Time to let loose a little

The little neighborhood restaurant bar was already busy when they walked in. The TVs on the wall were lit up with sports highlights, a few pool tables that were occupied, and a low thrum of conversation and laughter rolling across the open room. Natalie led the way to the bar, ordered a pint of lager, and nodded for Aiden to grab a soda. The bartender, barely older than Aiden himself, didn’t bother checking IDs as long as she was the one paying.

They snagged a spot at an open table in the back. Natalie chalked a cue, rolling it between her fingers. “You ready to get spanked, little man?”

“Oh, it’s on like Donkey Kong,” Aiden laughed

“I’ll let you break,” Natalie said, starting to rack the balls.

Aiden gave her a look. “If you want to give me the opportunity to run the table-” he shrugged, “then who am I to pass it up.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, we’ll see.”

He cracked the rack clean. Two dropped. “Solids,” he said, and they fell into a quick back and forth, trading shots, a couple of scratches, and just some light conversation. The first game went fast.

A waitress stopped by with her pad. “Food?”

“Wings and fries,” Natalie said. “And could we get some extra napkins, please?”

“Of course. Anything else?”

“We’re good,” Aiden answered.

When the waitress walked off, Natalie tipped her chin after her. “She’s cute. You should chat her up.”

He smirked and lined up a shot. “I’m not shopping.”

“Not even browsing? She has a nice ass, you could spank,” she teased.

He almost spit out his soda, laughing at her reference to the girl he’d brought home one night. “Hard pass for now, but thanks for looking out.”

Game two started. Natalie took a long pull from her pint and slid it toward him. He glanced around. “You sure?”

She snapped her fingers for him to hurry. “I wouldn’t have given it to you otherwise. Either drink up before someone sees, or give it back.”

He took a quick sip and handed it back.

Their food landed midway through the next rack. They ate standing at the table between turns, fingers shiny with sauce, and the napkins piling up. Natalie’s pint thinned as she snuck Aiden more swigs, eventually ordering another round.

By game three the room had settled into its evening groove. Natalie was loose, laughing easier, and her dress skimming her legs when she bent to line up a shot. Aiden’s eyes drifted down before he could think better of it.

She straightened up and eyed him. “You trying to distract yourself from the fact you’re losing by checking out my legs?”

“Checking you out? Pfft,” he scoffed, lifted his soda. “I was trying to see if I could spot a hint of my boxers under that dress.”

Her mouth parted, then she laughed, surprised. “You did not just say that.”

“I mean,” he said, grinning, “I wouldn’t have expected it before, but now I just don’t know.”

“You wish,” she said, shaking her head, still laughing as she took her next shot.

“If you’re gonna talk shit about me having smacked some girls ass one night, then yeah, I’m gonna give you shit, too.”

The banter stuck, coming quicker as it went. He missed an easy corner while he was watching her, and she clucked her tongue. “Focus, rookie.”

“Well, when you’re standing at the pocket I’m shooting at, trying to cheat by distracting me...”

“Oh whatever!” she replied.

They finished another game and picked at the fries. Natalie dabbed her fingers with a napkin, eyes bright. “Alright, kiddo… Since you’re accusing me of cheating, how about a wager?”

He leaned the cue against the rail. “You’re on, name it.”

“If I win the next one, you model a pair of my panties. My choice of what pair,” she smiled mischievously.

Aiden choked on his drink. “What? Hell no. That’s not even fair, I didn’t get to see you in mine!”

Natalie grinned, enjoying the way he sputtered. “Oh, poor baby. Afraid you’re gonna lose another round?”

“Absolutely not. Just- no way.” He shook his head. “I mean, I doubt I’d even be able to get them on, and you don’t really want me to stretch your shit out, do you?”

Her brows lifted at the thought, then she smiled teasingly. “You’re only making me want to see it more. I bet you’d look adorable.” Natalie batted her eyelashes at him teasingly.

“Yeah, ‘cause I can only imagine how hot that would look,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Okay, fine,” he relented, “but if I win, you put my boxers back on. Tonight. And you have to recreate whatever you did with your toy while wearing them. Deal?”

Natalie laughed in response, not expecting him to have ever taken her up on it in the first place. Seeing him stare at her, with a cheesy grin, she decided to call his bluff.

“Okay, deal,” she said smiling. “You’re gonna look so good in a thong.”

He shrugged picking up the cue. “We’ll see.” His eyes looked down toward her waist, wondering if she was wearing a thong under her dress now.

“Try to keep your eyes on the balls,” she replied, lining up. “You’re going to need to pay attention.”

“I’m not even worried about it,” he finished.

She sank the shot, the ball thudding, followed by the sound of it running down the track inside. “Oof, not looking good for you already.”

Their banter bounced back and forth, with the pool table being just a stage for everything building underneath. As the game wound down, Natalie started talking more trash, Aiden matched her, neither willing to back down, and both feeling the stakes rising with every ball sunk.

Aiden made a risky bank shot, missing the corner pocket by a hair. Natalie pounced, running three stripes in a row and giving a little hip sway after each one.

“I’ve gotta ask,” he said, chalking his cue, “how’d you get so good at pool, anyway?”

She grinned. “My ex used to love to play. I got tired of his attitude every time he won, so I played on my own until I could kick his ass. It’s been years since I’ve played though. He kinda lost interest after always losing.”

Aiden snorted, watching as she leaned in, ponytail swaying, checking next shot. He tried not to stare. He failed.

She sank another, then missed the eight, groaning for show. “Guess you get one last try before I shut it down.”

He lined up, but his mind was racing. He could feel the way she watched him, waiting for him to crack under the pressure. He made his shot, but left himself bad position, and she took advantage. She circled the table, finding her best angle, then dropped the eight, nice and clean, nothing to argue.

Natalie straightened, triumphant. “Game. Set. Panties.”

He let out a low, resigned groan, half-grinning. “Best of seven,” he said, begging.

“Hell no.” She placed her cue in the rack on the wall, placing her hands on her hips. “I’m already deciding which pair you’re gonna wear. I have this little black mesh thong with-”

Aiden held up his hands in surrender as she joked, cheeks flushed. “Alright, you won. Just… nothing with bows.”

She batted her lashes at him, voice syrupy-sweet. “No promises. If you’re going to ruin a pair of my panties by stretching them out, then I’m gonna make it worth it for me.”

They were both laughing when a shadow loomed beside their table. A tall, athletic guy with a square jaw, designer shirt, and a too-smooth smile sidled in, giving Natalie a once-over that made it clear what his intent was.

“Hey there,” he said, in low voice. “You’re pretty good with a stick. How about I buy you a real drink and see if you play as good as you look?”

Natalie flicked her eyes up, unfazed, and reached for a wing from their basket. She took her time, licking the sauce from her finger, letting her tongue stick out a little further than necessary, before sucking her finger while looking at him. “Thanks, but I’m all set.” She glanced at Aiden, giving the stranger a smile that was pure challenge. “My boyfriend’s got me covered.”

The guy looked Aiden up and down, then back at Natalie. “Boyfriend?” His tone oozed disbelief. “You mean you’re not just babysitting him or something? No offense, man, but what exactly do you bring to the table?”

Aiden bristled, squaring his shoulders, but Natalie just leaned closer to the guy, sucking the last bit of sauce from her finger. Her voice dropped, becoming a little playful and sultry. “Well, you could say he’s… more than enough for me. It’s not so much what he brings to the table, as much as it is that puts between my legs…” She started to hold her hands apart, brow furrowed as if measuring, eventually waving her hands off with a flourish. “Honestly, I don’t even know. What I do know is that it’s longer than both my hands, and one won’t wrap around it.”

The guy blinked, thrown off, then looked at Aiden, sizing him up again. “For real?”

Natalie smiled sweetly, then shot Aiden a wicked little glance. “Based on the fact I need a cold compress by the time he’s done, yeah, I’d say for real.”

Aiden fought the urge to smirk, adjusting his stance. The guy started to approach him with a look Aiden couldn’t quite place, but figured it was best to prepare for the worst.

Coming within arm’s reach of Aiden, he stared him in the eye for a second, then gave Aiden a rough pat on the shoulder. “If that’s true, good for you, buddy.” He let out a half-drunk laugh, then ambled off, glancing back once at Natalie, who was still smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

Aiden watched him disappear, then looked back at Natalie. “Longer than both your hands, huh?”

She licked the last bit of sauce off her thumb, eyes glinting. “I had to sell it. He wasn’t getting the hint.”

Aiden laughed, shaking his head. “You’re gonna get my ass kicked one day, I can already tell.”

She grinned, picking up her beer. “And you, my friend, owe me a modeling show. And from what I saw on the couch, I don’t know that what I said is a lie.” She winked before taking another swig.

He groaned, but the look he gave her was pure affection and a wild sort of disbelief. “Yeah, well, if you’re serious, I’m gonna need a lot more to drink before that happens. I’ll need the courage.”

She raised her pint, toasting him. “You’re a good sport, rookie.”

He clinked his soda against her beer, feeling lighter than he had in weeks, enjoying this new dynamic.

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