I had gone out to dinner with Mike, Bill, and Chris, three of my friends from work. Well sort of. At one time we had all worked together, but eventually all of us had left the company for greener pastures. We still got together occasionally. They were a lot of fun to be with, and I enjoyed their company.
After dinner, we wandered around down town for a while. At about 11:00 we decided to play a few games of pool. Mike knew a place close by that he liked, and he managed to get us there with out getting lost too many times. When we got there, the place was fairly empty. I bought some balls, and Mike asked if we could use the tables downstairs.
The rest of us didn't know anything about a downstairs, so we just followed Mike. He led us down a little set of stairs into a smaller room which was underground. There were four tables set up down here, but only one of them was being used. Two girls were playing a game on it. We took the table next to them.
Since I had paid for the balls, I decided I was playing the first game. Mike went for beer, and Bill wanted to watch the first game, so I played Chris. I knew it was going to be a short game. I was a decent player, but Chris was truly excellent. I broke and knocked in a ball, but missed my next shot. That made it Chris's turn. He knocked in five balls before missing one. I went again and missed my shot. Then Chris came back and knocked in the rest of his, followed by some insanely complex bank shot where he sank the eight.
I played Bill next. I lost that game as well, but it was not nearly so one sided. That one had come down to us both shooting for the eight. Neither of us ever sank it, but I did manage to scratch the que ball as we tried.
Now Mike wanted to play. Bill wanted a beer, so Mike got me. The game started off well for me. For a while I thought I was going to soundly beat him. But then I knocked the eight in and lost it. It never ceases to amaze me how you can try to knock the other balls in and they never seem to go. But if you look at the eight sideways, it will fall in a pocket.
At this point I decided that it wasn't my night. I got myself a beer and sat down to watch the next game. But I quickly found that I was more interested in the women next to us than my friends game. I was feeling chatty, and they were willing to talk. One of them was named Tracy. She was a petite girl with bleach blond hair, and a nice set of legs. The other was Beth, a slightly taller girl with long brown hair which flowed about half way down her back. It naturally drew attention toward her round ass, which was being show off nicely by the mini skirt she was wearing. She was bare footed, having placed her heels under the table. I assumed she had taken them off because she played better with out them. I tried to imagine what she looked like in them.
I watched them play for a while. Beth was flirting with me. I enjoyed it. She would stand in front of me, lining up her shots, taking great care to bend over and raise one leg off the ground just enough that I could almost, but not quite get a glimpse of her ass peeking out from under her mini skirt.
At some point, probably about 12:30, Tracy decided she had to leave. I didn't want Beth to leave with her, so I asked her if she wanted to play a game with me. She thought about it for a second and waived bye to Tracy. She racked up the balls and said the obligatory "I'm not very good at this, I just play for fun," line.
Beth broke and knocked one in. She was reasonably good, about the same as me, which made it fun to play her. She was also now shamelessly flirting, and that was a blast.
The game came down to the eight ball. We both took a few shots at it, but she was the one to knock it in.
"Want to play again?" she inquired, gloating at me.
"Sure," I said.
I watched her rack the balls back up and an idea came to me. "Hey, it might make the game a little more exciting if we bet a little," I suggested.
