A Bad Break

Connors watched as the balls were racked up again and tried to settle his mind into the game. As he sighted down the cue, the harness distracted him. It was so tight that every time he moved, it dug into his chest. The hairs on his chest kept catching in the buckles of the harness making him wince. Every time he started to concentrate, something about the harness seemed to put him off.

After what seemed like an eternity, he got comfortable and went to break. He gently pulled the cue back and as he pushed it forward, a hair caught in the harness and he twisted the cue making the white ball spin off to the side, missing the racked balls completely. He looked in disbelief as the white ball rolled back down the table ending up almost exactly where it had started.

"Oh, bad luck officer. My turn I believe"

Connors stepped to one side and watched with a sense of hopelessness as the other man cleared the table. With a smile he turned to face Connors. "My win again. So, let's see - what forfeit do we go for now?"

"Anything but more of this leather shit. My chest hair keeps catching in the damn harness and distracting me."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that Officer. In that case - your forfeit is to down this drink."

Connors turned to see a pint glass full of a pale creamy liquid on the table behind him. He picked it up and smelled it suspiciously. It had no scent.

"What is it?"

"It's a house special. Now be a good boy and down it -- in one, if you please."

Connors looked at the man and shrugged. "Fine." He ironically saluted the other man and started to drink. The fluid went down really easily, being much thinner and smoother than it looked. He felt a warmth as it went down and gave a little shiver as he finished the glass.

"There. Done. Now, rack them up."

The other man smiled at him and set the balls up. He could see what Connors was unaware of. As the drink entered Connors system, a faint blush of warmth started covering his body. Starting at his stomach a glow was visible like a light sunburn which spread. As it did, Connors body hair wilted and disappeared. As he stood chalking his cue his entire torso became hairless and the man knew the same was happening under Connors' trousers. The flush spread to his face and his chiselled beard disappeared followed by his eyebrows and finally his head hair. Connors seemed totally unaware. The effect was to make him look much younger and for his muscles to stand out more. The man smiled at the boyish policeman.

"Ready when you are Officer."