Rack 'Em Up

One of the two players stood aside and the other racked up the balls for their first game. Connors took a closer look at the man - 6ft3" clearly worked out a lot. He had short cropped black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His jeans were skintight and worn over harness boots. His white t-shirt was plastered over his chest revealing his musculature. As Connors looked at him, he tossed a coin "Heads or tails, officer?"

"Heads" The man revealed the coin "Heads it is. You have the choice."

Connors grinned "I'll break". Years of experience on pool tables made Connors confident. He took position with his cue and sighted along it. He looked up at the other man. "You forgot to tell me how much we're playing for." The man grinned "£1000",

Connors nodded and without looking back at the table took his first shot. The white ball slammed into the triangle of other balls and split them up, 2 striped balls going down pockets. His opponent raised an eyebrow. "Lucky start."

Connors laughed "Not lucky." In short order, Connors sank 3 more balls. He then found himself stuck so played a tactical shot, leaving the white ball hidden behind two striped balls.

The other man slowly chalked up his cue and walked around the table. He crouched down to look at the table. "Hmm tricky shot." Finally, he settled into position and took his shot. Somehow, he made the white ball curve around the 2 striped balls and sink one of the solids. From that point there was no stopping him and soon Connors was watching him sight up on the 8 ball. He looked up at Connors and grinned and without looking back at the table took the shot. The 8 ball slammed into the opposite pocket.

Connors grimaced. "OK, you win. Set them up again. So what was the forfeit?"

The man grinned. "We'll start with something simple I think. Swap your shirt."

"Swap my shirt?" Connors looked at the man's white T-shirt and shrugged. "Sure." He stripped off his white uniform shirt and tie and held it out to the other man. The man held his hand up. "No, not with me - with him." He pointed past Connors. Connors turned around to see a man stood behind him. He was wearing nothing but leather - boots, jeans, cap, and chest harness. without speaking, he unstrapped the chest harness and held it out to Connors.

Connors turned back to his opponent "Woah, I'm not into this shit."

The man looked back curiously "You didn't ask beforehand did you? I hope that you won't go back on your word, officer?"

Connors shifted his feet nervously. "Dammit." He stripped off his uniform shirt & handed it to the other man who started to pull it on, his muscles stretching the cloth. He then shrugged the chest harness on and turned around with it loosely in place, feeling vaguely ridiculous. His opponent laughed "Come now, make an effort." Before Connors could stop him, he tightened the straps making the leather creak and groan. Connors chest now looked huge as it was enhanced by the harness. "Much better - but still not quite done." He added padlocks to every strap and locked them in place.

"What the fuck?"

"Now, now Officer - it's all part of the costume. So, next round -- your break, I believe?"