 ball. It wasn’t an easy shot, but certainly a makeable one. If he made it, you would have to put your tits or as on display. You gagged. The drink burned as it went down. You turned to glare at Jim as he let out a whoop. It was matched by one from Bill as Cindy momentarily flipped up her short skirt giving him a quick peek at her bare bush.

“SHIT!” Mitch called out. Whether it was your coughing or the yells from Jim and Bill, Mitch sent the cue ball to the pocket side of the 4 ball. Your ball rolled along the rail and came to rest against the 10.

With no obvious shot, you decided to see if you could get lucky. You aimed for a group of balls in the middle. While you didn’t sink any of them, you moved several closer to pockets. Cindy had no problem putting the 11 ball in the side pocket. Topless, Mitch unzipped his jeans. Concentrating more on the way his tight pants created a bulge in his briefs than the shot, Cindy missed a shot that she probably should have made. Still, it moved the 15 to a place that it should be an easy shot when you got a chance. Mitch cursed as he miss hit the cue ball. The white ball went off at an angle rather than in the direction he was aiming. You winced as it caught enough of the 1 ball to send it rolling to the corner pocket.

You paused a moment to look over the table. Of the nine balls still in play, three were easy shots. The 1 ball was a sitting duck in the corner pocket. It was the closest to the cue ball. There was no way to miss it. The 6 was near the side pocket. It was a cut shot, but the ball was close enough that a slight tap on the side would send it home. The 15 ball was a straight shot, but there was a lot of green between it and the cue ball.

Player/balls on table

Pat/1 3 4

Cindy/6 7 10

Mitch/13 14 15