6

It wasn’t a hard decision. You had come to get Cindy. You had been tricked into giving her a chance to not only escape, but be able to claim you as her prize even if she later lost to Larry or Anne. Furthermore, she wasn’t even showing her underwear like you and Mitch. You took aim at the green ball near the side pocket. Once you sank the 6 ball, Cindy would have to show either her tits or ass. It would also be a distraction for Mitch.

You felt the cue stick catch between your thumb and forefinger just before it hit the white ball. You miscued. The ball hit the 6 ball but not as the cut shot you had been trying for. Instead of dropping into the pocket, it hit the far side of the pocket and rolled back out towards the center of the table. It got worse as the cue ball continued down the rail. When it stopped, it was aligned with the three ball.

Cindy had no problem knocking the red ball into the corner pocket, You grimaced. In less than thirty seconds, things had changed from you having the advantage and Cindy being exposed to having to choose whether to show your tits or ass, You sighed and took a healthy pull on your beer. You sighed again and hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your panties. If Mitch had been shooting, you might have chosen to take off your bra, mostly as a distraction. And you didn’t want to give Cindy the satisfaction of the symbolic victory of “winning” your bra.

It took only a slight tug to send you panties sliding down your legs to the floor. Stepping out of them meant you had to spread your legs. You spread your legs even more to make sure you did fall over as you bent over to pick them up.

“HEY!” you called out as you straightened up. A quick sharp tug in the middle of your back unhooked your bra. The loose end was pulled on hard. It spun you around. You dropped your panties to keep your bra from pulling away from your boobs. Cindy merely pointed to the table. The yellow ball was no longer in the corner. Only the four ball remained.

Scowling, you let the blonde have the bra and bent over to pick up your panties. Both Bill and JIm got a good view of your bare boobs as you did. Their smiles got bigger as Cindy slapped your ass and started them bouncing. There were still jiggling as you tossed your panties onto the stack of discarded clothing. You turned your attention back to the game in time to see the fifteen ball disappear into the corner pocket.

Mitch nervously reached for the waistband of his shorts. He seemed even more nervous as he started to pull them down. Only when he moved to add his shorts to the pile of discarded clothing did you and Cindy get a good look. Cindy giggled at what she saw. If you hadn’t been on the verge of losing it all, you would have giggled as well.

Like you, Mitch was naked (except for shoes and socks). It wasn’t the smallest cock you had ever seen. However, it was sticking straight out. Unlike the other small cocks you saw, this one wasn’t going to get any bigger. But what had started Cindy giggling was the fact that it wasn’t surrounded by smooth skin, not pubic hair. It wasn’t your style, but you had heard of women who shaved their loins, but you had never of a guy doing it. Cindy was still giggling as she took aim at the thirteen ball. Although she hit the oranged striped ball, it spun against the rail rather than skidding along it towards a pocket.

“Let’s see what you can do with that stick.” Cindy called out as Mitch approached the table. Mitch’s cheeks reddened even more. He took aim at the 4-10. He hit more of the four than the ten. Your ball ended up uncomfortably close to the corner pocket.

It was your turn. You circled the table, but it didn’t look good. The easiest shot was on the four. If you went after the fifteen, either it or the cue would hit your four. Most likely it would knock the four into the pocket. Going after ten on the other side was likely to produce the same results. The six was blocked by the ten. That left only the seven and the fourteen at the other end of the table. You decided to go after the seven only because Cindy had more balls on the table than Mitch.

In order to reach the cue to shoot the seven, you had to stand on your tippy toes. You raised your right leg so that your knee rested on the rail. You bent over so that your tits were touching the table. You lined up the shot.

“Like how she spread for you?” Cindy asked. Your cheeks flushed as Bill and Jim voiced their approval. You felt an odd breeze penetrate between your legs just as you started to take the shot. You gasped as it caught the sensitive skin now exposed by the way you stood. You jerked the cue. The white ball headed towards the fourteen instead of the seven. You were surprised when the cue ball actually made contact with the other ball.The green striped ball rolled towards the pocket but did not fall in. It left Cindy with a gimme. She was all smiles as she looked things over.

“And we have a winner!” Pete called out three shots later as the four dropped into the corner pocket leaving only the six, seven, and ten on the table,

“So what are you going to have them do?” Bill asked. Cindy looked the two of you over and grinned.