You meet halfway

With a sigh, you stop struggling against him, knowing that if he wanted to get your dress off, he could right there and then you'd lose control of the situation - not that you ever had control of it. There's enough guys in here, with the knowledge that the boys would likely let it happen, that you wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week if he decides he's had enough. So you rest against him, and let it happen.

He lets your right strap stay at your shooting elbow, and he pulls back, letting his cue tease your left strap as you shoot. Predictably, you miss again, and as he slips the other strap off of your shoulder, he catches it with the cue, so that the dress is hanging off of it, covering very little of you.

"Clumsy me." He says, as you reset the straps on your body and move away from him gingerly. There's an element of danger here that there hasn't been before, and it's turning you on more and more, and you hope the juices aren't too visible on your naked thighs. Your dress is very revealing now, as the V your unbuttoned buttons are showing is very wide and deep.

You stand in front of him again, bending down as much as he is while he shoots, giving him a view straight down your body down to your navel - he can see everything.

He makes the 14. Two shots left.

As he aims another shot, you get behind him and lean on him, your body rubbing against his, your pussy against his ass, leaving a slight damp mark on his slacks as you tease him with your body.

He makes the 12. Just the eight ball left.

As he lines it up, you move in front of him, hugging the cue to you, running it in between your tits down the middle of your body. In view of the whole bar, you run it up and down gently against your cleavage and your pussy. You know everyone can see it, but you don't care - you're not going to win, but there's still something driving you to push this man as far as you can.

He makes the shot, and you are defeated. His gazes locks into you with intent, his lust smoldering.

"I win. Pay up."