Strip pool

"What did you have in mind?" asked Leanne a little nervously.

"How about if you miss a shot," began John slowly, barely able to contain his excitement at the plan he was scheming. "You take some clothes off."

Leanne didn't like the sound of this. She knew she wasn't that good at pool, and there was a chance John played regularly. She was also dressed for action tonight having arrived with the intention of giving Joe a night to remember, so it wouldn't take long before she was down to her sexy underwear. "And what about if you miss?"

"I'll take something off too obviously," he answered with a sleazy smile.

"Ha! I think you're getting more out of this than I am," replied Leanne as she started to enjoy herself with the negotiations.

"Okay then," responded John thoughtfully. "How about this... If I miss then you can get rid of one of your balls."

"Hmm... Now we're getting somewhere." grinned Leanne. "And what happens when I win?"

"Ha ha! You're confident all of a sudden." John watched as Leanne flirted with her cue, realising that the balance of power was shifting. "How about the loser has to do a forfeit? Winner's choice."

"I like the sound of that," replied Leanne as an excited smile beamed across her face. "You've got yourself a deal, John-boy. I hope you're ready for some fun!"

"I'm definitely ready for that," answered John who was barely able to contain his own enthusiasm. "And I believe it's my shot."

Leanne stepped back to watch as the pub owner lined up his cue. She held her breath and gave a little gesture of disappointment as she saw the ball disappear into the pocket.

"Your shot," announced John. "There's no second turn for potting in this game."

Leanne carefully walked up to the table and observed the balls. "I guess I'm stripes then." After taking her time she selected her ball and aimed her cue. Concentrating as hard as she could Leanne sent the cue ball towards her ball and stared on breathlessly as it rolled slowly towards the pocket, before bouncing off the cushion and into the pocket. "Yes!" exclaimed Leanne with a sigh of relief. "Your turn, Johnny. Don't hold back just because you're playing a girl."

"Don't worry," replied John as he took his own turn. "I'll give you everything I've got." The landlord effortlessly played his shot and knocked his ball into the middle pocket. It all seemed so easy for him and Leanne knew she'd have to play the best game of her life to get out of there even half dressed. She was trying not to even think about what forfeit he had in mind for her if he won.