Jake sat at the bar sipping a beer, surveying his surroundings and trying to decide if there was anything remotely interesting happening when he spotted two women playing a game of pool. He watched the two girls playing for a while, bantering back and forth and giggling. He rolled his eyes. Why did the hot girls always have to travel in packs that made them as irritating as possible? He spent a few minutes studying their features. A tall blonde with blue eyes and thin face wore a low-cut top but really didn't have enough cleavage to be showing it off, but she did have nice long legs. The other was shorter, also blonde, but obviously not a natural blonde, with brown eyes and slightly more curvy, a little on the heavy side. Jake watched them play for a few more minutes, deciding neither of them had any real skill at the game and then went back to his beer and people watching, ignoring the two girls for the most part.
He had perused the rest of the bar when a third woman at the pool table caught his attention. This one different than the other two, as she was obviously there to play a game of pool, declining to partake in the other two women's banter. She was about as tall as the taller of the two blondes, long tan legs, more muscular than the tallest blonde, muscles flexing as she went on tiptoe to make a shot, short black skirt riding up her thigh a bit. Jake licked his lips, intently watching her every move. He watched her lean over the pool table to make a shot, voluptuous breasts straining at the tight halter-top she was wearing.
Jake ordered another beer and made some small talk with another man watching the game as well. He glanced over to the pool table, she was now leaning on a bar table, beer in hand, legs crossed as she waited for her turn. He blinked as she lifted her arms to the back of her head pulling long rich chocolate brown hair into a ponytail at the base of her neck. Her arms lifted exposed a beautiful stomach as flat and lean as could be. She was stunning. He watched her sink her last ball without making a real effort and then casually sink the eight ball. She smiled sweetly as she shook the other woman's hand, thanking both of them for allowing her to play, then grabbed her beer and turned to the bar, hips swinging as she walked.
She sat at the opposite end of the bar, crossing her legs and polishing off her beer. Jake smiled and thought a pool-playing, beer-drinking hottie a rarity indeed. He grinned to himself thinking he had to get to know her better. Jake paused for a minute, worried he had lost his chance when a man walked up to her and made small talk. She seemed receptive to the chitchat. Jake sighed as he watched her, smiling and talking with the other man politely but not really giving him any cues she was interested in anything else. He quickly lost interest in her and took a seat near the two blondes still playing pool. Jake ordered another beer and took a few sips before deciding to approach her.
He paused as he watched her get up to use the restroom. Perfect, he thought. He made his way to the restroom after her, but waited outside the hallway until she came out of the restroom. When he noticed her come out of the door he started down the hallway, bumping into her.
"I am so sorry," he apologized.
She paused and looked at him, eyes narrowing.
"Oh come on, that was lame," she teased.
He was taken aback, surprised she called his bluff and not quite sure what to do next. Jake took a deep breath and decided to come clean; she was obviously not going to play that game.
"A little bit," he admitted, "but can you blame me?"
"No I can't," she agreed, smiling warmly.
"I'm Jake." He extended his hand.
"Nikki," she said as she shook his hand.
"So Jake, do you normally chase women to the bathroom to hit on them?"
"Only the hot ones," he said with a smile.
A warm blush bloomed across her cheeks "Thank you." Jake nodded and asked if he could get her a drink. She accepted his offer and followed him to a booth in the corner of the bar.
As they made small talk for the majority of the evening, Jake noticed how truly beautiful she was. She had a pretty face and long brown hair just covering hard nipples staring blindly at him through the tight shirt. She had wonderfully deep hazel eyes and perfectly manicured nails. He found her warm, inviting, and interesting. He sighed as they talked.
She paused mid-sentence. "Is there something wrong?" she inquired, concern in her voice. "I hope I'm not boring you."
"Not all. You're a lot different then most of the women I speak with."
"Oh I see, normally your tits don't have brains," she said flatly. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"I normally don't get a chance to find out. Women find me irresistible," he teased. She groaned and rolled her eyes.
