Shoot some pool

"Okay." You reply. Although you parents actually have a table in your basement, and you've shot on it fairly frequently, that is by female standards - surely this guy, who plays on it every day, could easily beat you. On the other hand, maybe he could beat anyone and figured that if he's going to play someone, it might as well be the 18 year old wearing a skimpy dress. You shrug internally as you pick up the fruity drink (which is clearly packing more of a punch then the beer), wobbling a bit as you slide off the stool. You're not sure whether it's excitement or the **** that's affecting you as you follow him to the table.

You can see the boys' eyes widen as they see that you've unbuttoned your dress below your bra now - even if they've seen everything they're still excited at your body's exposure. Mark hands you a pool cue as you stride to the end of the table, sitting on a nearby stool and crossing your legs, pushing your thin skirt up your thighs as he sets up the table. He's clearly taking his time and enjoying the view of your legs and the deep v-neck your dress is now forming, as is the rest of the bar's occupants, who are steaing glances every chance they get. The barkeep has even dropped the pretense of being interested in anything else, wiping down the bar and glasses while keeping his full gaze on you. You take another swig of you drink, and it's now about half full, and you brush the cold glass against your chest idly as you put it down on the table nearby, feeling your nipples straining against your bra.

"You break." He offers gamely, motioning with his hand to the white ball at the far end of the table. As you move with your skirt swishing, you wonder how long it'll take before he pulls the 'let me help you aim your shot' bit, as you angle your cue and bend over, giving him an exquisite view down your dress. He can't see eveyrthing but with how many buttons you have exposed he can see clearly down your cleavage and down your stomach.

He starts to move to help you, his eyes never leaving your tits, but you quickly shoot before he gets there. It's not a perfect break, but you've done this enough to know it's good, and manage to bounce the 13 ball in with a lucky bounce or two.

He smiles. "Nice shot."

You know it wasn't, and know he's just toying with you, but for the moment, you have the advantage. With another sip of your drink, lowering your inhibitions just a bit, you move to take the next shot, which happens to angle your body right towards the boys' booth. You bend over just a bit more then necessary as you fire....