She wasn’t single but you didn’t care. The fact that she was with your friend didn’t stop you either. He was away and the two of them were hanging out together playing a game of pool.
**Her:** *”Bet you won’t make this shot.”* she taunted.
Lining up, he took the shot, attempting to sink the corner ball. She positioned herself directly across the table, attempting to distract him for a miss. At the last moment, a lapse in thought on her part perhaps, she flashed him, effectively detracting for a win. He dropped his head, disappointed that her timely act had worked on him.
That was the first time she’d ever flashed anyone before and was surprised it worked. She wasn’t normally that type of girl -her perky little b-cups were her little secret -and her man, who happened to be *his* best friend.
She took aim for her shot. She slipped, skinning the white ball which caused it to spin off into the pocket. *”Your turn.”*
“*Wait, wait, wait. There’s a penalty for putting that ball in the hole.” he shot back.* *^(1)*
*”Pull up your sweater. This time, long enough for me to get a good look at you.”* Reluctantly she pulled up her shirt, looking away while you oggled her, hiding her guilt. It wasn’t a big ask, but it set a new precident.
She had to get you back, but she didn’t know how. She was determined to win but the struggle in her mind had ruined her game. She actually sunk a couple of balls over the next turn without even placing bets, later realizing she’d gotten nothing. Now at least she was ahead and gaining confidence.
She took swig of her drink, dancing about in a preemptive victory dance, shaking her butt around the whole time you were lining up to put a ball in.
**Tom:** *”I’ll bet you a hundred bucks.”*
**Her:** *”Bet my ass…”* she said snarkily, immediate regretting her words as she realized the ulterior meaning. She’d just meant it in rebuttable -to say she wouldn’t bet.
She’d fight to take it back, negotiating a way out. There were eight balls left on the table. One his, the eight ball and the white cue ball. The other five were hers and it was her turn.
**The consequence of Oral:** a mouth full of cum. Luckily not the worst of consequences; but she didn’t like it. Then it was his turn. If he wins, it’s her pussy on the line.
The consequence of giving up her vagina? ***He couldn’t help it. She got pregnant.***
^(1) *I”ll let you fill in the blanks. We could roleplay if you’d like.*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m4uglz/making_bets_on_a_game_of_pool_with_a_friend