Playing billiard

She glided through the room, her eyes sharp like a panther's. She spotted a duo of men playing billiards, ugly, sweaty, fat . Her lips tugged up in a coy smile as she sauntered up to them. "Got room for one more?" she asked in a sultry tone, her hips swaying seductively.

“Absolutely, darling,” they murmured under their breath, not taking their eyes off her. She positioned herself above the green baize table, and knowing their gaze was firmly affixed on her curves, she arched her back and pushed out her chest, revealing an impressive amount of cleavage. She then took the cue in her slender hands and with a practiced ease but her own unique flair made an absolute mess of the play, sending the white ball into the left centre hole with a clatter. “My bad…was I supposed to aim for that one?” She spun around quickly and gave them a coy gaze as she pulled up the cue to her lips and kissed its polished tip with utmost tenderness.

The guys licked their lips in anticipation, watching her soft kiss dance across the queue. Tom, the heavier of the two stepped forward and sauntered to the billiard room door. With a smirk, he closed it slowly and grinned over at Steve. Johanna slowly reclined into a chair next to the billiard table, her eyes shining like two beacons in the darkness. "It's your turn now boys," she purred with a hint of mischief in her voice.