Game on!

"I'll own your ass!" I just couldn't lose against this arrogant fool, so I quickly collected the balls and set them up on the green pool table again. "Your shot Veronica, I don't want you to say you have lost because I had an advantage." What was he thinking? He lost the match before so badly and now he's even trying to tease me? I set down the white ball and hit it with a bit too much power. The balls scattered, but I sank only one small.
G immediately showed me the video on his phone and hit the delete button. "I'll miss to see your tits bounce like that.... luckily I can replace the video with a real-life experience in a few."

Pfffff...I was getting really pissed by his comments now. "Time to kick your ass, G!" I carefully aimed for the 13, which seemed to be the easiest shot, but the balls didn't scatter enough to ensure not hitting any other balls. "Are you sure you can handle the pressure of having to dance for me? I have great expectations!" Furious from the constant teasing I shot and....hit the 13! It went in a straight line to the far-left pocket and...
Sadly, it bounced from the cushion instead of sinking in the pocket.
"Damn! You distracted me! Stop talking bullshit!" I poked his shoulder when he walked past me to aim his shot. The white ball wasn't in the worst spot to be played by him, although most of the solid balls were on the far side of the table. "The only thing that distracts you is how horny you become when you think about the lap dance you are going to perform." He grinned again before leaning down to take aim. His technique looked a lot better now. Instead of slipping he hit the cue ball perfectly causing it to roll over the whole table, hit the solid purple four with loud CLUCK and sinking it in the far-right pocket.
I was perplexed. It seemed like I walked open eyed directly into a trap.
Smiling he took a few steps towards me, then whispered in my ear: "Make it nice and slow and very sexy, will ya?"
"No... wait...no... that can't be!" I really didn't want to do a lap dance for that depraved pervert. In the meantime he ordered a bottle of tequila, two glasses, salt and a lemon. "I…I'll let you drink your shot of my body if you sink two more!"
"Nah... not good enough. You let me have that body shot after you take off that top and present me how nice these fantastic tits look in a bra by Victoria's Secret and we have a deal."
"O... okay" I wasn't exactly sure if that deal made me a lot happier, especially since I lost my underwear on the trip to this damn place, but at least it bought me some time to plan without having to do anything for G.

He chalked his cueue before he returned to the table and analyzed the situation. He could either try one very easy shot that would surely mean sinking one if his solid balls, but result in the cue ball being surrounded by stripes or try a more difficult shot on a longer distance using the cushion to deflect the ball, bearing more risk but a better positioning afterwards. My hopes of winning this game went up again as I saw him aligning the cueue for the easy shot. It sunk smoothly, but the white ended as expected in a very difficult position.
"Hah. Now your lucky streak will end!"
He didn't show any reaction and instead focused the table with eagle eyes. Without saying another word, he took his shot. The cueue hit the white extremely low but at the same time extremely powerful, lifting it up and causing it to 'jump' over my stripes that were so neatly surrounding it. It fell down and hit the nearest solid, a yellow One and caused it to stop right before one of the middle pockets. Grinning again he walked to the table where our beer was placed and started singing: "It's getting hot in here, so soon Veronica will take off all her clothes..."He then pulled his hoodie over his head revealing a white t-shirt and a very well-toned body below it.

"Your turn blondie." Finally, I had the chance to regain control. I tried to ignore the constant teasing and instead tried to concentrate on the next shot. Sinking a stripe shouldn't have been too hard, since most of my balls were in a straight line with the cueue. I aimed, shot...and sunk the ball I aimed for in the far-left pocket. Triumphantly I stood with my hands in my hips, accidentally pushing my mounds forward and stretching my top. "This was only the beginning G!"
Of course, the programmer noticed this immediately and leered at my cleavage with eyes full of lust.
For my next shot I aimed for the striped 14, a challenging one that would leave me in a great position for the next turn. I hit the cueue ball perfectly and after a silent touch of the balls, my eyes trailed the 14 as it slowly dropped into the far-right pocket. I was still leaning forward from my shot when I heard the sound of balls colliding again. CLUCK.

The cueue ball had trailed off from the collision and hit the solid yellow One, causing it to drop into the middle pocket. Why didn't I foresee this? "Looks like it's time for tequila now!" I still didn't move, steering at the place where the ball was lying seconds before. "No...no I can bet something else...no tequila!" Suddenly I could feel the massive bulge in G's jeans pushing against my hot pant and two strong hands grabbing the hem of my top, pushing it upwards. "No...no you should not do this." I placed my hands on my top right below my orbs so he couldn't push it up further. This seemed to stop him for the moment. "You knew the wager babe. Sorry, but you can't stall me off twice." Having finished his sentence, he roughly shoved his fingers into my cleavage and grabbed the fabric of my top. Zrrrrrrrrrrrtt. Before I had any chance to react he forcefully ripped the tank top in two halves, causing my mounds to spill out and hang freely now. "Oh, you're not wearing the bra I bought you? Well lucky me!" He leaned forward, so his upper body was now in full contact with the soft skin of my back. Then he reached for my orbs from both sides. First, he brushed only the sides, then he caressed my areolae with his pointers. When he finally started to squeeze my tits harder while occasionally pinching my nipples, they were so hard that you could have easily cut glass with them.
"That...that's Uhhhhhhhh...." I couldn't suppress a moan as he started rolling my right nipple between his thumb and pointer."...unfair." I inhaled deeply. "This counts for two balls I... I’m not wearing a bra."

He simply ignored my plea and started roaming his hands over my body until he rested them at my hips. "Not my fault that you had the desire to show me these magnificent melons, babe." He lifted me up easily, turned me around and dropped me on the bar counter. My bust was heaving due to my rapid breathing. In the meantime, G poured two glasses of tequila and handed me one of them. "Thought I shouldn't be the only one drinking here."
With a mixed feeling of **** and horniness I grabbed the shot glass and poured the liquor down my throat, embracing the spicy warmness in my throat. C’mon V... he had seen your tits before...and you can still win this. He sliced one of the lemons, then approached me with one of the wedges. "Seriously?" I tried to push G away with my hands, but it took him only a few seconds to grab my wrists. "Actually...I hoped you would try that." he lifted my arms above my head, holding them in place with one hand, then pushed my torso down on the counter with them. This left me lying on the full length of the counter.
I barely noticed the crowd of bikers surrounding us cheering even louder, when he fixated my wrists with handcuffs at the wooden board right and left below the counter. My pussy was soaking wet now and I could feel the fabric of the hot pant must have been too.

"Oh, you can't await it anymore V? Look how hard your nipples are. Maybe we should cool them with some ice first?" He picked an ice cube from a bucket and placed it between his teeth. Then he bent over and slowly drew a line of molten ice from my belly button to my right underboob. The feeling was sensational. Well...Might as well enjoy it, right consciousness? I playfully struggled with the handcuffs, not really trying to escape, but inviting him to take further control of me. He didn't need to see my jugs bounce twice. He picked up the ice cube in his mouth again and lifted it to my right nipple. "Ooooooohhh....oooohhhh.... ooooohh" the cold wetness running down from the tip of my nipple to my areola felt fantastic. Instead of giving me a break he pushed the ice cube deeper into his mouth and started to switch between biting and sucking the nipple, a mixture of pain and pleasure, his warm mouth and the cold ice, stimulating different regions of my brain each time.
Eventually he repeated the process with my left nipple while fondling my right ripe melon with his left hand.
"Oh...ooooh...Ooooooooooooooooohhhh"

"Looks like you're ready now." The programmer poured some salt on the areola then licked the nipple very hard. The salt working the delicate flesh hurt a bit at first, but he licked it very thoroughly until no grain was left. He sucked the erect nipple one more time, opening his mouth as much as he could to get most of the breast in, then emptied the shot glass. Finally, he bent over to get the lemon slice from my mouth. He bit on it before removing it from my mouth. Just as I thought he was done, he bent over again and kissed me, his tongue interlocking with mine, forcefully entering my oral cavity.
I was totally on the edge now. I couldn't think of anything being better than him taking whatever he desired from me...but I needed to regain control...quickly...There was still a chance of winning this game!