A better player

I was the best pool player. But one of my friends told me about a new guy who was always winning, “he never misses, and always win. He even has all these hot chicks around him, we call them, his groupies”. I went to the billiards with the intention of winning. I saw him play, he was kind of average, but he only played against his groupies. “Hey dude! want to play against me? we can bet to make it interesting” I told him, “no thanks, not interested” he said. “Well, are you afraid I will win? and all your groupies will leave you for a real man?” I insisted. “Ok fine, if you insist. But no bet.”

I grabbed a cue, and a piece of chalk. I felt a little light headed. I don’t know what it was. But I looked at my hand, and it somehow looked different. After applying some chalk to the cue tip, I blew it. I walked towards the table, I felt my breasts bouncing, and my ass swaying. This red blouse did really show my assets quite well. I couldn’t believe James had agreed to play against me, I have such a crush on him. I don’t care if I win or lose, I just want to take him home afterwards.


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