Games with balls.

Very quickly spotting a pool table being occupied by two players nearing the end of their game, Mystique leaned against the wall, sipping at her drink with an arm crossed under her chest to push up her cleavage. When the game ended and the loser paid up with a small stack of hundreds, Mystique took the opportunity to step in while he was counting and leaning into his back to get his attention.

“Hey high roller, mind if I play the winner?” She whispered into his ear. “Let’s make a wager; if I win, I walk home with all your winnings. If YOU win, we can play another game that involves hard wood and BIG heavy balls.”

“Heh, alright, alright, alright.” Smirked the billiard player as he set the table, while Raven pulled herself a pool que from the wall rack. “Looks like Bullseye is going to get lucky again tonight!”

The game… If it could be called that, was short but intense. The man with a target tattooed on his forehead smirked as he gave the gorgeous red head the first shot. An act he immediately regretted as her first strike sent four balls into each corner pocket. With a grin, Mystique leaned forward to make her following shot, intentionally showing off her chest and positioning herself provocatively over the table as she made one shot after the other, flaunting her improved hand-eye coordination the entire time, leaving Bullseye sweating when she had sunk all of her balls and aimed for the 8-ball.

Seeing his anxiety, Raven felt a thrill run up her spine. She never had this kind of skill in her life. She had played pool before, but now? It was so easy, she could picture the angles and **** needed to make each strike with the same ease as imagining a square or triangle in her head. She felt incredible. Like she could do ANYTHING! But seeing the man fidget in fear of losing, Raven tilted her shoulder and made the shot, intentionally missing the 8-ball and guttering the white ball into the corner pocket.

“Oops… Guess its your shot now handsome.”

Visibly deflating and regaining his preening ego, Bullseye swaggered his way over to the table and with a sharp glint of his eye, lined himself up for a shot. One sharp strike was all it took for his ball to hit and bounce off the rest of the balls on the pool table, sending them all into pockets across the billiard table in a perfect symphony of motion that left the white ball hitting the 8-ball last and knock it into the corner pocket.

Looking back at Raven with a smug grin, Mystique gave him his winnings and posed with her hands behind her back, intentionally looking **** and sultry.

“Well then, you won, looks like we get to play another kind of game.”

“What did you have in mind doll face.” Bullseye smirked, waving his cash in his hand. “Because there isn’t any hotels around here.”

“Pff… Who said anything about a hotel?” Raven grinned and flipped her hair. “I was thinking of the back alley of the bar, and since I don’t see a rear exit…”

Turning around, Raven sashayed her way towards the back of the bar towards the ladies washroom. Looking over her shoulder with a wink.

“The ladies room sounds just as good as any.”