Elfridge has a deal

Elfridge: "Not so fast, I got a deal for you. You see those guys overthere?" He points to a posse of elves in the corner. You nod your head. Elfridge continues, "They owe me some money, I'm going to challenge them to a game of pool, if you can help me distract them, I'll put in a good word with Ruffus. Does that sound like a deal?" You look over at the elves. They are 3 burley characters with thick arms, thicker beards and tattoos all over their bodies. Not the type you'd like to piss off.

You: "I'll do it, but there better not be a catch?"

Elfridge: "We'll they've dodge me before. I'll be wagering a turn with that sweet little mouth of yours on the game so you better distract them."

You: "Excuse me," you protest but before you can continue you see Elfridge is already marching over to the group.

Elfridge: "Hey guys," he says in a friendly tone, but they pay him no mind. "You see that girl? The slutty one by the bar?" He points to you. They stop talking and all three turn to look at you. You can tell by their staring that they agree with him. He whispers to them, and they all nod insistently. They head over to the pool table and Elfridge gestures for you to come join them. You introduce yourself to the three elves. The leader, an elf named Miller, racks the balls and starts the game. Elfridge hits the first shot into a pocket but whiffs on the second. As Miller is lining up his shot you lean over the table so that he can see down your top into your pushed up cleavage. He banks the ball too far left missing the shot.

Elfridge: "Good start now let’s keep it up!” Elfridge whispers to you as he gives your ass a quick squeeze. Elfridge makes two more shots. Miller makes three tying the game. As he's lining up his fourth shot you get ****. You mumble sorry babe, thinking of your boyfriend back in your apartment, probably worried sick about you. You sit your ass on the edge of the table letting your skirt ride up in the back. He can clearly see you are not wearing any panties. Miller groans as his shot misses the hole.

Miller: "Hey! No fair! The bitch got in the way." Miller shouts begrudgingly. All three turn to look at you.

Elfridge: "Fine, fine," Elfridge nods and gestures for Miller to take another shot. Miller makes a ball and the next one and the one after that. He's way in the lead. He is only 2 away from winning. Elfridge works to catch up but still has 4 balls on the table. He misses a shot and grumbles to himself. The two other elves stride up next to you. One of them whispers that you are about to get to know them a lot better. You look terrified at the table trying to think of a way to distract Miller. You look over and see a glass has fallen off a table, as Miller is lining up his shot you part your legs and bend over. He gets a full view of your exposed slit. The cold bar air sends a shiver down your back. You hear his ball banking around the table as he misses. He's too far away to see your face but you know he is angry. Miller turns and gives you a look of disgust. Elfridge seizes the opportunity taking two more balls and tying the game. Miller's friends start to complain. Miller suggest that to stop you from being a distraction you should take Elfridge's next shot. You pick up the cue and line up your first shot. You bend over the table attempting to get the right angle.