Yes

You flip a coin to see who goes first, and Betty wins. She pots a red from the break, and then proceeds to pot another.. and another, and another. She's easily the best player you've ever seen, she barely even hesitates, and you watch silently as she pots all the reds and then the black. You never even get to make a shot.

Kerry and Shelby the barmaid are laughing hysterically by the time the goth girls done, and you stare at her mouth open as she leans back against the table and grins at you.

"Can you spell 'hustled', hun? 'Cause you just have been."

You gulp and then say "So, what happens now?"

Betty gives you a predatory grin as she walks towards you.

"You forget already? I take you home with me."

She grabs your balls roughly through your jeans and gives them a gentle squeeze.

"Guess what I'm going to do to you once I get you there?"

Shelby and Kerry laugh again, louder than ever, and Betty says good bye to her friends and drags you by your hand out of the pub and down the street.

You're still kind of shocked at the way things are progressing so quickly, but this is all going to be great material for you story. Noticing your dazed expression, the perky goth giggles at you and says -

"Don't look so nervous, I'm not going to hurt you too much."

She drags you through a few sunny, near empty streets, and leads you through a gate and down the overgrown garden path of a scruffy looking terraced house. The door is standing open, and heavy metal music pours out into the sunny afternoon. Betty drags you inside, and into a dark living room, twice as scruffy as the houses exterior, and you cough at the heavy clouds of dope smoke. There's beer bottles and tins lying all over, the floor is littered with take away food cartons, the sofa and chairs are torn and dirty, and there's even graffiti on the walls. In one corner stands a drum kit, and a few guitars lie nearby.

Lounging round the room, watching a television are three girls, all gothy-cum-metal scene chicks like Betty. A short pale girl with black hair shot through with pink and blue streaks stares at the tv blankly, clearly stoned, one hand inside her tank top as she plays idly with her nipples, a vacant grin on her face.

Sprawled out on the sofa in a short Japanese looking girl with thick framed, nerd-chic glasses. She has carefully messy hair, is smoking a fat joint and is covered in tattoos.

The third girl is a tall think girl, as pale as Betty but with a shaved head, just a hint of stubble to tell you she's a redhead. Her nose is pierced, and the light glints off the stud as she turns to you and says dreamily -

"Oh wow, Betty brought home a toy."

Betty tugs you close to her, laughing.

"I get to play with him first. Come on, we're going up to my room, you can meet these guys later."

"Doesn't he get to choose?" the bald girl asks with a laugh.

"Of course he doesn't," says Betty, dragging you off to the stairs.