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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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As me and my missus walk into the pub for a game of pool, we see a group of about 6 old boys playing poker in the front bar. Other than that the bar is empty except for the young barman looking quite bored behind the bar.
We head to the back room where the pool table is situated. The room is a lot larger than the front bar and is totally empty except for a few bench seats and a pool table.
The bar is situated in the corner, heading back into the front bar, the gents, ladies and disabled toilets are situated at the back of the room, by the pool table.
I order a couple of drinks and €5 worth of €1 coins for the pool table. I place a few songs on the jukebox, aware that whatever I out in may well annoy the poker players.
I insert the coin and rack up the table. It's my break and I pot 1 of each colour from the break, I decide to play yellows, and pot 1 more before missing the 3rd. It's Sandi's turn to take her shot and misqueues to white ball. "Fecking eejit" I comment with a wry smile, as I go to take my two shots.
A young lad about mid 20's walks in and writes his name on the chalk board to indicate that he is next up to play the winner.
He is clean shaven in a grey shirt and smart jeans. Short hair and a slim fitting body. He just nods and sits at the bar and orders his drink.
I am not in an easy position for my next shot and have to double the white off a cushion to pot my ball. I manage the shot with precision and do a victory lap of the table. I hear the guy at the bar but in disaprovement of my lap. I then pot the 4th ball with ease, leaving me only 3 balls left, while Sandi still has all 7 on the table. As the white ball returns to the other side of the table, it slows but not enough and drops into the pocket.
Sandi retrieves the white ball and takes her shit, potting her first red ball, I make a snide comment about that being an easy shot that even Stevie wonder couldn't miss. The disapproving tut sounds even louder a second time.
Her 2nd ball was also pottable with ease. As she takes her next shot, she hits the white against her red ball with such force that the red hits the pocket and bounce back out.
"For fucks sake, what were you trying to do there babe" I ask with a snigger in my voice.
I step up to the table and take my shot, potting my 5th ball, lining up perfectly for the 6th ball, but rather than pot the 6th, I leave it lying over the pocket.
As Sandi approaches the table, the guy at the bar says "take it easy hun, take your time and go for the one near the middle pocket"... She looks at him, looks back at the table, then back up at him and smiles. I am taken aback by his comment and feel a little annoyed at his interference.
However Sandi does as he suggests and pots the red in the middle pocket, leaving her with only 4 balls, 1 over the far corner pocket, 2 near the front corner and another just behind one of my reds.
Sandi is about to pot one of the balls in the front corner, "go for the far one hun", she looks up at the guy at the bar, who is now looking closely at the table with a little smile. She smiles back "that one's easier" she says back. "Yes but if you go for the top one, the ball will roll back on to one of those reds and you'll be set up for your next shot, but you'll have to but back spin on it".
I'm now getting very frustrated, who does this dick head think he is? Giving my missus advice on pool.
"It's ok, I'm sure she can play her own game" I say with vengeance.
"Leave him alone" she says "he's only trying to help me"
I just grunt and go back to my pint
"How do I do backspin" she asks.
"I'll show you" he replies
He walks up to her, place himself behind her as she is about to take her shot, and places his arms around her, setting her up for the shot with backspin. I see him push himself against her and she smiles. She takes her shot and pots the red, and the ball returns as planned, potted the other red ball. Now she has only 2 balls left, 1 behind my yellow and 1 over a cushion.
The guy gives her a high five and walks back to the bar with a huge smile. She just looks at him and smiles again, mouthing the words "thank you" as he sits down.
She pots her 6th ball with ease, but the white ball follows in.
I burst out laughing, "well that was shite" I say while still laughing. "Maybe you should take up golf".
"You are so mean to me" she snaps back in a shy innocent way.
"It's not my fault you are shite at pool" I snap back with sarcastic aggression.
I pot my ball lying over the pocket and spin back breaking up the red and yellow. My yellow rolls into open space, leaving a clear shot into the middle pocket. I take the shot smoothly and the yellow rolls sweetly into the pocket leaving me with the black ball.
The black is tight against the cushion against one end of the table, and from this angle I can't skim it along the cushion, so my only option is to rebound it into the pocket at the other end of the table.
I hit the ball sweetly and it rolls back towards me and stops just short of the intended pocket.
Sandi has only 1 ball left before the black, and as she looks at the table, I can see her lining up her shot.
"Good luck... you'll need it" I say in a sarcastic tone.
"Fancy giving me another hand" she says to the guy at the bar . She gives him a little wink and he jumps up from his seat, throws me a pompous grin and stands behind her yet again.
He whispers something in her ear and she smiles enough that I can see her dimples. She bends over the table and takes the shit as he is holding each side of her waist. I'm not sure how that is helping her, but she seems more confident in her play. She pots the ball and the white ball spins wildly away to one side, leaving the white along the same cushion as the white.
"That was a fluke" I say "good luck with the black...don't let the white follow in", I have a big sarcastic grin across my face.
She moves around the table and he follows, he holds her from behind as he guides her queue to the right position, then he tilts her queue up, causing him to push himself against her ass. He gently guides her hand and the queue back and forward a couple of times. She looks at him over her shoulder with a naughty smiles, turn back and takes the shot, the black rolls gracefully into the pocket as the white ball stops dead in it's track.
"Fucking fluke, you wouldn't be able to win again if it wasn't for your friend, how could you win that, you are shit at pool".I say with an angered tone in my competitive voice.
"Just go and get the drinks in, I need the toilet" she says.
I walk into the front bar as the barman is stood at that end of the bar, he is serving 2 of the poker players, so I wait patiently. 5 minutes goes past and eventually it's my turn to be served. I order two pints and wait for them to be poured. I carry them into the back room and place them on the table. The tables is still empty apart from the white ball and my remaining yellow.
Sandi is still in the bathroom and the guys jacket and pint is still on the bar but he is nowhere to be seen.
I wait a couple more minutes and then hear my phone beep... It's a WhatsApp message from Sandi.
I open the message and it's a video of the guy from the bar...
"You need to learn manners and respect your woman.... This is what happens if you respect them...." He said facing the camera, he then pans the camera around and down to Sandi, on her knees. She looks up to the camera with a naughty look in her eye that I had never seen before. "Hi babe, I'm just repaying a favour for helping me win at pool, hope you don't mind", she says with a smile. The camera moves to show her holding his big dick in her hand, she then licks the end of it and proceeds to take it in her mouth, sucking at it longingly. The video then stops...
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