The pool table

You have a couple of more drinks and then make your way to the pool table.

"Hey guys!"

The guys playing pool turn to face you. One, with the piggy face, you've seen at your school, and he's totally disgusting. The other guy is dressed real nice but wears too much cologne.

"Wow," says cologne.

"Can I get next game?" You ask.

"Oh yeah, sure thing, what's your name pretty girl?" he asks.

"That's Melissa, dude," says Pigface, "She goes to Marston."

"Oh, well, nice to meet you. I'm Rick." Says, Cologne, shaking your hand.

"Sure, you can get next game if you've got the money to ride on." He says.

"Dude," says Pigface, "She's only like the richest girl in the state.

"I'm not that rich!" You try to be modest. "Anyways," you continue, "I play winner."

Eventually Pigface loses because he can't keep his eyes off you, and Rick Cologne scores a hundred bucks. Pigface hands you the stick, and Rick Cologne sets the table.

"Good luck baby," Pigface says, and you scowl at him, threatening him with your pool stick.

Rick Cologne asks you if you're good.

"Yeah." you reply.

"How much you want to put up?"

"Well, I don't have money on me but you know I'm good for it."

"Wait a minute, I don't know that. We don't even go to the same school. I'm gonna need hard cash."

"Okay...fine." You start to turn away, Pigface is there ready to take the pool stick back... but then, Rick Cologne says, "Unless..."

You halt and turn your pretty head over your shoulder. "Unless what?"

Rick pulls out his wallet and lays out six 100 dollar bills on the table. "Six hundred...if you win. But, if you lose...then you give me...a blow job."

"What, are you fucking kidding me?"

"Six hundred is a big wager, and you said you're good right?"

Pigface is laughing behind you and Rick stares into your eyes. Obviously, you don't need the money that badly, and you can easily leave it. But, you know you can beat him, and more than the money, you want to show these guys up.

"I am good, and you're about to be out six hundred. Let's do this."

"You break," he says.

You lean over the pool table to line up the stick with the white ball. "Glad to see that chivalry isn't dead," you say as you shoot.

Pigface stares at your ass.