We meet at the usual parking lot and you tell me you feel like playing pool again. You drive to the same seedy pool hall from last month. I wonder if the bartender who watched you fuck me in the parking lot will be there again. I can't tell if you have anything planned but it wouldn't matter anyway. I am unable to deny you any more.
The bartender is there, and I can tell he recognizes us by the grin on his face. You smile, too, because you know he liked watching. We barely had our first game set up when a woman approached us.
"Hello handsome," she said as she kissed your cheek. And then turned to look at me, "Is this your new girl?"
"Yes, it is, this is my whore," you tell her bluntly. I drop my eyes from embarassment, not yet being used to hearing you tell others who I am. You pull me close and with both my hands pinned behind me, kiss me fully on the lips. I gasp when you release me, I love your kisses so much.
"May I join you tonight?" the woman asks.
"Why don't the two of you play?" you suggest. "I'd like to watch."
The first few shots of the game are just like any other, and I suspect nothing. On my third shot, she suggests giving me some pointers. She stands behind me, helping me hold the pool cue, and I can feel her hot breath on my neck. She pulls me closer, and groans softly when i bend over to take the shot. Startled, I don't even hit the cue ball. She laughs and suggests I try it again. She is behind me, her left hand on my stomach, pulling me tight against her. I miss the shot when her hand slides down between my legs.
I look at you for your reaction, and see you smilng. "Keep going, my little whore, this is what I want," you explain.