Abbie, of course

Wayne looked at Abbie. "I think I'll have to pick you, honey."

Abbie smiled. "Oh, nice! And what do I have to do?"

Wayne looked her over. He glanced at Nate. "What kind of guidelines we got here tonight, Nate?"

Nate shook his head. "I don't know. Abbie? What sorts of things are fair game?"

Abbie thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know either. Why don't you just ask, and we'll see where it goes?"

Wayne laughed. "Oh boy. Okay, let's see. Abbie, will you ... will you undo the top button of your shirt?"

Abbie smiled. "Sure, that's easy. Nate, when you said 'strip pool,' I figured it was like actually stripping, not like middle school undo a button things. But you got it, Wayne. Top button, undone." She flicked the button open, and her shirt parted slightly at the top.

"Hey, I just said whoever makes a shot gets a request. Wayne's the one who picked one button."

Clark smacked Wayne on the arm. "Dude, one button?" he whispered. It was Clark's turn. He missed his shot. Nate went next, and also missed.

"You boys aren't very good at this, you know," she said coyly.

Now it was her turn again. Having watched the other guys, she was feeling more confident. Also, she had a very easy corner shot available. She lined up her aim, tapped the cue ball, and sunk the corner shot.

"Who's two for two?" She jumped around. "Who. Is. Two. For. Two!!!" Nate laughed. Clark smiled, but Brad was still grumpy. "Okay, my turn to pick. I pick Brad!" She pointed at him.

"I told you, if this goes bad, I will wreck you." He looked back at Abbie. "Okay, what's the punishment?"

"Ooh, punishment. Sounds hot." She winked at him. "No, I just think ... I just want ... I want you to take your shirt off."

Brad glared at his friends. But he looked at Abbie, and said, "Rules are rules." He pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and stood naked from the waist up. He was very muscular and fit.

Abbie's eyes widened. "That was worth it! Wow." She walked up to Brad and put her hands on his chest. "Definitely worth it." She gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "It's your turn now."

Brad lined up his shot, and sank a ball in the corner. "Nice."

Abbie cheered for him. "Way to go, Brad!" She was getting into the game. "What's next, who do you pick!"