It was a trick

As you shoot, he grabs you, but not where you'd expect - he slams two fingers inside of your pussy. The sudden invasion jars you, but your miss turns good as although you miss your target, the ball does manage to spin and hit the 3, which glances off of the 5 and goes in.

"I'm sure what's what you were aiming for." He smiles. You frown as you assess the situation - the only easy shots will leave your backside towards the bar, and you're fairly certain he'll just let you shoot as you imagine the gazes of the bar's customers on your bare ass. It's either letting the bar see you or giving him another chance to throw you off.

You decide, what the hell, you came here to tease so you move to the other side of the table. With the corner you're at, you're really close to the bar, and the barkeep will have best view, although everyone's going to see something, as you lean in for the shot. The white ball is farther away then you thought, and you have to go in really far to get it.

It's then that you feel a slight giving motion in your dress, and you stand up. Apparently, your dress got caught against the table and another button got undone, leaving your dress with just one button done, and now the v split is down to your navel. If you had to be careful before, now you had to pretty much move like a cripple to keep the dress from flying open, and if you take that shot you might lose your last button as well.

With a sigh, and having shown the rest of the bar an excellent view of your backside already, you move to take another shot, and miss it, not getting enough on it due to your moving carefully. As Mark moves to take his shot, you know you only have one play left if you're going to win. You move back into his field of view as he's lining it up, and you lean the cue into yourself, your hands moving idly to the last button, pretending to get ready to undo it.

He stops, and you keep your hands there. Mark grins wolfishly, and you move your hands to the button and pull it out, although you keep your dress together - if you let go of it, it'll fly apart and he'll see your entire front obstructed by only your bra. That get his attention, and he misses his shot to the left.

You giggle, and redo the last button, but once again you've raised the stakes. You line up to take another shot quickly, but he's determined to make you take your time, and he grabs your cue.

"I have to make sure you aim it right." You can't shoot with his grip on your cue, and he moves one hand to your shoulder. "Like this..." His other hand leaves your cue, but you already know what his intent is and you try to shake him off. As you do so, the motion moves one strap down your arm, and your elbow flies up to catch it, but he holds you down.

"Don't struggle. Just relax." His other hand is moving your other dress strap, and if you let him keep going, he's going to get the other one down as well. On the other hand, he seemed to only do it when you struggled...maybe if you relax he'll let you off the hook.

As you feel him draw closer into you again, you decide on what to do...