John gets to grips with the situation

Leanne could feel the pressure return as she stepped up for her next shot. She stood for a moment just staring at the table, looking at where her balls were placed and trying to figure out which was the easiest to hit. She never usually took this long before having a shot. It was always just for fun and she didn't mind losing, so long as she got to do a little flirting along the way.

Realising she was taking a long time Leanne bent forward over the table and positioned her cue. She was just lining up the shot when she felt John move up next to her.

"Damn, you've got a great arse!" declared the borderline creepy pub owner, taking his chance to grab a short squeeze of her firm arse cheek.

Leanne jumped as she felt his large hands gripping her rear and then quickly turned in dismay as she realised her cue had made contact with the ball. She watched on helplessly as the white ball skewed off horribly and down into the corner pocket.

"Ooh! Tough break, Leanne." said John mockingly. "That counts as a miss though."

"That's not fair!" yelled the young woman angrily. "I wouldn't have missed if you hadn't grabbed my arse!"

"Too late for that now," grinned John, eyeing her up expectantly.

"Fine." agreed Leanne. "I guess I need to lose some clothes then." She put down her cue and strutted around the pub owner. He didn't take his eager eyes away from her for a second, watching her every move as she paraded herself around. "So, what shall I start with?"