Spill and a splash

(revised slightly to fit the tone of the story better - ending will be the same)

You hop up onto the stool, hoping to distract him with a view of your exposed legs. It works, as he misses the shot. The inebriation is getting to you, and you laugh idly as you get down, and Mark orders you another drink. The clouding of your senses means you don't notice as the barkeep moves to flip the open sign to closed, or that the few customers still in the bar, all guys, have moved to the near side of the bar to watch your game. You see them all lusting after you, but pay it no heed.

Despite your 'careful' aim, you miss another shot badly, and don't bother to hide from anyone as another drink takes its place at your side and you undo another button. Everyone in the bar is watching you do it now, but you think nothing of it - you were told to do it, so that's wht you're doing. The careless shot you have just made has left him Mark an easy shot at the 8 ball, and he sinks it before turning to you.

"One more."

"Ooooooookay." You reply, slipping the panties down your legs as you playfully kick them at him, giving the entire bar a glimpse of your discarded underwear. Mark grabs them out of midair and simply leaves them on the bar nearby. "Again."

"I don't have anything else left to wager." You giggle, but Mark's gaze bores into you.

"I'm sure we'll think of something." Mark breaks again, and makes five shots before motioning to you. "Your shot."

You move to the far side, near the restroom exits, to take your shot, but you're having a lot of trouble keeping your aim steady, and you keep bending and adjusting to make your shot. At this point, you're giving an obscene view down your dress, exposing your entire body for anyone who's looking, and that would be everyone in the bar, the many patrons in the bare are now standing watching your game. You look up briefly again before going back down, wondering what it is they're staring at. It surely can't be you, as you're just playing pool.

Your shot misses badly, but at least you don't scratch, and you wobble out of the way. As you do, you stumble and accidentally knock your drink over, and it splashes all over your arms.

"DAMNIT!" you shout, and you grab some napkins and try to dab yourself off, giving the bar a nice view of your tits as you do so - you can't pay attention to the dress's shifting as you just want to get this drink off of you before it starts sticking. There's still some stray red droplets on your chest, and you dab at it carefully as Mark continues to run the table.

For his part, the barkeep has put a water for you on the bar. "Looks like you might need this more - no charge." You put your hand to it, and stop, remebering the boy's rules. You undo another button under the bar, and are now down to just one, as you tip the water up and chug back, looking to regain some control of your senses.

Unfortunately, you try to drink it too fast, and it overflows your of your mouth and down your chin, forming a nice line down your chest straight down the middle of your body. You gasp again, the coldness of the water (and a stray block of ice) driving you back against the bar, and your grip on the glass slip and you drop it too, and it falls...

...right into Mark's waiting hand. You look up at him, and see the look in his eyes as you cast a stray glance at the table - he's managed to sink everything. You turn away from him, trying to back away but you see that the bar's patrons have encircled the pool table now. Witih nowhere to go, he moves himself in between the bar and the table, pressing you against it.

"You promised me something if I won." He presses his knee in between your legs, and you're **** into the table with him pressing against your pussy, but that's exactly what he wanted, as he can see your entire body now, your dress is essentially just for show now, the one button barely keeping it on. "What are you going to give me now?"

The answer is obvious, but you can't bear to say it out loud. He takes your hands in his, and moves them to the last button on your dress. "Tell me what you're about to do."

"I'm about to unbutton my dress and give it to you." you say softly, as every eye on the bar is on you now.

"So do it."

The tension in the air is palpable as you undo the last button, and the dress pops open, and with the slighest shrug of your shoulders it falls off of your body and pools on the floor. You are now naked, having given your clothes away in a bar full of folks who you've been teasing for the last half hour. They've seen most of what you have to offer, and now they're going to see if you can deliver.

Mark's not done with you yet. "Bend down and pick it up."

You're hotter then you've ever been in your life, as the entire bar's watching you perform naked for them, but the **** impairs your judgment as you do just that, pooling your dress in a ball.

"Now give it to me."

You hand the dress to him, and he puts it on the bar with your thong and panties, and you look at them in shame, knowing the guys in the bar seeing that too is turning you on further. They can see what you were wearing, knowing that you aren't anymore, and the same question is going through all of their heads: What kind of girl would just give her clothes away to a guy she had just met?

With that, Mark pushes you onto the table, and you can feel your arms grabbed from behind as you are moved to where your legs are dangling off of one end, and your head is off of the other, your arms extended to either side so you can pleasure as many cocks as you can. Mark is in front of you, and he unzips his pants quickly and shoves inside of you, and you can see another man do the same in front of your face, and your hands are unzipping other pants as well....

Before your face starts getting fucked, as Mark starts thrusting in and out of you, you see the boys watching it all..and doing nothing to stop anyone. Was this what they had in mind all along?

You look around and wonder if anyone will come to your aid, or if anyone should...if you wanted anyone to at all...