New rule

"I think I can handle that," replied the pub owner with a barely contained grin. "But I think we need a little rule amendment first."

"What's that?" asked Leanne as she wrapped her arm around Sue's waist and pulled her in tight.

"If either of you two miss, then you both have to remove some clothes!" John looked on, pleased with himself for his idea and eager to see where it would take him.

"So what happens when he misses?" questioned Sue turning to her friend to make she knew exactly what she'd just gotten her into.

"If he misses then we can lose a ball," answered Leanne. "And whoever loses has to do a forfeit chosen by the winner. Right?"

"Right," agreed John, grinning more and more with every second.

"And I supposed we both have to do the forfeit if we lose? What the fuck did I just agree to, Leanne?" Sue poked Leanne playfully in the ribs as her friend squeezed her arse cheek lovingly.

"Ready to play, Johnny?" smiled Leanne mischievously.

"My shot isn't it?" The owner of the pub was getting excited as he thought about the possibilities that might be coming. After taking a moment to compose himself he played his turn and sent his ball into the pocket.

"He's good," said Sue in admiration. "We might need to try something different if we're gonna win this."

"You could just start stripping down to your underwear now," suggested Leanne. "That could distract him enough to put him off."

"Can't," answered Sue as she lent over the table to take the girls' turn. "I'm not wearing any!"

"How can you not be wearing any underwear?" giggled the younger woman as she eyed up her friend and naughty thoughts rushed through her head.

"I was in a rush," replied Sue with a cheeky grin. "You told me to get here as quick as possible."

Leanne looked across at John. He was stood behind Sue as she bent over the table taking her shot, just staring at her tight, jean covered rear, knowing there was nothing covering her arse underneath.

"You ok, John-boy?" smirked Leanne. "You looked a little flushed!"

"Just a little distracted by your friend's arse," answered the old man, still unable to look away from Sue's backside.

"Is mine not good enough for you now?" queried the young girl, feigning upset and giving a little pout. She strolled over to where Sue was against the pool table and bent over next to her. "How about now?" she asked as she bounced her arse around for the old man's attention.

The landlord stared at the two tight rears bent over in front on him, turning from one to the other and then back again. He was struggling to think if he had ever had a better sight than what he could see right now.

"Ooh, I got one!" cried Sue suddenly, breaking John out of his trance.

"Your turn, Johnny." Leanne was looking over her shoulder at the pub owner, making sure her arse was still wiggling in his direction, while gently caressing Sue's body. "You sure you're gonna be able to concentrate?"