As expected, but you play more...in more ways then one

Although you manage to sink two more balls before missing, and he only sinks two before handing the shot back to you, it's clear in his manner and how he shoots that he's 'letting' you get more shots in, and he wins the match while you still have two more balls up.

"Close game." he says, and you chug the rest of you drink down. "Again?"

"Sure." you reply as you put the glass down a little too hard.

"Barkeep! Another for the lady!" he shouts, and you can't reply fast enough to shout him down. You start to say no, that's okay, but as you do so, Tyler walks past you to the restroom, whispering as he walks by you casually.

"Any drink bought for you...even the ones you don't take."

You sigh, knowing these guys aren't smart enough to get someone else in on their game or they would've had your dress fully unbuttoned already - they're smart, but not subtle, as you decide to undo one on the bottom this time, leaving your thong exposed with any movement of your legs from the front. With a devilish grin, you decide you'll take advantage of that in your next game.

The drink is bought to you, and Mark starts off the next game after setting up the table again. He breaks, and manages to sink one striped and one solid.

"Looks like I have my choice..." he replies, and as he stalks around the table, you get off the stool and do so as well, except opposite him. As he's about to shoot, you hop onto the edge of the table, hugging the cue against you as you push the butt end of it against the floor.

"You're not supposed to sit on the table..."

"Oh." you reply, hopping off and leaning on it. "Sorry...I'm just a little tipsy right now." You continue to lean to your right as he shoots, and right when he's about to fire your shoulder strap slips off and down your arm, and you quickly move to grab it as the entire right side of your chest is exposed briefly as you pull it back up..

"Oops." you giggle, as you see he's managed to miss the shot. He stands up, and while he's a bit angry, you can see he's smiling as well. With a start, you move to take your shot - this time your rear is facing the bar, and they're getting a great view of your ass, as you pulled your dress a bit too high when you reset your strap.

You manage to sink 3 solids, and he goes to take his shot. He manages to sink one before you get into position, and you can't do anything other then get into his view - it'll take more then just seeing a pretty lady to get him to miss now, and he's taking his shots quicker to avoid getting distracted by you.

Inspiration strikes - you see a shot on the 12 that he'll have to take eventually, and you carelessly move your stool right behind that pocket, right against the wall. You hop onto it, and wait.

Eventually, after sinking 2 more shots, he comes to the 12. As he aims, you lean back against the wall, and he stops as you move your hand down to your thighs. You're not wanton enough to masturbate in the bar, but you rub idly up and down it, getting closer and closer to your thong.

"Well. Are you going to shoot?"

Mark seems to consider this for a moment - he's good but he's not that good, as your hand moves from one leg to the other. "Let's up the stakes on this a bit - we're not playing for enough. I usually play for $100 a game."

"I don't have any money on me." A lie, but not as much of one as he might figure - you definitely don't have that kind of cash on you.

"I'm sure you could think of something else to offer...." He leers at the v shape the front of your dress is forming, and your legs spread wide on the stool.

"Okay." You respond, the heat building in you overriding the better part of your judgment. You hop off the stool to take another sip of you drink as he shoots, and you hear your phone buzzing in your purse.

You go to check the message, and it's from the boys - with an audacious idea of what to offer as collateral. You simply gape at it for a second, not knowing if you can go through with what they have in mind, but with no other viable alternatives, you decide to go with that if you can win the game.

"Your shot." Mark's managed to sink the 12 and one more, leaving him up by two balls.

With another big gulp of your drink, you manage to move with confidence and speed towards your shots, ignoring how much your dress is swishing on your body as you do so - if you can keep your straps on, the dress won't fall off, and you're trying not to care about what the rest of the bar patrons are seeing right now.

You bend down to shoot, trying to concentrate on sinking your 3 remaining balls and the eight. You make two fairly easy shots, but unfortunately your leave isn't great, and you miss a long bank shot, barely managing to avoid a scratch.

From what you've seen, Mark's a good enough player to make his remaining balls, so you try to move into position to tease. He's smart, though, and manges to make two more before you can get into position, but his last remaining ball requires more time to aim.

With a start you move, intending to have one of your straps 'accidentally' fall off again, but as you're about to move, you hear Robbie's voice behind you.

"Excuse me, do you have the time?"

'You son of a bitch.' You think. Clearly, the bar can see what you have on and a watch isn't among it. "I'm not wearing a watch." you reply.

"I can see that. Just wondering if you had a phone or something...."

You move to tell him to get lost, but it's too late - Mark's made his shot, and now he has only the 8 ball remaining, and Robbie smiles.

"Oops. Never mind, I can see the clock."

With a start, you cast a glance towards the restrooms, and you can see a clock right above the sign. 'Damnit.' you think. You don't have much time now, and you need to do something drastic to get him to miss, so you decide on another tactic, and move close to him, so you're in his peripheral vision instead of his direct vision. You lean the cue against the bar, and bend over to 'redo' a strap on your standal.

You're very flexible, and your thong-covered ass is exposed to him as the dress slides up your back. He shots, and while he manages to avoid a scratch, he misses his shot, and he turns to you.

"Don't miss." he says icily. You know that won't work again, and you make your last ball, and now only the 8 ball is remaining. It's at the middle of the table, but you know if you just try to angle it into the middle pocket, you'll scratch. You take another aim, and try a bank shot instead.

The white ball runs into the 8 ball, bouncing harmlessly away as the 8 goes off of the railing, and shoots into the middle pocket next to you.

For his part, Mark takes a hundred bucks out of his pocket, handing it to you. "Deal's a deal. Want to play again?"

You see that you've gotten him fired up, in more ways then one, as your glance idles on his midsection a little too long as you reply....