Life Lessons

[xTerrax]

The silence in the room was overwhelming by the time that I picked up the cue stick and stood at the edge of the pool table. I grinned at him with sheer determination and didn't let the silence bug me in the slightest. Truth was, I was nervous - which was odd, considering that I was the most confidant woman anyone could possibly come across. But how could I be right now? I mean everyone was watching us.

http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j341/bubblegumcrush/1c7f6194-6b23-4608-ac63-42c86e1ad9c9_zps05d01190.jpg
...​

Oh right, I should probably start from the beginning. Hi, my name is Amanda Smith. I was your every day eighteen year old freshman in college. Okay, so maybe "every day" freshman was a bit of a stretch. I was gifted, everyone knew that much. I was always, since primary school, a step ahead of everyone else. I was at my second semester at this point and my GPA was a perfect 4.0. Imagine that? That, put together with my insanely good extra-curricular record (I was captain of the school's volleyball team already and was basically in charge of one of the student residence buildings) I was sure to get into medical school if I could just keep this up. I was so impressive that everyone on campus seemed to keep their eyes on me.

http://i461.photobucket.com/albums/qq331/woefoe/b0bb724b-db31-4b59-9c30-60f5053469bd_zps17df239e.jpg​

Okay so that might be best attributed because I was considered pretty damn attractive. I must have been the only naturally blonde girl around this part of California and had the most sculptured body imaginable. What? I considered my body a temple and a temple that had to be taken care of. I had a perfect diet of meat and vegetables, had the most perfect workout routine and my fit body and abs showed it. My only regret is that no matter how much I worked out, my shapely large butt never shrunk in size, despite the rest of my body being perfectly capable of losing fat (in fact, I had a D cup back in high school and it shrunk to a modest 38C now). Well, whatever.

Anyway, back to what I was saying...

It all started on one Wednesday morning. I got up, made my bed, picked out my clothes for the day before doing my squats and stationary bike routine (both were done under the privacy of my own room so I was glad that I was safe from the prying eyes of others. Everyone at the gym tends to stare at you, if you haven't noticed it happening to you already). When I was done, I showered and checked my laptop. I loved posting pictures on Instagram and Twitter, so naturally I always checked in the morning whether I got a reply or something, even if I always never commented back at people. So, that's when I saw this picture of mine:

http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j341/bubblegumcrush/ee04457d-4764-42a7-9a03-bfa20b5478a7_zpsc6572097.jpg
"AmyCollegeStudent: I love nothing more than a good morning routine"​

The replies?

NatalieForever: Omg, nice!
92xRebecca: So jealous :-(
Bryan09102: You go girl!
Damien72: Nothing I'd like more than you on my lap.

Yeah, there's a reason why I emphasized that last comment. It came from Damien Washington - the biggest scumbag that I must have ever come across. He lived in the student residence that I was in charge of too. There were so many things wrong with that man, that I don't even know where to begin - namely, for one, he was a little older than everyone else...about twenty years older than myself, if he wasn't lying about his age to begin with. Secondly, he represented all that I disliked - he was a tad overweight, never went to class (we had one humanities course together, if I remember correctly) and there was always something 'off' with him that I just couldn't put my finger on.

How I wished to kick him out of the residency (the girls here would thank me for it) but unfortunately, he paid his dues on time and had some sort of connection with the school's administration. Otherwise, I'm sure our complaints would have hit them by now. I know that he works for the school as a janitor or something part-time but that couldn't possibly be it.

Aside from disliking the man, I never had much contact with him - not that I ever would want to, he was a huge creep. That is, until Jamie Winchester, the richest girl on campus, invited practically every student into the biggest party imaginable. It was all in some mansion her parents had about twenty minutes away from school and I'd be crazy not to go. Why? Nothing to do with the booze or games like everyone else who intended to go, but because of the connections. Jamie's family were very much attached to Harvard (my dream school) and I'd have to be crazy not to go and try to impress her somehow. So the entire morning, aside from working out, was devoted to wondering whether I wore the right clothes or not - a long sleeve red shirt with square patterns, grey tight yoga pants (I hated these but Jamie practically always wore these) and simple running shoes. Jamie, despite being rich, was a cozy simple kind of girl so I figured that dressing the same way as her would work out to my favor.

So, I did go to the party and you know what? Jamie was nowhere to be found. There were hundreds of people everywhere and I had to make my way to a small recreation room with about twelve students in order to break free from the crowds of horny drunk guys and overly loose women. Sheesh.

And who did I see there?

Freaking Damien.

"Oh great." I said, as he walked towards me with a grin on his face "Um, I just hope you know that I'm a little on edge right now so I can't pretend to like you."

"That's fine by me. But you gotta pass the time somehow. How about a game of pool?"

I had to fight the urge to grimace, but he had a point. I'd drive myself crazy by just sitting down with nothing to do so I agreed. "Sure, why not?" as I was just about to walk to the pool table when he grabbed my left arm. "What?" I said with utter impatience.

"How about a few wagers before we start?"

Great.

I stared at him in disbelief for a second but then several thoughts came to me - one, I was pretty much a master at pool so I was guaranteed to win. Secondly, I could use this to my own advantage and get him to finally leave me alone forever.

With a smile, I said: "Okay, how's this for a wager? If I win, you leave me alone. No more weird comments to my pictures or comments in the hallway."

Much to my surprise, he smiled too.

"Okay, and if I win, you set that sweet ass of yours on my lap." he stated, standing proud and jutting his beer belly to my direction. He gave me that all too familiar perverted grin and I shut my eyes for a second.

"Fine!" I replied instantly out of embarrassment and anger.

So that pretty much sets you up to date. Now for that game of pool and the start of this stupid party.

 

[StFornicate]

I had a pretty sweet gig going on. A good twenty years ago, I aced my college placement exams; the ACT, the SAT, perfect scores in each. I was a fucking prodigy, and full-ride scholarships started pouring in before I knew it.

Naturally, I chose to go to the college that had the reputation for having the hottest bitches, and the best parties. All my classes were a breeze. Granted, maybe I was a little too smart for my own good. I didn't really have any friends to speak of. It's not my fault I was light-years ahead of everyone else intellectually!

Regardless, I wasn't the most... employable person around. I tried to find jobs, even started a few, but invariably I would lose them because I was way more intelligent than my supposed "superiors" and had no problem telling them as much.

So I tried for another degree, and again, no problem. School was a piece of cake! If only I could just be a student full-time...

It really didn't take a lot of digging to find just the right bit of information to hold over the college president's head to ensure my perpetual enrollment and a full-ride scholarship including classes, room, and board.

I didn't mind living in the dorm. Enjoyed it, actually. No matter how much older I got, there were always these eighteen year old freshmen wandering around in skimpy outfits. Invariably, every year, I would latch on to a new little slut. They always started off sweet and innocent, or some variation thereof.

By the time I was done, they were little more than a shell of their former selves. This was my payback to women, for spurning me all those years when I was a young adult. My revenge.

And did I ever enjoy it.

It would usually take them a good few sessions before their pussies were adjusted to my cock; it was a monster, and probably my only redeeming sexual quality.

I had latched on to Amanda rather quickly. The bitch was fit as hell but she had this fucking bubble butt that was just out of this world! She would be my conquest... and by the time I was done with her, she'd be begging her parents to transfer her back home to the podunk little community college in wherever the fuck she came from.

Like I cared.

I walked past her, behind her, as she leaned over to fire the cue ball and start our little game of pool. I gave her big fat ass a hearty smack as I passed her.

"Look at that fat ass jiggle!" I proclaimed!

 

[xTerrax]

Okay, so I'd just have to do this and he'd be out of my life forever. No big deal right? It was actually pretty lucky for me that we were playing pool over something like darts; this was a game that my father loved and therefore I practice the hell out of when I was just a little girl...

There why the hell was I so nervous? There was no way in hell that this dumb-ass was going to be any good at a game like pool.

I leaned over slightly to the pool table and aimed the cue stick towards the white ball. I carefully aimed; I was only breaking but if I did well here, I could end the game as soon as possible...


*SMACK*

I fired my shot but at the same time, the sound of his hand hitting my plump derriere echoed throughout the small room. A loud gasp escaped my lips too, as with disbelief of the situation, I simply stayed in place there and heard him say out to the people watching my cheeks jiggling ever so slightly in my thin yoga pants:

"Look at that fat ass jiggle!"

Angry, I simply got up and slapped the cue stick to the side of his right arm. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I was so fired up, I even forgot to see the result of my shot.

 

[StFornicate]

She swung the cue stick at me and hit me in the arm; it bounced off harmlessly. I chuckled. "What? Nothing's wrong with me," I replied.

"You're the one with the fat ass who can't sink a ball," I said, nodding at the table. Indeed, she had failed to sink any of the balls, so it was up to my next shot to determine who would be stripes, and who would be solids. I walked past her, chalking my cue as I went.

I perused the table, but Amanda's fuming wasn't lost on me. Not in the slightest. The bet we'd made on the game was really of little consequence; it was early enough in the school year, I could easily find another dumb broad. It also would not be too terribly difficult to worm my way back into her life, either.

I looked at my shots. It all became crystal clear in an instant. The whole table, laid out like a puzzle, and far too easy to solve. The only trick was making the shots.

I leaned over, lining up my first shot. "Care to raise the stakes?" I asked her, an impish smirk on my face.

 

[xTerrax]

"What? Nothing's wrong with me,"
I rolled my eyes.
"You're the one with the fat ass who can't sink a ball,"

Wait what?

I turned to the table and saw that you wasn't lying; in my moment of panic and anger, I must have moved my cue stick prematurely. How else could anyone explain the sight of none of the balls, striped or otherwise, having sunk in any of the holes of the table.

He strode confidently past me...and honestly? It was making me a little nervous. But he had little game right?

"Care to raise the stakes?"

Still fuming, I didn't want to give him even the slightest hint of me doubting myself.

"Sure okay. If I win this game, you leave me alone and every other girl living at residence."

 

[StFornicate]

I smirked as I listened to her new wager, my eyes on the table, mentally lining up my shot. I bent over then, rolling the cue back and forth over my knuckles.

"Fine with me," I said. "And if I win, you don't just sit in my lap," I said, firing off my shot, burying the striped yellow nine ball in the corner pocket right next to where she was leaning against the table, and leaving the cue ball perfectly positioned for my next shot.

"You'll be giving me a lap dance for three songs of my choosing," I continued, grabbing the chalk to rub over the tip of my cue stick. "Oh, and stripes," I said, walking around towards her.

 

[xTerrax]

"Fine with me. And if I win, you don't just sit in my lap," he said, firing off his shot and knocking the striped yellow ball in the corner, just inches away from me - always as if to taunt me for my overconfidence earlier. Shit, he might actually be decent at this game. I'd just have to pay extra attention to each of my shots if I hoped to beat him.

"You'll be giving me a lap dance for three songs of my choosing,"

I'd rather die than give anything close to a lap dance to this creep.

"Oh, and stripes,"
"Fine." I said, my voice cold as ice at this point. "But you'd only get a lap dance to just one song. I don't see why you should deserve to have three songs."

I waited for him to take his next shot...or to reply. Whatever.

 

[StFornicate]

I glared at her as she tried to negotiate the terms of our bet.

"Somebody's getting a little nervous, huh?" I replied, moving closer to her. I slid right up next to her and have her hip a bump with my own.

"Can't take the heat?" I asked her, and looked around. "Who thinks I deserve at least three lap dance songs when I win?"

There were several shouts of agreement from the crowd watching the game.

"I mean, who wouldn't want to see this fine piece of ass gettin' jiggly with it?" I asked loudly, my hand quickly coming around Nd grabbing Amanda's butt quite firmly! "Just look at it!" I said, squeezing heartily!

 

[xTerrax]

"Somebody's getting a little nervous, huh?" he said before bumping his hip against me. He also gave me this evil look - it reeked of something bad.

"Not at all-"

And then the shouts came from the people watching. My eyes casually glanced through the crowd and I swear, the number of people initially here watching us play doubled.

"I mean, who wouldn't want to see this fine piece of ass gettin' jiggly with it?"
"What the fuck?!" I shouted and nearly shrieked when his hand quickly when to one of my cheeks. Once again, his advances caught me by so much surprise that my body failed me and I simply stood there.

"Just look at it!" he said, trying to give it as much of a squeeze as he could.

Finally I reacted and swatted his hand with my cue stick. "I swear to God if you try that again, I'll break this stick on you!"

The crowd went wild.

 

[StFornicate]

"I'd like to see you try," I snarled at her, snapping my hand away, my eyes locked with hers. I leaned over the table to take my next shot.

"So, three songs it is, then!" I said, and took my next shot. This one was a nice and easy shot, the cue ball rolling clear across the table, with just barely enough force to hit the thirteen ball into the corner pocket it was sitting next to, and leaving the cue ball perfectly positioned for the next shot.

 

[xTerrax]

"I'd like to see you try," he snarled at me, giving me this look of 'don't you dare'. Still, I wasn't afraid. If he would continue to sexually harass me like this then I would be forced to discipline him like some dog trying to hump my leg.

"Well, stop harassing me!" I yelled out at him as the crowed "oohed" us.

He ignored me and walked to the pool table.

"So, three songs it is, then!"

Wait what?

I eyed the pool table now and watched him take another shot - it was another easy point for him as he knocked yet another stripped ball into a corner pocket...with the cue ball now perfectly placed for another perfect shot. It had to be all luck. It had to be...

Okay, I was getting nervous. So nervous that I exclaimed "W-Wait!" as he took another pro shot from his cue stick.

 

[StFornicate]

I let another shot go, burying another striped ball in a different corner pocket, when she called out to "Wait!"

The cue ball stopped just short of knocking another striped ball in at the other end of the table, leaving me with yet another perfect shot.

"Wait for what?" I replied, taking a drink from my beer. I set it down and pulled out my pack of cigarettes, waiting to hear what she had to say. I lit one up and let my eyes wander freely and openly up and down her curvy body. "I'm in a hurry for my lap dances, baby."

 

[xTerrax]

"Wait for what?"

He paused after another perfect shot and pulled out a cigarette. "Ugh, and he's a smoker too, gross" I thought to myself as he stared at me - or rather, every damn inch of my body before he went on: "I'm in a hurry for my lap dances, baby."

Right, I wanted to start this game all over before I lost it all. I'd make sure to break well and...

Well, first things first.

"Can we restart the game?" the crowd booed but I quickly hushed them with a gesture of my hands "Wait wait, I know that it would be unfair to start completely anew since you're...somehow winning and all. What about this; if I lose, you get one single private lapdance and nothing more. If you win...well, you get something better. What do you say?"

 

[StFornicate]

I smirked, taking a drag on my cigarette. I raised an eyebrow and blew the smoke out towards the ceiling.

"So let me get this straight... Even if I lose, I still get one lap dance. And if I win, I get something... better?" I said, looking around. There were some "oohs" and "aaahs" from the crowd.

"Okay, fine, I'll play your little game. But if I win, I still get the lapdance... Except you have to do it in your underwear. And then you have to be my girlfriend for the rest of the night. If anyone asks, you tell them we're together. You stay next to me all night, and you don't get to leave until I do," I said, spelling out the terms of the deal.

"Deal?"

 

[xTerrax]

Oh god, maybe I should have not went along with one lap dance. I didn't think going back on that completely would have gotten me anywhere...and that even if I had to give him just one lap-dance, it was better than three, right?

"Okay, fine, I'll play your little game. But if I win, I still get the lapdance... Except you have to do it in your underwear."

Oh god, okay that's not so bad, right?...

"And then you have to be my girlfriend for the rest of the night. If anyone asks, you tell them we're together. You stay next to me all night, and you don't get to leave until I do,"

I swallowed my own saliva out of fear. I was almost trembling from this, since that outcome seemed so humiliating...but he was damn close on winning this round and if I backed off now, he was sure to win. Just one more game...just one more game.

"Deal?"

"Deal." I said, finally mustering out the courage to do so.

And once again, the crowd went completely nuts.

 

[StFornicate]

I smiled a devious, hungry smile at her; almost like she was my hunted prey. I couldn't wait to get her big ass in my lap, those cheeks grinding against my cock!

This night was just getting better and better! I grabbed the triangle and began to rack up the balls on the table, quickly, efficiently.

So maybe I'd done this a few times before. Still smoking my cigarette, I blew a cloud of noxious smoke out towards her as I grabbed the cue and lined up my breaking shot.

I looked over at her and stood up.

"You sure about this?" I asked, feigning concern for her. "You could just give me three lap dances now... In your underwear... And we'll be done with it," I offered, my eyes glued to her cleavage as I spoke to her.

 

[xTerrax]

That smile, honest to god, scared me. I didn't say a single damn word as he reorganized the pool table, all the while blowing toxic smoke from his cigarette. His grin didn't go away for one single second, and the entire crowd talk amongst themselves.

"You sure about this? You could just give me three lap dances now... In your underwear... And we'll be done with it," he said, his eyes practically talking to my C cup breasts, as they rose and descended with every deep breath I took.

Calm yourself...

"Fuck you. No, we're not backing away from this. You're going to lose, you creep."

So much for that.

 

[StFornicate]

"Humph," I grunted in response to her, and then directed my attention back to the table, the cigarette dangling from my lips; I drew some smoke in, and let a cloud out as I fired the cue ball down the table, and broke the balls wide open.

I sunk three of the balls right off the break, two solids and a striped ball.

"Ha! Lucky break!" I said, grabbing the chalk and running it over the business end of my cue. I looked over the table. Perfect. "Yeah, I'll take stripes," I said, taking the option with more balls still on the table because they were better spread out; there was a cluster of solids at one end that would be difficult to work with.

"Seriously," I said, as I lined up my next shot, "what kind of slut agrees to give out lapdances for pool game bets?" I asked out loud, getting plenty of chuckles as I took my next shot, easily sinking the nine-ball and leaving the cue ball perfectly positioned to go after the thirteen.

 

[xTerrax]

"Ha! Lucky break!"

So far so good; he knocked over two solids and one stripe, so I figured that at least I had one less to worry about. Then he surprised me by taking stripes; what an idiot - I had better odds than him now. I mean, they were all in one spot so I figured that a few shots and I'd be home free.

"Seriously," he said as he lined up his next shot, "what kind of slut agrees to give out lapdances for pool game bets?"

"Y-You bastard." I said out loud while people laughed at me "You're the one who came up with that!"

Bam, he got another perfect shot.

 

[StFornicate]

I smirked; I could tell I was getting under her skin. Even if I did miss, at this point she was so flustered she would miss wildly anyway! I walked around the pool table, snuffing my cigarette out in an ashtray, and blowing a final cloud of smoke in her direction as I did, before bending over to line up my next shot.

Sunk it.

And the next one too. Four down. Three to go, and the eight-ball.

I continued my walk around the table, and looked over at her. She seemed like she was starting to get really worried. She hadn't even gotten a shot yet this game!

"Getting nervous?" I asked in a heavy whisper as I walked past her, before bending over and taking my next shot, and sinking yet another ball.

 

[xTerrax]

My heart was pounding in my chest and the whole room was beginning to feel like just a blur. My fear was getting the best of me and I think that it showed clearly; both to the hungry crowd wanting to see me fail and to Damien, the perverted creep actually going through with this, to take advantage of me.

Two to go...

"Getting nervous?"
"Fuck off." I retorted.

 

[StFornicate]

I ignored her nasty words. I could hardly believe I was running the table like this, but I wasn't complaining! I headed over to set up my next shot.

Made it.

And the next one, the last striped ball on the table.

Sunk it, all too easy.

And set up just perfect for the eightball.

"See everyone?" I said, grabbing my beer and taking another drink. "That fat ass is gonna be all mine!" I said. Another round of laughter. I lit up another cigarette.

"Tell you what, take off your shirt and pants right now, and I'll only make you do two songs," I said with a smirk, and the crowd of horny guys watching us cheered!

 

[xTerrax]

Okay there's no way he'll get the last three balls like that. No way in hell.

He got another one in.

I nervously glanced around the room, it was crowded to the very inch as countless horny, drunk guys watched the game. The anxiety showed more and more in my face as I turned my head both directions in complete, utter disbelief.

He got the last stripped ball in.

I looked at his face now, a wide grin on his face as he said out loud:

"See everyone? That fat ass is gonna be all mine!"

The whole crowd roared as everyone began to chant Damien's name, as if I was just some object to be won. These guys were pigs. Fucking pigs.

"Tell you what, take off your shirt and pants right now, and I'll only make you do two songs,"

"Fuck you!" I screamed to the top of my lungs, practically stomping my feet in sheer anger.

 

[StFornicate]

Her response was just priceless. I laughed at her, as she stomped in anger, and then casually leaned over and took the final shot, easily dropping the eight-ball in the side pocket.

A cheer went up around me. People I didn't even know were chanting my name as I walked over to Amanda.

"Looks like I'm the big winner. So, private dances... There's a spare bedroom we can use right over there," I said to her, my eyes drinking her body in as I stood right next to her, holding my pool stick up against the table. I nodded toward a door at the other end of the room. "Or would you rather do it right here?"

 

[xTerrax]

"Looks like I'm the big winner. So, private dances... There's a spare bedroom we can use right over there...Or would you rather do it right here?"

Oh god, how did I get myself into this mess?

I eyed my surroundings carefully. I mean, I had no obligation to go through with this, right? But I knew, I just knew, that if I would back off now, the crowd would shame me into going through with it anyway. These horny bastards would stop at nothing to see me get humiliated like this and I didn't want word to spread about this; which it was sure to happen anyway, but it'd be a lot worse if I didn't follow through...I knew my peers well enough.

"Okay fine! The private room, okay?"

Everyone booed, but sure enough, we made our way to the smaller, more secluded location. I didn't even check to see whether Damien locked the door or not...because it didn't even matter.

"Look Damien, I know what I said." I began to state "but I don't have to go through with this, and you know it too. Let's just drop the whole thing, okay?"