Do you mind if I hit the ball first?

“I think that’s called a break.” You say as you grab the balls and cues then set up the rack.

She grabs the cue and sort of rests it on the palm of her hand instead of on the knuckles. She then starts to line up some sort of a shot but before making contact turns to look at you. “Feel like making a friendly wager for the deciding game?”

Normally you would say no straight up but you saw how she held the cue, “Oh I’m always keen to beat you and see you suffer, what did you have in mind?”

“If I win you lose your panties and no going to the toilet to change, you take them off right here for me.”

“Oh wow, I didn’t think you wanted my panties on the first date Scarlet you bad girl. Fine I want your bra.”

“Deal but please give it back cause these things are fucking expensive.”

For a second you start to consider that maybe she learned her lesson last time and if she was betting again she must be more confident. But you see her hold the cue with that ridiculous grip again and that thought leaves your mind.

She moves back to the table, She strikes the ball making dreadful contact on the break a couple of the balls and one happens to trickle into a corner pocket, looks like you’re bigs.

“Are you kidding me, how the fuck did that happen?” Looks like luck is on her side. She just smiles at you like she meant it the whole time.

You line up the white ball and belt it at the remainder of the balls still in formation. You spray balls everywhere, but nothing gets pocketed, worse still it looks like 2 of hers are set up really well. Fortunately she doesn’t notice and awkwardly lines up another ball elsewhere, she hits it but it doesn’t find the pocket so it’s your go again. You continue to struggle along potting balls every so often but it always seems like she stays one up with her awkward style just poking the balls around the table. A few times she seems to unintentionally snooker you forcing you to concede a penalty.

All this results in her being on the black ball while you still have one remaining. You have a fairly easy shot to level things up and you set about lining the ball up when you see Scarlet enter your field of vision. You do your best to ignore her but as you try to focus on the ball, but that proves very difficult as she catches your eye then pulls her shirt up and quickly flashes you. You can’t stop yourself, you lose concentration and miss your shot.

Laughing she drops her shirt back down. “Tsk Tsk, gotta keep your eyes on the prize, Issy.”

You look down you made awful contact with the white ball and its rolled a short distance virtually making the shot on the black ball impossible to miss. You stand there dumbstruck and she pushes past you making a point of brushing against you as she does it. She lines up the shot and stabs at the white ball and of course black ball, corner pocket.

“YES! Ha today is my day.” She turns and walks back to you hand out giving you that smug look you were very familiar with. “Pay up.”

You just stand there dumbfounded. “I cannot believe that happened, you got so fucking lucky and you know it. I want a rematch.”

“Ooooo I’ll always give you a shot at a rematch but first…” She motions to her hand.

“Bitch.” You crouch down and try to show off as little as possible and shimmy your panties down, step out of them and place them in her hand.

“Ooo these look nice” She holds them in front of her and inspects them. Part of you really wants to see her smell them but she just puts them in her pocket and says “So you win you get them back, what if I win?”

You look at her unimpressed, she won’t get lucky twice, “What do you want?”

“Hmm, well with you studying physio I think a want a massage, on my legs. A proper one hour long massage with no funny business, oils, relaxing music in the background the whole lot.” She looks at you with a big smile.

“That’s asking a lot…”

“Well these panties are pretty nice…it’d be a shame if you couldn’t have them back…”

“Oh, fuck you… fine, but it’s my break.”

“Haha go ahead, but don’t spin around too quick, I’d hate for anyone to get a look in” She says with a wink.

You ignore her, line your white ball up and smash it as hard as you can. By some miracle not only do you make good contact but the break sends balls everywhere and you end up pocketing two bigs.

“YES, here we go.” You are fired up and ready to win back some respect.

She has an easy shot to get one back but unfortunately misses.

“That’s a shame,” you smile. You were winning this game no matter what. “Fuck that smug bitch.”

You line your shot up and feel a tapping on your ass. “Oi bitch fuck off.” You spin around and swat Scarlett’s pool cue away as she tries to use it to pull your skirt up.

You refocus and line your next shot up anyway. *BANG* more excellent contact and you send this ball straight where you wanted and end up potting another ball. Then with your next shot you line up and sink a second ball.

“That’s right, I hope you enjoyed being ahead cause it’s about to end.”

You line up your third shot in a row and again you feel the slight tapping of the pool cue on your arse, but this time you aren’t going to let her in your head. You line up the shot, “you getting a good look back there?”

“Haha oh yeah, me and the counter chick are loving it.”

“Oh shit, other arcade people.” You briefly lose focus and miss your shot. Spinning around almost immediately too briefly see a very red-faced girl behind the counter. She was caught staring and she knows it she quickly busies herself with the till pretending she wasn’t just caught staring at your ass and pussy as you bent over.

“Haha oh wow look at her, I might be a little jealous. Well I would be if I didn’t have these.” She pulls your panties out of her pocket again holding them like a trophy.

You take a deep breath “Fuck me if I didn’t find this girl so damn hot I’d have slapped that shit eating grin right off her face.”

“I’m still ahead, I’ll have them back in 5 minutes.”

“Yeah…about that,” She trials off and you know that something isn’t right. She shouldn’t be as smug as she is right now.

“Oh shit,” Suddenly you see her move up to the ball looking completely different than she has the past 30 minutes, she’s holding the cue properly and standing completely differently *CRACK*

“Holy fuck she just hit that hard.” You watch the ball come off 3 different sides before rolling gently into the pocket you notice she is pointing to.

The lead you had vanishes in seconds and the only words you can utter are “oh fuck, I’ve been hustled.” Suddenly you are looking at everything differently and all the fucking ridiculous luck she was having in the first game makes a lot more sense. You get the next minute and a half to sit there and think about it as she proceeds to run the table on you, sinking all her seven then the black ball.

She recognises the look of annoyance on your face and relaxes her smug smile. “Issy, I'm really sorry I have played pool for as long as I’ve played tennis and when you suggested it I just… Well I couldn’t help myself, how about I buy ice cream and you promise to wipe away that pout?”