This is the first chapter of the story.
If you're looking for hardcore action, you might want to pass on this one.

Barbara was living a fairy tale life.
She was married to her childhood sweetheart. They met in eighth grade and dated all through high school where she was the head cheerleader, Homecoming and Prom Queen alongside his "King".
She was President of the Student Council and he was Class Valedictorian.

When he received a full athletic scholarship to the University of his choice, she used her academic one to follow him there.
He was sought after by every influential fraternity on campus and once he pledged, she immediately did the same at their sister sorority.

He was kept busy with his full academic schedule and collegiate football career.

She of course tried out for the cheerleading squad and made the first cut. She also kept herself busy with various social groups and committees on top of making high honors in almost every class she took.

They were married after 4 years of college. While not virgins on their wedding night, neither of them had ever been intimate with anyone else.

Kenneth started working as a part time intern at his father's law firm while continuing to go to school full time to study for his Master's in Corporate Law.

She took a full time position doing social work while attending night school to get her degrees in Psychology and Juvenile Law. She wanted to work with "at risk" teens.

Everything was perfect in their life until she found that book.
There was a series of books she had heard about. It was about some naïve college girl who gets involved with a billionaire who was into some pretty kinky stuff.
Someone had left a copy of the first volume in the break room at school.
She had heard of them but had never had any interest in that sort of thing but now that she had a copy in her hands she was curious to see what all the hoopla was all about.

She started thumbing through it, stopping in random places to read a sentence or two before moving on.

Not much was happening at first but by time she got past the first half, she was reading things she had never heard of before. Did people really do these things? Would any woman really, willingly submit herself to such acts?

She jammed the book down inside her backpack. She wanted to read more, she just didn't want anyone to see her reading it and think she was into that sort of thing.

That night, she showed it to Kenneth and started reading it.
Soon she got tired of stopping to tell him what she had just read so she went back to the beginning and started reading it to him as they lay in bed.

Over the course of the week, they took turns reading to each other. Often stopping to comment on how over the top it all seemed, or how poorly written the book was and how unlikeable the characters were.

Barbara noticed though that his lovemaking became more intense and once or twice she found herself with her hands being held above her head while he forcibly drove himself into her.
She had to admit to herself that she kind of liked it.

They finally had to admit that they were turned on by what they were reading, but when they got to the parts involving spanking and other sorts of physical pain, they realized they were not ready for those kinds of activities.

Blindfolds and letting him hold her down were one thing. Handcuffs, paddles and anal toys were a completely different matter.

After finishing the book Kenneth started doing a little research on "adult" reading material that was a little less extreme. He found a website that was full of reader submitted stories. They were broken down by genre and covered everything from sex with aliens to sex with transgendered people.

They spent many a night laying in bed reading naughty stories to each other, skipping over the categories they knew they wouldn't enjoy like incest or the more extreme BDSM stories.
They found themselves returning again and again to one particular area. Exhibitionism and voyeurism.

Sometimes they would pretend they were the people in the story and Barbara would dress a little provocative around the house or flash him a glimpse of her admittedly modest panties or bra.

She soon made a trip to the mall and upgraded her wardrobe. Bras, panties, camisoles, (she almost talked herself into a bustier), garter and hose. She even bought some slinky lounging around the house type of outfits.

She went home, showered and picked out the naughtiest thing she could find. It was emerald green panties and a matching camisole with a plunging neckline.

She wasn't very busty so she could get away with a very deep V and not worry about showing "too much". Not that it mattered how much she showed. The only person who would ever see it was her husband.

When she heard the car in the driveway she rushed downstairs and stood by the door waiting to surprise him. As soon as she heard his footsteps on the front porch, she threw open the door and yelled "Surprise!" only to find herself face to face with a young guy from a courier service, standing there looking shocked to see a young, attractive woman wearing very little, just a couple of feet in front of him.

"Oh!" she cried. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else."

He was grinning from ear to ear when he said "No need to apologize Ma'am. I'm sure that whoever "Someone Else" is, he'll enjoy the surprise too."

She signed for the package and closed the door, mortified that it hadn't even occurred to her to cover up until after he had gone.

By time Kenneth arrived home she had changed back into a tank top and sweat pants. She wanted to tell him what happened but didn't want to be wearing the outfit when she told him about it. She thought for sure, he'd be upset that some stranger had seen her like that.

Just the opposite was true though. After she told him the story, he said he was sorry he missed seeing her in her new outfit and begged her to put it back on. He said he would go back outside and wait on the porch and when she was ready, she could come recreate the surprise for him.

He went outside and in about 10 minutes he heard her unlock the door and it just enough to peek out and ask if he was ready, when he said yes, she slowly opened the door until he could see all of her standing there.
He said that wasn't how she described it when she told it so she had to do it right.
She closed the door, counted to five and flung the door open, jumped out and yelled "surprise!".

She tried to pull him inside but he resisted and told her that she had to sign for the package. He made a bit of a production pretending to find a pen in his jacket pocket while she stood there, embarrassed on the front porch in her intimate apparel. Finally he handed her a pretend pen and she pretended to sign his pretend sheet.

They went back inside and he chased her up the stairs to their bedroom where they had the hottest sex since their honeymoon.

After cleaning up, Kenneth told her to put the outfit back on and meet him downstairs.
When she came to the bottom of the stairs, he was standing there holding her trench style raincoat open.
He told her to turn around and he put it on her.

She asked him what he was up to and he told her "Just trust me."

He grabbed the car keys and pulled her out the front door and to the car parked in the driveway.
Again she asked what he was thinking and again he told her to trust him.
He got her into the passenger seat, belted her in and ran around to the driver's side.
He hopped in, started it up and lowered the convertible top before sliding the car into reverse and backing out of the driveway.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked. "I'm half naked under this thing."

"Don't worry." He reassured her. "You won't even have to get out of the car. We're just going to have a little fun."

They got on the interstate and drove about 30 miles and then pulled off two towns away from the one they lived in.
Kenneth came to an intersection just as the light turned yellow and he stopped even though he could have cleared it before it turned red.
There was a pick up truck in the lane next to them when he reached over and pulled on the sash holding her coat closed. By time she realized what he had done and before she could ask him if he was nuts, he had pulled open the front of her coat.

The guy in the pick up caught the motion out of the corner of his eye and turned to look. He had a clear view into the car and saw Barbara sitting there in her tan trench coat with her green camisole and a hint of panties at her crotch.
The light turned green and Kenneth sped off, the driver of the pick up giving them an appreciative toot of the horn.

They turned at the next street and drove a couple of blocks before he pulled over.

"Are you crazy?" She whispered/yelled. "I am so embarrassed! I can't believe you did that right where that man could see me." She had the coat clutched tight around her.

"Oh C'mon! admit it. You're kind of turned on knowing he saw you dressed like that."

"Well, maybe, a little bit but you could have warned me. You didn't have to rip my coat off like that!"

"Ok, You might be exaggerating there a little bit. I didn't "rip" your coat off. Are you saying you'd be ok with it if you had some warning? I don't believe you. You're too uptight."

"Uptight? I'll show you uptight." With that, she unbuckled her seatbelt, shimmied out of her trench coat and tucked it behind his seat.

"There. You want everyone to see me in my underwear? Fine! Drive around all you want and show me off if it turns you on."

"Don't try to put this solely on me. I see you sitting there all flushed with your high beams poking out. Admit it, this turns you on just as much as it does me."

"Just drive and try not to get us arrested."

Kenneth drove up and down the main streets of town, somehow managing to catch almost every red light when there was a chance that someone would be in the adjacent lane.
A group of young boys managed to stay along side of them, enjoying looking down at Barbara's long legs and panties until they started yelling for her to show some more and using some vulgar terms for parts of the female anatomy. Kenneth sped up and left them behind then headed back towards the interstate.
When they got near the interstate, he decided to stop for gas and pulled into a station.

He drove up to a pump under the brightly lit canopy, Turned off the car and removed the keys.
He hopped out and started pumping gas. Then he reached behind his seat, grabbed her coat and locked it in the trunk.

"Why'd you do that?" She asked.

"I want to drive fast on the interstate and I don't want to risk having it blow out of the car."

She eyed him suspiciously but didn't say anything else about it.

When he was finished pumping gas he told her that he the receipt didn't print and he had to go inside for it. He asked her if she wanted a bottle of water or anything while he was there.

"No, but make it quick. I'm sitting here on display for anyone who should come by."

As he walked in to buy a bottle of water and get the receipt, Kenneth thought about what she'd said.
She really wasn't showing much skin. Even though her two piece bathing suits were rather modest, they still showed a lot more skin than the outfit she had on that night.
She had no problem being around other couples in her bikinis.
He stalled inside the store for a few minutes until he saw another car pull up to one of the pumps.

He went and paid for his bottle of water, got his receipt and headed back to his car.
When he got there he called out to the man pumping gas at the other car and asked him if he knew where a certain restaurant was and how to get there.
The man started to walk towards Kenneth so he wouldn't have to yell across the parking lot and as he got closer he became aware of Barbara and how she was dressed.

Barbara pulled down on the hem of her camisole to cover her panties. Being small chested as she was, she could pull it down pretty far without exposing her breasts.
The stranger continued to give directions to the restaurant but never took his eyes off of Barbara.
Kenneth got into the driver seat and noticed her pulling her top down and asked her why she was doing that.

She gave him a look that said "You know exactly why I'm doing that."

"Honey" he said as if he was talking to a child, "They way you're tugging your top down, this nice man is going to think you're not wearing any panties. Why don't you let go of your shirt and show him.

"Start the car" she told him "put it in gear and go when I say go".

Never once looking at the stranger, she slowly lifted the hem of her camisole up. Little by little exposing more of the matching green panties. When she reached the point where there was about a half an inch between the bottom of it and the top of her panties, she looked at Kenneth and said "Now go!"

Kenneth waved at the guy, said "Bye" and drove off.

As they were making the big turn onto the entry ramp for the interstate, he asked her if she was ok.

"I guess so. It's so weird. When I was doing it, I was terrified but once it was done I felt so excited. So alive. It's exhilarating. Like a really scary roller coaster".

"I thought you were liking being the center of attention like that. We'll make an exhibitionist out of you yet".

They were nearing their exit when she turned to him and said "Pull up along side that semi up ahead and blow your horn".

Figuring she was going to flash her panties at the truck driver, Kenneth sped up until he was along side the cab of the big truck. Seeing Barbara grab the hem of her camisole, he gave the horn a couple of hits. The driver looked over and seeing her in the skimpy outfit waved and blew his big air horn in appreciation. Barbara wasn't done though. She pulled her top up until it was tucked up under her chin, giving Kenneth and the truck driver an unobstructed view of her breasts.

Kenneth tap the brakes, and slid in behind the truck just in time to make their exit.
When he got to the top of the ramp, he pulled over and stopped. "Holy Shit! I can't believe you just did that!" he yelled.

The grin on his face told her that he wasn't upset but she asked anyway "You're not mad that I showed that man my boobs are you?"

"Mad? Hell no! That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen! You wanna do it again?"

"Not tonight. Take me home and get me out of these panties. They're soaked. Then I'll let you to do anything you want to me as long as you make me cum."

 

I hope a Chapter 2 is coming soon ?

 

@newlicker2 This is about what I expected.

 

Makes me feel bad that I didn't see this until today. I haven't been checking the site as regularly during the pandemic, but I've enjoyed your stories in the past, and I hope you feel the energy to keep going, but if not I find it very understandable.

 

There are some who feel refreshed after reading someone's work that is not an incest, rape or bestiality story.
public sex, exhibition, voyeurism have fewer stories in numbers, but I think the quality is seldom equal to what is written here....... keep writing other than stories (incest, rape or bestiality), I promise I will remain a reader of yours!

 

I love your story AND your writing style. Please don't let this story line die.

 

Part 2: It's not full of a lot of sex action (except right at the beginning) but it sets up the 3rd part. I promise, our heroes will find more excitement than they were looking for.

For the second time that day they made love with hunger and passion, but this time was different.

Kenneth pushed her onto the bed and peeled her panties down her legs.

He pushed her up to the top of the bed and pulled her hands up over her head.

Taking his tie, the bound her wrists to the slats in the headboard.

He put his hands at her waist and slid them up, pushing her camisole as he went. Then he pulled it up until it was covering her face, acting like a blindfold, exposing her mouth.

Grabbing his cell phone, he snapped a couple of quick pictures.

Barbara was always self conscious about her small breasts so Kenneth didn't usually focus too much attention to them. Not tonight though.

He mauled them, his hand completely encasing them as he squeezed and pulled on them

He bit and sucked on her erect nipples, pulling on them with his teeth until she gasped in pleasure/pain.

He snapped a few more pictures.

He stood and finished undressing, the whole time talking to her about how hot she looked flashing her panties and tits at the truck driver.

Normally he didn't use words like "tits". They didn't use clinical terms when talking about body parts but "boobs" was about as risqué as they got.

It was always butt, not ass. Penis or dick but never cock and forget calling her vagina a cunt. It was "down there" or if she wanted to talk dirty, "pussy" but that was a special occasion (birthdays and anniversary) word, not something for everyday use.

Him talking about her "tits' though, excited her, made her feel naughty and excited.

Climbing back onto the bed, he slid up between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs as he went.

Oral sex wasn't an everyday occurrence in their sex life but tonight she wanted to feel his lips on her, his tongue inside of her.

Kenneth didn't disappoint. He gently kissed her around her pussy while occasionally flicking his tongue across her clit

He flattened out his tongue and for the first time since they'd known each other, slid two fingers inside of her.

She gasped. She was already on the edge but when he put his fingers in her at the same time he was sucking on her clitoris, it was like she stepped off into the abyss.

She came. She came hard!

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Take me, Please!" She pleaded.

He looked up from between her legs and said "Take you? I don't think so. I want you to say it. Tell me what you want"

"Please!" she begged 'Make love to me!"

"Nope. That's not it. Tell me what you really want".

"Fu-Fu-Fuck me! Please fuck me! I need you to fuck me like never before!"

In over ten years, he had never heard her utter the word "fuck". It made his dick even harder.

He worked his way up her body until his cock was right at her entrance. "Say Pussy. Say fuck my pussy!" He rasped into her ear.

"Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy with your hard cock!"

That was all he needed. He slid his cock into her at the same time he kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

She came again, not even noticing the taste of herself on his tongue and lips.

When he finished, he collapsed on top of her.

She eventually got enough control of her breathing to ask him to untie her wrists.

He said ok but took a couple more pictures of her before he pulled her camisole down under her chin.

He was straddling her midsection when she looked up and saw him with his phone in his hand.

"What are you doing with that" she asked.

He held it up and took another picture of her laying there but this one showed her face.

"Oh My God! Stop! No more pictures! What if someone sees them?"

"Don't worry" he told her has he reached up to untie her wrists from the headboard "We'll delete them in the morning after we look at them. I was a little too occupied to enjoy the view."

Kenneth got up, went to the bathroom, turned on the water and let it run until it got warm. He then got a washcloth. soaked it in the warm water and took it back to the bedroom where he gently wiped down her sweaty body.

She took the washcloth from his hands and pressed it between her legs.

"You'd better let me do that or we'll just end up getting sweaty again" she said with a grin.

He took the cloth back to the bathroom and rinsed it out. When he returned to the bedroom she was on her side, sound asleep.

He covered her with the comforter and crawled in next to her. He was asleep in seconds but had wonderful dreams.

That's how it went for a while.

3 or 4 times a month based on their schedules they'd take a ride, usually a couple of counties away. Barbara would flash her panties and wear a low cut top.

She even went to the mall and picked up a couple of push-up bras. She didn't have enough to show actual "cleavage" but in the right top, she could at least show the top of her breasts if she bent down or wore a deep enough V-neck shirt.

Each time, the last thing she did before they called it quits for the night was flash her tits at a trucker.

Then they'd go home and have passionate sex.

After a couple of months, Kenneth started hearing stories through the rumor mill that the truckers were talking about a mystery flasher.

The next time he was visiting his parents, he went out to garage and dug around until he found the old CB radio that his father had.

It was a base unit from back when CB radios were all the rage (way before cell phones)

After rigging up an antenna they were able to listen when they got home from one of their adventures and hear what the truckers were saying.

With modern technology available, not many of the over the road drivers were using CB's anymore but there were some and sure enough, they were talking.

They gave her, her own handle "The 126 Flasher". Exit 126 on the interstate being the one they always pulled off on after flashing.

Barbara found it exciting that these strange men were talking about her

One night, Kenneth came out of the bathroom and caught her talking to one of the drivers on the CB.

"How do I know it was you I saw last week?" The driver asked "You could be someone pretending"

She gave a general description of herself (auburn hair, small chested) the color of the car and approximately what time it happened.

Kenneth rushed over and took the mic from her. "You have to be carful Honey! I seem to remember my dad saying that the authorities could track the signals of these things. We can listen but let me check before you talk on it again."

The next week he bought a new smart phone, one commonly referred to as a "Throw Away" and told her that he'd found an app on-line that let you use your phone like a CB radio.

"We can take it with us when we go out. You can talk to the truck drivers passing through the area. Talk dirty to them if you want."

Things were going great for the next couple of months. They'd head out onto the interstate sometimes traveling 75 miles or more. Stopping at gas stations (whether they needed gas or not) or going through fast food restaurants drive-through windows.

They always made sure not to return to the same place too often so as to not attract the attention of local authorities.

One night he laid out an outfit for her.

It was a black button down blouse, push up bra, and white panties. The last item was a black skirt that was so short it barely came to mid-thigh.

"What's all this?" She asked.

"Well, I figured the white panties would contrast nicely against the black skirt and would be easier to see in a bar."

"A bar?"

"Yeah. It's getting to be late fall and a little too cool to be driving around in a convertible with the top down. I was thinking we could find a bar somewhere and you could sit in one of those high bar stools and maybe some of the guys might catch a peek up your skirt."

"And the top?"

"Oh! That's simple, put it on and I'll show you."

She slipped out of her t-shirt and put on the push-up bra and blouse.

He reached over and unbuttoned it until it was right at the spot were the band on the bra that connected the two cups would be.

"Now lean over like you're shooting pool or talking to someone who's sitting at a table."

She leaned over and put her elbows on the bed and he went around to the other side and took a couple of pictures.

When he showed them to her, she could clearly see down the front of the blouse to her bra which was displaying the tops of her apple sized breasts.

"I don't know why any guy would want to look down my shirt" she said "It's not like there's much to see."

"Don't fool yourself sweetie, guys like to see tits. Big, small. It doesn't matter. If they're tits they're not supposed to be seeing it's even better."

The next few months were very exciting for them.

They'd find different bars to go to. Usually big clubs with high tech sound systems and lit dance floors. Occasionally they might hit a chain sports bar, usually found in strip malls or in mall parking lots.

The articles of clothing varied but the style was pretty consistent. Low cut tops and very short skirts.

She'd sit up on a high bar stool and face the dance floor giving anyone who happened to look from the right angle, a view of her panties.

Sometimes she'd "drop" something and bend over from the waist to pick it up.

That gave people a look up her skirt or down her top depending on where they were looking from.

If the bar had a pool table she'd play a few games which also offered unobstructed views of her assets.

Sometimes, if she'd had a couple of drinks she'd leave her bra at home and give the lookers a real show.

She didn't do it too often though. Lifting your shirt and showing your bare breasts in the relative safety of a car was different than flashing strange men up close and personal in a bar or club.

Spring was approaching and they were looking forward to again hitting the road and putting on their little show for the truckers.

One night they had been coming home from a particularly unsatisfying night at a club. Very few people out and the ones that were didn't seem to be paying attention to what was going on around them. Lots of tweeting and taking selfies left them unaware of the woman flashing her panties at the bar.

They headed home, but because it was still early decided to take the back roads home and enjoy the ride.

Everything changed when they came to a small bar at an intersection out in the middle of nowhere.

Cinderblock walls, no windows and a gavel parking lot with a single light up on a telephone pole.

There were a couple of cars and motorcycles and few pick-up trucks.

Kenneth looked over at Barbara and asked her if she wanted to stop for a night cap and see if they couldn't salvage at least part of their night out.

"This place looks a little seedy but sure, I'm up for some "slumming" if you are" she said with a devilish grin.

As they approached, another couple stepped out and the sound of some classic rock music came blaring out of the door.

They entered and were instantly hit with heavy smoke, some of it maybe not of the legal variety.

Kevin grabbed her by the elbow and steered her towards the bar. The bartender, a tall redhead in cut-off jean shorts and a Harley Davidson t-shirt looked up from the other end and slowly approached them.

She did a quick wipe with a dish rag and asked them if she could help them.

Kevin said that they were just passing by and thought they'd stop in for a drink.

"Fine. What'll you have?"

"Oh! I'd like a cosmo..." Barbara started

"We have beer, whiskey, tequila and vodka. None of that candy flavored crap either." The bartender said gruffly.

Kevin ordered a beer for himself and a vodka on the rocks for her.

The bartender rolled her eyes in boredom and went back down the bar to fill their order.

She came back, set their drinks down (no coasters) and returned to her perch at the other end.

Barbara noticed the jukebox over in the corner and went to check it out.

She couldn't believe that it still had 45's in it and only took quarters (two songs per)

She bent over and started reading the song titles.

Now she knew why the equipment hadn't been updated. Every song on the list had to have been 30 years old. Many going back to the 60's.

She recognized some of the songs from when they would have the classic rock station on at the various businesses they frequented and of course, the ones that still get played at wedding receptions.

She realized that she had been cocking her hips side to side as she listened to the song being played. She could only imagine what it looked like as she bent over at the waist, in 5 inch stilettos, to read the names of the songs.

She returned to the bar and begged Kenneth for a dollar then asked the bartender for change for the jukebox.

Together they went back, dropped a couple of quarters in the slot and picked a handful of songs they recognized.

Then she did something bold.

There was a full table of people sitting not too far away. She noticed that they had been looking at her while she picked out her songs so she patted Kenneth on the arm, walked over, leaned over and asked them if anyone had any requests.

She knew that her low cut, loose fitting top fell away from her body enough to give an unobstructed view down the front.

She caught the guy directly across from her looking and remembered that tonight, she wasn't wearing a bra under her blouse.

They gave her a couple of letter/number combinations and she went back to Kenneth and punched in the songs.

Just then, a pocket door that they hadn't noticed before opened and a woman who looked enough like the bartender to be her sister walked out.

Behind her there was a room with a couple of pool tables.

The woman slid the door closed and went to the bar to place orders for the people playing pool.

Kevin asked the bartender if it was a private room or was it opened to anyone.

The bartender said it was open to anyone. They kept the door closed because sometimes the place got kind of loud when they were busy. Especially on weekends when they had a live band.

She added that some of the customers took their pool very seriously and didn't like the noise and distractions.

They entered the room and noticed there were two tables and a row of barstools along one wall. A few people sat in some of them, watching the play going on. There were some side bets placed as players called their shots.

Each table had some stacks of quarters on them and Barbara added her two remaining quarters to the table with the shortest row.

She and Kenneth found two empty barstools and watched the action until her glass was empty and he went to get another round.

As he walked back to the pool room, the second redhead, obviously a waitress stopped him and told him to be careful playing.

Looser had to pay twenty dollars and some of the players had been known to hustle unsuspecting newbies.

A couple of rounds later and Barbara was up.

She dropped her two quarters into the slot and pushed the plunger. The balls all fell into the ball return and her opponent, who had won the prior match racked them.

As the previous winner he had the option to break but offered it to her.

She took a cue stick off the wall, rolled the white ball back and forth a few times and picked her spot.

Leaning over, she made sure her opponent got a good look down her top and took her shot.

The balls scattered and two solids fell into pockets.

She sank one more and then missed on the next.

The was a small group forming as people gathered to check out the newbie (and the peep show she was putting on)

Her opponent dropped one ball with no effort but forgot to call his shot on the next one so he forfeited his turn.

Unfortunately, he left the cue ball almost dead center on the table and she had trouble lining up her shot.

She started to slide her hip up onto the edge of the table when someone told her that she had to keep one foot on the floor.

With one foot remaining firmly on the floor, she put one leg up on the table, leaned over and tried to line up her shot. She could feel her skirt ride up over her hips, revealing her thin white panties. Looking down, she could see down the front of her shirt all the way to the waist at the top of her skirt.

She had never felt so exposed before and she was having second thoughts about things.

She also realized she had never felt this excited before either.

She sank her next shot but just couldn't find a good angle for the next one and missed.

Her opponent took the next shot and missed on what Barbara thought should have been an easy one.

She noticed everyone trying to gain a good position to watch her from either the front or back and figured he was letting her win just so she'd keep playing.

There wasn't any need for more climbing up on the table but she did give a few good poses, wiggling her butt just as she was taking a shot. Leaning over more than was necessary.

It wasn't long before she sank the eight ball and won the match.

"Good job little lady!" Her opponent said as he handed her a twenty. "I guess I was just off my game."

Barbara went over to where Kenneth was holding her drink, slammed it back and said "This is so much fun!"

Then she heard the sound of the coin plunger being pushed in and the balls dropping.

She turned around and saw a big blond woman racking the balls.

Not big as in heavy but big as in went to the gym everyday and put some effort into it.

She was wearing jeans that looked painted on and a leather vest over a black sports bra.

"Your break" she said to Barbara.

Barbara turned to Kenneth and told him to go get her another round. He said he'd be right back and left to go to the bar.

She lined up her shot and the balls broke with a loud "clack" and scattered beautifully.

Unfortunately, not a single one of them fell into a pocket.

The blond amazon called her first shot and when the cue ball hit the target it sounded like a small rifle being fired.

The target ball sank in the corner pocket and suddenly, Barbara was nervous.

At the bar, Kenneth saw the two redheads talking.

He ordered another round and the one working the floor informed him that they were about to make last call and if he needed to use the john, this would be a good time as there was usually a line at closing time.

He said that was a good idea and they pointed him down the hall to the bathrooms.

He entered and was just finishing up at the urinal when he heard the door open behind him.

"Gimme a second." He said. "I'm just finishing up here".

"No hurry" he heard a woman say. When he whipped his head around he saw it was the waitress standing with her back against the door. She had a very scary looking knife in one hand a a pair of hand cuffs in the other. "You're not going anywhere for a while".

Back in the pool room, Barbara looked on in dismay and shock as the blond woman ran the table in less than four minutes. She made it look easy and never even came close to missing a shot.

She stood erect after sinking the eight ball and handed her cue stick to the man who had just lost the previous game and said to him "You're pathetic! Letting her win just so you could look at her ass a little longer."

Then she turned to Barbara with her hand out. "You owe me twenty bucks" was all she said as she approached.

"Wow!" Barbara said. "That was amazing! Here's your money. Just as soon as my husband gets back, we'll finish our drinks and go. It's been fun. Really!"

"I don't think so," the red headed bartender said as she entered and closed the sliding pocket door closed. "Your husband is occupied right now but don't worry. He's fine... for now."