Cut Throat

“How about a game of pool?” Mitch suggested.

“Great!” Cindy exclaimed, “Any particular game”

“I was thinking a game of cut-throat.” He answered. Again Cindy agreed quickly.

“Wait a minute,” you interrupted, “you need three for that. Who’s the third?” Both Mitch and Cindy looked at you.

“Seems fair to me.” Pete whispered in your ear as he set another beer down on the bar next to you. You had to admit, you couldn’t turn the challenge down. After all, you had been the one who insist Mitch take a risk in order to fuck Cindy, it wouldn’t be right for you to not have to risk anything in return. Besides, the beer was making the drink Cindy gave you even more effective. You might just have to have Mitch lick your pussy as well. You pounded the beer before getting up.

Unlike most bar room pool tables, this one was not meant to make money. There was not coin slot to release the balls. All the balls were in the various pockets around the table. It had a slot in one end of the table to hold the rack. On the wall at the other end was a rack to hold the cue sticks needed to play.

“Fine!” you said. “If you sink someone’s ball you get to take a piece of clothing off them. If you scratch, each of the other players get to put one of their balls back on the table. Last one with a ball on the table gets to tell the other two what to do.” While no shark, you weren’t that bad a player. You were fairly certain that you could take them both. Even if you couldn’t, you were sure that the two of you could take Mitch out first and then settle it between the two of you.

“We’ll draw balls to see who goes first.” You approached the nearest pocket, and without looking, pulled out a ball. The other two did the same. After everyone finished, you all showed what you had.