Whiskey and corner pocket

You decide you need some hard liquor, and hopefully a game of pool to make you forget that you are dressed up. The bartender pours you a double shot, and you quickly drink it.

Carefully, you get up. These guys can't suspect you, or else you might end up dog meat in the back alley! The barkeep has already poured you another double, and you drink it down. He is filling as quick as you are drinking! A girl could get used to free drinks like this.

Wait...YOU ARE NOT A GIRL. Try to remember, despite what you see in the mirror behind the bar. You say to the guy that bought you the whiskey, "Let's play 8-ball". A bunch of guys smile as they watch you in your mini-skirt walking to the pool table.

You break the balls, and sink one immediately. You were always pretty good at pool. "Solids it is," you say.

You easily beat the guy. Since you are here, playing well, you might as well make some money playing. You could bring it back, and your "mistress" wouldn't have to know you didn't sell anything.

You start making wagers, way beyond the 20 bucks you have in your purse. If you win, you will have 500 bucks to take home! You are rematched with the same guy, and surely will beat him.

He breaks first, and suddenly you are very nervous. He sinks 5 balls in a row before you even get your first shot! What are you going to do if you lose?

Before you know it, the game is over, and you lost. You try to get a rematch, but for some reason the guys want their money now.

Your head is spinning, and suddenly you see your brother. What the hell? He is demanding money from you! Your brother and 7 other guys, all wanting something...

You are bent over the pool table. They are going to take their winnings one way or another, and it seems like the whole bar is gonna get a share.

All you can do is beg..."Please don't fuck me, it's my time of the month!" Amazingly, that seems to work!

But then you realize, they backed off just to get lube! Oh, you are SOOO fucked.