Challenged To Pool

As we pause at the door, I hear Adem say, "Challenge you to a game of pool?" As he says it, a wry smile appears on his face, and I see him look me over once, waiting for my answer. I returned his grin with one of my own, "Sure, I won't mind playing a game of pool. Sounds like fun".

He nods, and as he sets up the table for a game, he asks me, "Want to make it interesting? If you win, I'll buy you a round at the bar. If I win, you have to strip naked, and not cover up so long as you're here. I smile his way, amused at the suggestion. After a moment, I respond. "OK, Sure. I'll take that bet But only because I could use a drink, and I've heard it tastes best when someone else is buying." I hear a few laughs nearby from that statement". He paused, making sure they were all set in place before, looking up at me and saying, "O right then. It's set. I'll let you get to break 'em up then."

I nod in response, getting a billiard stick and bending over to take my shot. My tits become even more noticeable as I line up to take my shot. I pause, feeling my skirt ride up in the back, exposing a healthy amount of my ass cheeks, along with my shaved mound, to anyone behind me. From the catcalls, I hear as I move to go in position, I'm not the only one to have noticed, either. I smile, deciding to spread my legs wider to 'get a better angle', though, in reality, it was because I loved the attention. I heard more catcalls, and a few cheers of excitement, as I took my shot. I watch as the balls go flying, though I manage to sink a striped one in the corner pocket. I look up amused, making my way over to take another shot, intentionally positioning myself many sitting at the tables could get a clear view of my ass. I smile, satisfied by the excitement I hear, before taking my shot. I get another stripped ball down and move over for my next shot. I move to the other side of the table, watching as they stared at my tits as I bent over to take my shot. "Looks like you may end up owing me a drink", I say slyly.

I fail to get another stipped ball in, however, and almost scratch in the process. He takes over, and I watch from the sidelines. Even though I'm not playing, I notice that some of the bar's patrons are watching me. I send them a flirty glance their way, as Adem gets one ball in, then another. Before long he has it down to just the 8 balls, and I watch, wondering if he's going to make the shot.