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buycurious[Erin hadn't meant for things to - end up like this. Then again, she hadn't even planned on any of this. Her friends had just roped her into their scheme - 'they know our faces by now, but a new girl might distract them,' 'you've got those big boobs that the guys go crazy for,' 'we've been buying you clothes and dinner with our money, so it's only fair, right?'
And Erin had protested - that she didn't want to get involved in shady stuff like this, that she'd paid for her share of most of those things - but in the end, she didn't have that much of a spine. Or that loud of a voice. And there were three of her friends, and only one of her, and she liked her friends. And they'd promised her things would be fine, that their little schemes went off without a hitch no matter what.
So she'd been dragged out here, forced to put on a one-piece dress that showed way too much of her cleavage and way too much of her thighs, and just. Made to watch. While they lost the game.
'Ten dollars.'
'Twenty dollars.'
'Ehh, our buddy Erin over there... she gets kinda lonely... maybe she'll show you her boobs, too...?'
And she'd blushed and stammered and tried to leave, but in the end, she'd been made to accept that as a bet. And from that point on, her friends had started anteing up her body. A kiss, the chance to actually touch her boobs, a blowjob, a titfuck -
'Aren't you guys supposed to start winning now...?'
'I'm - trying, you idiot, but he's... look, it'll be fine.'
Actual sex.
It wasn't fine.
Raw sex, no condom.
It really wasn't fine.
Erin would be his for an entire night.
The last ball sunk into the pocket. Erin felt her throat drop along with it.]
Uhm, I - I should really - ['Sit down, you idiot, do you want him to call the cops?
'Look, he's kinda hot,'
'Just put up with it,']
H, hold on - [And they were already leaving it - this room, off to the side, where they'd played their pool game.
And that guy was still there. And Erin. Erin...]
I - I don't have any money, but I can pay you back in... in a month or so, honest, so can we - can we call it off? They'd had a bit to drink you know, haha... uhm... I mean, I've never been with anybody, so it probably wouldn't be that... good...
And Erin had protested - that she didn't want to get involved in shady stuff like this, that she'd paid for her share of most of those things - but in the end, she didn't have that much of a spine. Or that loud of a voice. And there were three of her friends, and only one of her, and she liked her friends. And they'd promised her things would be fine, that their little schemes went off without a hitch no matter what.
So she'd been dragged out here, forced to put on a one-piece dress that showed way too much of her cleavage and way too much of her thighs, and just. Made to watch. While they lost the game.
'Ten dollars.'
'Twenty dollars.'
'Ehh, our buddy Erin over there... she gets kinda lonely... maybe she'll show you her boobs, too...?'
And she'd blushed and stammered and tried to leave, but in the end, she'd been made to accept that as a bet. And from that point on, her friends had started anteing up her body. A kiss, the chance to actually touch her boobs, a blowjob, a titfuck -
'Aren't you guys supposed to start winning now...?'
'I'm - trying, you idiot, but he's... look, it'll be fine.'
Actual sex.
It wasn't fine.
Raw sex, no condom.
It really wasn't fine.
Erin would be his for an entire night.
The last ball sunk into the pocket. Erin felt her throat drop along with it.]
Uhm, I - I should really - ['Sit down, you idiot, do you want him to call the cops?
'Look, he's kinda hot,'
'Just put up with it,']
H, hold on - [And they were already leaving it - this room, off to the side, where they'd played their pool game.
And that guy was still there. And Erin. Erin...]
I - I don't have any money, but I can pay you back in... in a month or so, honest, so can we - can we call it off? They'd had a bit to drink you know, haha... uhm... I mean, I've never been with anybody, so it probably wouldn't be that... good...
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Date: 2017-08-28 06:31 pm (UTC)[His response was as sly as his smile. He'd started the game realizing they were trying to pull one over. He would have stopped long ago but they kept making more tempting offers. In the end they had him roped, one game after the next.
Some of it might have been luck but a lot of it was skill. He played harder than he had in a long time. In the end it all paid off though.
He let the girls leave their friend behind and he let his gaze follow them out before turning it on Erin. Where as she was dressed in that all too tempting dress, he had on a wine colored button up shirt, dark slacks, nice shoes and a few expensive accessories. No wonder they raised the price on him so high.
The man with with the skills now had the rest of his night to consider.
All plans were canceled.
It was just him and her.]
It's alright though, I'll take good care of you and make sure you get home safe in the morning. Better care then those two did, right?
[He talked nice but he slowly backed her towards the pool table, cornering any chance she had of walking past. When her back end bumped the edge, both his hands went to the table to her sides, penning her in as he leaned close.
His face only inches from her own.]
Why don't you start by showing me how you'd handle a stick?
[Of course he wouldn't take her all the way, not here.]
Turn around, bend over and try to take aim for the 11.
[There was a stick on the table behind her, and the balls her friends left on the table. With how close he was if she bent over he'd be right up against her.]
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Date: 2017-08-28 06:50 pm (UTC)This close, she could smell him. He even smelled kind of rich, whatever cologne or shampoo or - whatever - clearly very expensive. And he wasn't sweating any with nerves. Unlike Erin, who could feel her hands shaking slightly against the pool table as she ducked her eyes away from his. She couldn't even reach up to adjust her glasses, with how closely he was pinning her to the table.
'How she'd handle a stick.]
A... mm. I should... [Her voice is mousy, nervous, and afraid, even just from this - she was basically born to be a patsy.
So, slowly, she turns around, rear brushing against his front. She reached for the pool cue, something she'd never done in her life, and scanned the table until she found the 11. Slowly, she leaned forward.
Then jumped up straight when she realized she was grinding against him.]
T, that one? I've never done this before, so you might want to clear out... I might hit you with the back of the stick?
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Date: 2017-08-29 04:09 am (UTC)[As she jumped back up from having been in such a nice position, he put a hand on her shoulder and firmly bent her back over. His other hand moved over her own at the back end of the stick. He even made a show of shifting his hips and lightly grinding his crotch into her rear.]
Now, the most important part of the game is a steady grip.
[He bent over her, his body spooning hers, his chest against her back. He moved both hands to cover her own over the stick, moving into position and safely away from jabbing him.]
Now, all you have to do is hold this position and whatever you do, do not move. Understand?
[He slowly released his grip, leaving her bent over and holding lined up for a shot. As he did so he saw her phone on the table and he deftly swiped it, letting it fall into his pocket. Without that she wasn't calling for help at least.
He took a moment more before he moved his hips from her rear and seemingly gave her a little space. That was, until his hand moved to rest on her rear.]
Think you can hold this position even with distractions?