What Would You Do For Love?

A Night Out: Part 3

Just then a guy walked up to our table. He was a bit scruffy-looking with two day stubble on his face and clothes that looked like they had been slept in. Behind him was a tall blonde woman. Her high heels made her look even taller. She wore a short bright red dress that barely went passed her thighs with black tights, and here I thought I looked a little slutty.

"Are you Butch?" the man asked getting our attention.

"What's it to you?" Butch said nonchalantly as he took another drink of his beer.

"I heard you're the best pool hustler around," he said leaning on Butch's chair. "I say ya ain't."

"I'm in no mood for a game now," Butch said looking the guy straight in the eye. "Look I'm here relaxing with my girl, so go take a walk."

"You scared I might beat you?" the man said. "And show you up in front of the lady."

"That a challenge?" Butch asked. His eyes looked so intense.

"I got $500 saying I can beat you," the guy said. "We could make this interesting, you and your girl against me and mine. Winner gets a grand."

"You got that kind of money?" Butch asked not really believing the guy was serious. Then I saw him drop another $500 on the table.

"Sorry, but I'm not working tonight," he said.

"Wait a minute," I whispered over to him. "That's a lot of money."

"So," he said. "Besides if he's serious he must be good. I don't want to get you into..."

"I can play," I said. "So why not?"

"Are you sure?" he whispered back to me. I nodded back to him.

"Okay, you got yourself a deal," Butch said and got up from his seat. "So what's the name?"

"Randy and this is my girl Charlotte," Randy said. "So be prepared to lose you money."

"I was about to tell you the same thing," Butch said.

He dropped a wad of bills on the table. I guessed enough to match the bet. I wondered where he got all that money, but with a guy like Butch maybe I didn't want to know. He led me over to the pool table along with Randy and Charlotte.

We flipped a coin to see who would break. We won, but Randy and Charlotte insisted I make the first move. Butch looked a little nervous as I took my stance. I laid all my concentration on the ball the made my shot. I looked over at Butch who looked stunned.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I told you I could play." I hit three balls before I missed one, and it was Charlotte's turn. Butch put his arm around my waist as we watched her play. She hit the first ball but missed the second.

Butch took his turn as a crowd gathered around. They were cheering every time he sunk a ball. I saw Charlotte lift her leg and pull her tights up her thighs. So that was her game. Distract the other player into making a mistake. Well, two could play that game. Butch was on his fourth ball when he missed, and now it was Randy's turn.

"It is hot in here?" I asked. I took out a piece of ice out of my beer glass and dabbed in on my chest rolling it across my skin, and what was left of it I put into my mouth and let it melt down my throat. Randy was watching the whole time. "Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to shoot?"

I looked over at Charlotte who looked livid. I thought steam was about to come out of her ears. Randy took his shoot but missed. Some champ, I thought, missing such an easy ball.

"I guess it's my turn," I said and picked up my pool stick.

"What was that all about?" Butch whispered into my ear.

"You'll see," I said giving him a devilish grin. I took my shot and sank it. There were two balls left on the table. I made my next call and concentrated. It was an easy one, and I made the shot with little trouble.

"You get this last one and we'll win," Butch whispered to me. "You think you can do it?"

"Yeah, just keep everyone quiet," I said. I concentrated hard. I blocked out everything. It was just me, the pool table and the ball I aimed to sink. I took my stance and made my move. It was all or nothing at this point. I took my shot and time seemed to slow down. I watched the ball roll down towards the corner pocket and slowly drop in.

Immediately the noise from the onlookers brought me back to reality. I felt Butch's arms around me as he kissed my neck. Randy and Charlotte looked pissed, but I didn't care. We won the game, and Butch picked up the money. He took five $100 bills and handed them to me.

"What's this?" I asked looking confused.

"Your cut," he said. "You did half the work, so half the money is yours."

"Are you sure?" I asked him.

"Yeah, you take that money and buy yourself something nice," he said and then pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "Something hot and sexy."