A game of Pool

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor (7-6 Darva)

Laughter bubbled from my lips. "Are you distracted, Darva?" Perhaps you would like an extra shot...just to even the odds?" I was pushing it, but if she got angry, the game was mine. Even for a drink, the competitive juices bubbled unabated.

Before looking over the table, I moved a millimeter closer than I had before when I breathed on her neck. I reached out slowly - my intentions plain. The fingers of my left hand slid along the curve of her jaw and then, so slowly it was almost imperceptible movement, drifted over her lovely neck and brushed the hollow of her throat. I waited......anticipating her answer...or reaction. For the first time in my life, I was disinterested in the game...... As I touched her I leaned closer and whispered, "......." (very quietly)

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

The cigar smoke drifting from a nearby table, mingled with the raw scent of leather was enough to invoke a natural response to this smell that reminded me of previous nocturnal flings.

His intentions were quite plain and he made no attempt to hide his interest as he gazed longingly at my lips, encased in a iridescent silver gloss. Curving them into a metallic grin, I returned his wandering touch with a light caress of my own on his ass, the tips of my fingers scratching at the material.

Turning away from him and feigning disinterest, I perched myself out of reach on an unoccupied table.

“Focus on your game...not your trophy...”

(7-6 Darva)

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor (7-6 Darva)

....'what a minx,' I thought as I turned to the table and studied.... A quick stroke spun the thirteen into the corner. Unfortunately, my play with Darva had distracted me. The cue was screened enough by the solid to make the shot on the eight impossible. Knowing that her task was relatively easy, I tapped the cue to the solid....calling "safe."

I raised my eyes from the table and - with my palm open - pointed to the table. "your shot, Darva." I wondered to myself if my subconcious had caused the miss. If it had, was the objective to lull yet another sucker into a serious game, or was it something entirely different............

(7-7)

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

I gave him one of my infamous sultry smiles, sliding my hand down the cue stick in a suggestive rhythm with my words, pulling it eye level to shoot.

“Thor, doll, don’t take pity on me and let me win easily...”

I said as I examined the table. It would have surprised me if he hadn't let me win on purpose, for despite the fact I knew I could hold my own, he had been much more of an aggressive player on his previous shots. And although I could just chalk it up - no pun intended - to a gentlemanly need to be courteous, I had a feeling he had other plans in mind.

Balancing myself on one foot, I purposely leaned over him to align the cue ball neatly with eight, calling the shot with a dismissive gesture towards the intended pocket. A light tap and the game was mine. Turning my full attention to him now, I finished the sentence I had purposely left hanging.

“...don’t you know a girl who likes it rough when you see one?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

I stepped close to her.....as she leaned back against the table....a smile that might be a smirk on her face...I cupped her chin in my hand....unexpected, judging by the expression on her face. "Rough you say, we will see.. Now then, are you ready for your prize?"

As I spoke, I released her chin and ran the backs of two of my fingers over the swell of her right breast....the room was not crowded, but certainly not deserted enoght to do what had flashed through my mind when she spoke....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

Hefting the cue stick in my right hand, I trailed it down his chest, forcing him away. With an arch of my eyebrows and a smirk on my lips, I nodded my ascent.

“I could use a Cosmo with Absolut & lime right about now...”

Releasing the commanding grip I held on the cue stick, I leaned closer, whispering in a conspiratorial tone.

“Hope it won’t impair my judgement too much...”

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

......stepping back, I bowed and offered my hand. At the same time I called to my bartender friend "Cosmo and Absolut with a twist of lime.....and another of my usual."

Turning to Darva I said, "Somehow, I think your judgement is always unimpaired....."

The room had become devoid of all activity....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Darva

I thanked Thor with a chaste kiss on his cheek, not needing to stand on tiptoes thanks to my low slung, high heeled white backless sandals, my breath trickling over him in a silent encouragement. Raising my eyebrow in a gesture meant for him to interpret any way he wanted, I replied smoothly to his comment, lacing my voice with enough irony that he too could appreciate it.

“That’s a good thing then, isn’t it? A naive young thing like myself could get herself into a helluva lot of trouble...running off with the first guy she sinks her claws into...”