Leanne wins

Leanne had had enough of waiting for John to make a mistake. If her being almost completely naked didn't put him off then she'd have to take matters into her own hands. An idea she took quite literally.

"Ooh, John!" she cooed as she took a handful of his swollen cock through his pants. "I don't think you need a cue with this down your pants! It feels so big and hard!"

Unsurprisingly John skewed his shot and sent the white skidding across the table and the young woman into a fit of happy clapping.

"Whoo! One ball less for me," she cried gleefully. "Which means I'm on the black too. Ooh, I can win now! Wouldn't that be great?"

John watched Leanne's arse wiggle back and forth in just her pink lacy panties. His erection growing ever harder with the sensation of her grip still fresh on his member. He could feel that he was about to lose, but from this angle he really didn't mind.

Leanne took her shot and potted the black to win the game. Her overconfidence almost got the better of her as it bounced around the jaws of the pocket before dropping in the hole to give the young woman victory.

"Congratulations," smiled the pub landlord as he admired the winner's hot, near naked body.

"I hope you're ready to have some fun, John-boy?" Leanne giggled, unable to hide her delight as she turned to face the loser. "It's forfeit time! And you have to do whatever I say!"