My husband decided we were going bowling with his best friend. I don't care for it, and I know it'll end up being those two drinking as the toss the ball down the lanes. I went alone with it even though I wasn't really given a choice. What really irks me is that we're old and fat so he'll be moaning for the next two weeks about how sore he is. He better not expect my 300 pound frame to be tossing a ball all night. I know I'm too far out of shape for that.
Thankfully he accepts when I say I'm not bowling so I wear a blouse and skirt hoping to be at least sexy for him to see. I just sit there watching them both getting really bored by the second. Since neither one is even talking to me I feel like a third wheel.
"I'm going to go see what games they have." I tell him.
"Okay. Have fun. We'll be here."
"Dude, I still don't know why you married that bitch." His buddy says as I walk away.
"I don't know." Is the last thing I hear as I walk away really pissing me off.
I play a few games, but mostly just try not to punch something. The Whack-a-Mole game was out of order, but I sure could have used it. Rather quickly I make my way to the bar for a strong one. I figure if he doesn't know why he married me he can go home alone until he figures it out. I'll just sit here and get drunk. At least as drunk as twenty bucks will get me. The bar is empty and the drinks go down good. The money doesn't last long at all, but I have a good buzz going so I sip my last drink. The lone man who was sitting at the bar bought me a shot. I thanked him and drank it. He walked over asking if I shot pool.
"I have, but I'm no good at it."
"Let's play, and I'll buy your next drink."
Another drink? I'm in! I think slamming down the last swallow of the drink I had. The bartender brings me another as I walk in the back of the room to the table with him. We talk while we play, and I tell him my husband is bowling with his buddy so I'm just here being bored.
"So why the heavy drinking?"
"Nothing better to do."
"I know that's not true. A pretty woman like yourself doesn't drink like that unless there's a reason. You can tell me. I'm just a stranger with no ties either way."
"He and his friend can go blow each other! Let's just leave it at that."
"Tell me how you really feel." He jokes.
We shoot a game, and surprisingly I win. He buys me a shot and another drink when we return to the bar. We chat for a bit before I go to check on my husband. They're still bowling, and his buddy is still an ass. I return, and the guy is one of three at the bar now.
"Buy a girl a drink?" I ask smiling. "You don't have to. Honestly, I'm tipsy enough. I'm just joking."
By that point there's another drink in front of me,
"Trying to get me drunk?"
"From what I seen as you walked away I'd gladly get you drunk if it meant seeing that ass again."
"You guys are all the same." I laugh.
"I tell you what. Since you just found out I'm like any other guy and you didn't run how about we play a game of pool?"
"Another one? Sure."
We played again, and I was winning. I had one more ball to go while he had four. That was when he stopped.
It was my turn when he said, "Let's make this interesting shall we?"
"What are you thinking?"
"If you win I'll buy your drinks until you go, but if I win you have to let me take off your panties and keep them. Deal?"
"You are just like the rest. I'm a married woman, and this is a public place. Why would I take that deal?"
"You may be married, but he's with his asshole buddy ignoring you. This may be a public place, but we're in the back of the room so nobody will see. You'd take the deal because you have one ball, I have four, it's your shot, and if you sink it you'll drink for free until you go."
"Not cheap drinks either." I say smiling.
"Anything you want. Deal?"
"Sure, why not? The ball is right next to the hole. It's a gimme shot."
I line up the shot, and hit the cue ball fully expecting the game to be over. It hits the eight ball causing the eight to spin, and I watch as it tips the side of the pocket deflecting away.
"Ooo. Tough luck pretty lady. Looks like it's my turn."
I have to admit the thought of a strange man who I don't even know the name of taking my underwear is definitely turning me on something fierce. I have to sink the last ball when it's my turn again or he'll find out how soaked my panties are from thinking about it. I watch closely as he takes aim. One ball sinks in. Then two, and three. The fourth ball is a banking shot. A hard one at that. In it goes. Now we're both after the eight.
"Miss it, miss it, miss it." I mumble under my breath.
I shoot, and in it goes.
"Looks like I won." He says walking up to me.
I set my cue on the table and he walks behind me grabbing my hips.
"Best two out of three?" I ask feeling him lifting my skirt.
"I'm thinking it's time to pay up." He says as my skirt pops over my ass.
