You give him your thong...

The guys had ordered you to give up a piece of your underwear if you lost. You quickly move your hands inside your skirt, and slip your panties down your legs as quickly as you can, and step out of them. Although you're behind the table right now, you can imagine the view you'll be giving the patrons now when you shoot, and you'll have to be extra careful.

Mark smiles, and picks up the panties, slipping them into his pocket, his eyes boring into your chest as he know what your next payment is going to be. "I've got time for one more game, and then I really need to get a meal." Without waiting for your response, he goes to rack the balls up to set up another game.

You almost go back to your stool near the table with your purse on it to sit down, but then you remember what's going to happen if you do that, and you stay standing, eying your drink. At this point, you're **** enough that you don't want more - you need some measure of control for the rest of the day, but yet you have enough of a buzz that you can enjoy your lack of control.

Still, this has to be it, as you can't lose more then your bra right now - you have no desire to be stripped in place like this, even with as much as your pulse is racing right now. Everyone's eyes are on you now, and you notice some people have moved closer to watch the show. You wonder if you just want them to watch, or eventually join in....

He's set it up, but he looks at you. "Do you want another drink?"

You shake your head. "I'm good. I just need some water..."

"Barkeep! A water, please."

"Thanks." you reply, with a genuine smile, until you realize what that means - you'll need to undo another button. Mark grabs the bottle from the barkeep, and brings it over as you're undoing it.
"Hot in here?" he asks, and you meet his gaze as he watches the dress come apart further.

You take the bottled water, and even as you're tempted to 'accidentally' spill some down your chest, his eyes are raging fire with lust and determination, and you decide just running the bottle up your exposed chest will do for now, as you take a sip, refusing to reply as he goes to shoot again.

As you move to his side to tease again, you look down to see how far the dress is apart, and it's almost down to your navel with just the two buttons left. Now, you have to be really, really careful unless you want the entire bar to see you in just your bra, and every movement, every slight breeze is felt everywhere on your skin.

He manges to sink four, and you drape yourself as close as you can to his arm, pushing your breasts into him with purpose, and he manages to miss. You can't physically budge him - he's somewhat well built, clearly a weekend warrior of sorts - but his body moved against you when you got close to him. You've got the right idea in his head now that you just might be able to pull this off, even four balls down.

Unfotunately, the luck you'd been having while shooting has run out, and you miss the white ball badly - clearly the **** is affecting your reflexes. Mark grabs the ball as it bounces off of your cue, and replaces it.

"Here, let me help you." He moves over you now, and is leaning in very close to you as he gently moves the cue, his arms over your arms, and the feel of his suit on your exposed arms and back is very erotic, and he's pretty much covering you now. You feel his bulge on your leg, and you 'accidentally' move back against it while he's helping you aim.

Eventually, he's satisfied with what he's done. "You should make that now. " He says, and he stands up, although stays right behind you.

You move your cue back, and right when you shoot, you feel something else on you....