The pool table

Leanne gave Joe's cock one last stroke, sliding her hand across the swollen bulge in his pants as she left. She was hoping that would be enough to take his attention off Lucy and onto her. She made sure her arse wiggled even more than usual as she sauntered seductively away.

She stopped at the pool table and lent against it with her back facing the bar. After pausing briefly she glanced over her shoulder as casually as she could. However Joe's attention, and his erection, were still both firmly aimed at Lucy.

Leanne grabbed a nearby cue in annoyance and started running it through her hands trying to decide what to do next. Listening to Burt groaning while Kirsty sucked his fat dick wasn't helping her frustration and she needed to do something soon. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice anyone approaching until he was right next to her.

"So you're Leanne, huh?" asked John, the owner of the pub. "I can see why the guys like you so much." John was looking Leanne up and down without trying to hide it too much, checking out her arse as she lent against the pool table.

John wasn't quite as old as her three old friends, at a guess Leanne figured he was probably in his late sixties. He was tall and kind of heavyset with powerful looking hands. He was a little sleazy but no worse than any of the other guys who had been in the pub.

"You look like you know what you're doing with the balls. Fancy a quickie?" Leanne was flabbergasted at John's informality. She was about to burst into a flurry of expletives but backed out of it when she realised John meant the pool table.

"Sure. Why not," she replied thinking it would at least take her mind off Joe and Lucy.

Leanne watched as John set up the balls, not realising that she was absentmindedly stroking the cue in a very suggestive manner. She looked across the pub to see Kirsty sliding out of her jeans and sticking her arse into Burt's face. The old man was quick to grab his young lover and go down on her, burying his face in her panties.

"I think that's hard enough already," announced John as he gestured towards the cue Leanne was teasing. "Make sure you don't forget about the balls too!"

"Shall I break?" asked Leanne as she stepped up to the table, doing her best to ignore the barman's crass comments. The young woman lined up her shot and took aim at the collection of pool balls at the other end of the table. With a loud crack the cue ball crashed into the others, sending them scattering around the table. Leanne was quite impressed with her break. By her standards it was pretty good. Unfortunately for her, her standards were low. John looked on thoughtfully.

"What do you say we make this more interesting?"