I stood against the wall and watched him as he studied the table. Gently, I continued to rub the tip of my cue stick with the blue cube of chalk, watching him.
Other than quick glances and an occasional wink, we concentrated on the game. Each one methodically clearing the table. He concentrated until I made a strategic move. He then lost his focus. He had his one and seven ball, I still had four balls on the table. I knew it was time.
He noticed my hands as I gathered my lavender blouse just above my tiny, silver, double heart belt buckle. Slowly, I began to untuck my blouse.
I pretended not to hear his sigh as I stepped to the table. I lined up on my ten ball and missed the shot. A little smile spread over his face as he stepped back up.
I placed my cue stick against the wall and began to unbutton my blouse starting at the bottom. Slowly, I worked my way up as I focused on the red felt table. I could feel his eyes on me. When he took aim on the cue ball, I spread my blouse open. My breast were covered by a lavender satin bra.
I heard the sound of the bad connection of his stick to the cue ball. That's when I made eye contact with him. His went to my filled bra as I walked to the table.
He watched as I lined up each shot, one after another. First the fourteen ball, the ten, then the two and finally the four. As I chalked up I watched him. He gave me a daring little wink. I made sure he had a perfect view of my breast. I lined up my shot on the eight. Tapping the ball but just a little too much. I scratched.
I placed the stick on the table and moved to the wall. I bent my knee and placed the heel of my white roper to the floor.