A/N
I was listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival and out came this one shot / chapter / whatever it is. I am not a writer, I am a reader. However I didn't want to let these words go to waste on my desktop. You are free to love it, hate it or anything in between. I am going back to what I do best; enjoy the great stories around here.
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What is mine is yours and what is yours certainly ain't mine.
Charming, California
A sandy open parking area separates me from the local bar called Crossroads on the outskirts of Charming. A few cars and a Harley Davidson Dyna are the only vehicles that are parked near the entrance of the bar. I cross the lot towards the door and silently curse the place already. The sun is burning on my back and the wind lifts up the sand and debris and twirls it around. I'm only out of my car for a mere few moments and I already feel the desperate need for a shower and a change of clothes.
Pushing my sunglasses up in my hair I make a quick scan of the people in the bar. A couple of airheads are hanging around the pool table. I hear their loud laughter and bragging going on. If I had to describe them I would say they fit in the 'pumped muscles, no brains' category.
I make my way towards the bar, key of the motel in my hand and the heavy traditional key ring makes a clunking sound when it hits the bar.
The guy sitting at the bar immediately tilts his head to read the number on the key ring that displays room number 124.
He is wearing dark jeans and judging by the fading patches, it wouldn't surprise me if it is his favorite pair. He has the sleeves of his, also dark, shirt pushed up his arms. A leather cuff around his wrist and a tattoo on his lower arm. I swallow hard and am slightly disgusted by myself. I am such a sucker for leather and ink. He wears a leather belt with a few studs and a steel wallet chain is hanging down the side of his leg going to his back pocket which is there probably more for decoration then it is for protecting his money. He doesn't look like he needs a chain for securing his money, he seems perfectly capable of doing that himself.
His eyes are bright blue standing in contrast with his dark, wild curly hair and I wonder what he is doing in a mud hole like this. He turns his body in my direction to get a better view of me. I manage to read the words off his tattoo death before dishonour. I immediately get this sickening feeling in my stomach. I have to let him go. The downfall of my job, I am stuck with the airheads and this guy who is now shamelessly checking me out, doesn't fit that profile. I give him a halfhearted smile as I ask the bartender for a glass of Jim Beam.
Those blue eyes are roaming my body, taking in the details of my long tanned legs, my ass, my hips and my tits.
I am wearing a light-colored skirt, that's lengthwise that tiny bit too short to pull it off as classy and a dark blue tailored blouse. Top buttons are undone far enough that when I lean forward the edge of my white laced bra is showing. Nothing classy about that, it's deliberate and intended that way.
I take my glass of the bar and give the dark man a small nod and a shy smile before I make my way to a table nearby the pool table. Sitting down I put my motel key next to my glass in plain view for anyone who is interested to see.
It doesn't take long before one of the dipshits starts talking to me. I see him looking down my blouse trying to get a sneak preview of what he hopes might come to him later. I am not listening to what he is saying but nevertheless I laugh at him and cross my legs, knowing very well my skirt will ride up just that little higher on my thigh showing him more flesh. Dipshit must like it.
"Want another one of those?" He motions towards my glass.
Hook, line, sinker. I smile in appreciation and flutter my eyelids. "I can give you the money for it." I say. The sweetness in my voice is nearly making me throw up.
"That's ok sugar. I got it." And he gives me a sly wink.
Dipshit. I follow him with my eyes as he makes his way to the bar. His mates are brawling out the typical testosterone driven remarks, sounding very sure that 'someone' will get laid tonight.
I pretend I don't hear them and keep looking at my dipshit. The dark man looks at me and searches my eyes for attention. Fuck, that's why I don't hang out with men like him, they are too observant.
I see the question in his eyes and know he isn't oblivious to the fact that something isn't right with this picture. Pretty shy girl, all alone, new in town, drinking whisky and sitting voluntarily with a bunch of dipshits in a mud hole like this.
I shake my head slowly and barely noticeable telling him 'no' and I pray to God that he leaves me alone. I see him lean back against the bar, crossing his legs at his ankles. That's it dark man, you stay put. So far so good.
Dipshit looks over his shoulder in my direction and he is rewarded with my never wavering attention and a little wave in his direction. He comes back and starts talking. Again I hardly pay any attention to his words, I smile, shift on my chair giving him more of me to see and answer the sad pickup lines he throws at me. Are you new in town, who are you with, how long are you staying and there it is, the line I have been waiting for.
"Want to join me for a game of pool?"
YES! Fucking hell what took you so long? I scream inwardly. "I don't know, I am not very good at it, haven't done it for a while."
"I will show you how to do it." He says reassuringly.
"Don't make fun of me then ok?" I slowly get up and let him lead me towards the table. He waves his mates to the side ordering them to get another round of drinks in.
Dipshit shows me how to hold the cue and how to chalk it. Someone should tell him to chalk the cue not cue the chalk, but what do I know.
He stands behind me to explain how to look over the cue to get a more accurate aim. His broad arms around me and his hands on mine. I bent over a little but he tells me to lean as far forward as I possibly can. I do as told and rub my ass against his crotch.
"Oh, I am sorry." I squeak and jump up while spinning around. He laughs down at me and tells me it is quite alright. I bet it is … dipshit.
After a few more instructions we hit the ball and it goes into the corner pocket. I jump in his arms.
"We done it!"
Similar events go on for another fifteen minutes and by then I am shooting pool like a noob with him alternating between standing behind me to look at my ass and standing in front of me to stare at my tits. All the time the dark man at the bar never left his spot. I look at him from the corner of my eye and he has this boyish grin on his face. Like a kid that rang the doorbells of all the houses in the street … in the middle of the night.
"You guys ever play for money?" I ask without showing too much interest in the answer.
"Yeah we were playing ten bucks a game."
That's when things finally become interesting. I win some, I lose some more and give the airheads a round of drinks. I Offer the dark man at the bar a drink as well for no particular reason other than my own personal pleasure.
The dipshits start their bragging again and I am inning, claiming it on my beginners luck. They all put fifty bucks in an empty beer glass and it is decided that I can play the winner for the fun of it since it wouldn't be fair for me to join in. I totally agree and watch them play, cheer them on and my dipshit wins the pot.
I rub against him and stroke his ego by telling him how good he is. I feel his hands on my waist and I look up to him.
"So now I will play with you right?"
"You can play with me anytime."
I laugh at him, roll my eyes and slap him playfully on his chest. "I mean play against you."
Innocently I twirl my hair around my finger. "And if I win, do I get the money then?" I ask with my most adorable cheeky grin.
His mates start laughing and tell him that he should be a man about it. Dipshit isn't the slightest bit concerned about the possibility that he might lose his money and generously agrees.
I miss the first shot blaming it on the whisky and he is starting to get distracted if not annoyed by my words of advice, my questions and my laughing every time he takes a shot.
It is down to the last ball and I throw my hands in the air. "Oh no! I am never gonna do that! I don't even have to try it!"
Dipshit however, encourages me to try and I make a half attempt of putting the ball in the pocket.
"Oh my God! Did you see that!" I jump up and down with excitement. The ball went straight in.
He laughs, even though it is a bit sourly but pressured by the insults of his mates he hands me the money. I kiss his cheek and grab the money from his hand and tuck it safely away in my bra. "You sure you are alright with that?" Money far away in the pocket before offering it back, makes it whole lot harder for dipshit to come up with the lame 'let's do fifty fifty' response. However before he can answer I am already rubbing my hands on his chest, purring excitedly in his ear. "Oh my, I never thought I had a chance."
He puts on a brave front. "You win some, you lose some." He looks back at his mates. "We have to head out now."
He clearly can't stand the humiliation any longer and the fact that his mates are taunting him over his loss isn't helping him much.
"Will I see you around?" He asks.
"I'll be around." I say to him as I hug him goodbye. "Thank you for the nice afternoon."
I wave goodbye to his mates and watch them walk out the bar. Two hundred and fifty dollars clean in the pocket. Not bad for a good hour of free drinking and playing pool. I grab my key of the table and take a stand close to the window looking out over the lot watching the airheads getting in their cars.
"You wouldn't have gotten away with that with me." I hear a voice behind me that makes me jump and I forget to breathe for a minute.
"Husssssssstler." The 's' comes out as a hissing snake and the tone of his voice is challenging and somewhat reprimanding. I can feel how close he is standing and it sends an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. I didn't expect him to call me out the way he does.
"Fuckheads deserved it and it was quite entertaining."
I let out a sigh of relieve. "I am glad you liked it. Thanks for not ratting me out." I say looking over my shoulder before staring back out the window.
"Looking for the payback?" He snorts.
I can't help but laugh. "Can't be too careful these days. Not all men take it very well to get their ass kicked by a girl, no matter how lucky she was."
"Suppose so." He says. "I think you are good to go. They're gone." He looks over my shoulder through the window still standing undeniably close to me. "You going back to the motel?"
My time to snort. "You think I'd be flaunting that key around if I was? Some poor innocent individual might get a late night visit of one hormonal beefcake." I laugh. "Lucky in love, not in the game. I guess dipshit lucks out twice today."
I cock my head, give him a smile and push myself past him to go out the door. I walk to my pickup and turn around when I hear a loud whistle. I frown and see the dark man jog his way over to me.
"Can you play your gig again tonight on one of my brothers?"
His face sports an evil grin and I see a plan forming in his head.
"Money any good?"
"I'll double whatever you manage to squeeze out of him."
"Let's talk." Double the money is always a good way to get my attention.
We sit in my pickup and he tells me what he has in mind. He warns me that his brothers are a bit more perceptive then those airheads in the Crossroads. Together we form a nice little plan and I can tell he is already getting all giddy at the thought. It is almost ... cute.
"If things go south, you'll take the heat." I point my finger at him warningly. "You want me to play dirty with your brothers on their own turf. That ain't something I normally burn my fingers on."
"You'll make it work."
"I'm just saying." We lock eyes for a moment and I feel the excitement rage through my stomach. I am never one to let down a good thrill. "Ok I'll do it. Pick me up in front of the barbershop on Main around seven and we'll make a big show of it."
He nods, jumps out of my truck makes his way back to his bike. He has a nice swagger going on and ... a fucking nice ass.
Seven rolls along and so does the Harley Davidson of my dark man. Sounds a whole lot better than my dipshit. Much more potential. Tig stops in front of me and studies my appearance. It's a different outfit from what I was wearing earlier. For some reason I don't think the 'innocent, lonely new girl in town' look would go down to well. Tonight I needed a bit more sass and a lot more whore added to the way I look.
"Hot." He comments and I see him lick his lips. Shameless.
"Not half bad yourself." I answer coolly.
He gives me a cocky grin. Fucker knows I am all his tonight. Not that I am complaining, but he doesn't need to know. He tilts his head back indicating me to get on the back of his bike. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and swing my leg over his bike. I shuffle my ass closer to him and wrap my arms around his waist. With a little squeeze I let him know I am good to go. He quickly places one of his hands over mine to check if I have a strong enough hold and starts the engine.
Few minutes later we roll up this parking lot. He finds his spot in between a line of parked bikes. I wait till he kills the engine before I get off. My back towards the clubhouse displaying my ass I lean my head back and shake my long dark hair untangling it with my fingers. Tig told me it was unfortunate that I wasn't a blonde. Guess what? You can't win 'em all.
When he gets off his bike I wrap my arms around his waist and press my body flush to his side resting my head against his chest.
"Ready?" He whispers in my ear.
"You set me up in there, I'll follow your lead we will see what happens."
He grabs my chin roughly and places a hard, dare I say painful, kiss on my lips. I feel we are being noticed, he breaks off the kiss and sets a steady pace towards the clubhouse door. I follow behind him, struggling to keep up in my high heeled pumps. Fucker could have slowed down just a little. There are a few people standing outside. Men wearing cuts like Tig's, a few without but overall it isn't really busy. Thank God there are only a handful of skimpy clothed skanks around. I ain't got time tonight to deal with some hair pulling, nail scratching bitch who's scared to lose her dick. I am no stranger into the biker world, I know how it rolls. Still … boys will be boys, this is just a different league I am going to play in.
"Tigger, where did ya find that piece of ass." I hear behind me. Normally I would ignore it but now I turn at my shoulders and let my hands go over my ass and give him a wink showing my appreciating for the compliment. The catcalls and whistles guarantee me that we will have no problem of getting the right man to the pool table tonight, with maybe a bit of an audience but I can work with that. The more the merrier, right?
I follow Tig to the bar where he gets a bottle of Jim Beam and two shot glasses. We down one shot real quick and then he walks, bottle and all, to the chairs gathered around the pool table with me following on his heels. He bumps hard into a blond haired guy on his way over there and I figure that's tonight's mark. I give him an apologizing look and shrug my shoulders as I speed up to close the gap that fell between Tig and me.
Tig sits down and motions me to come and sit next to him. He explained to me he wasn't much of a PDA kinda guy within in the club unless you count getting fresh with one-night-stands and whores as such. I explained to him that I didn't expect him to be 'nice'to me.
I sit close to him while I run my hand over the back of his neck and through his hair. Softly scratching his scalp with my nails. I let the fingers of my other hand run over his lower arm, tracing the lines of his tattoo and rest my face against his shoulder.
He sits there, unaffected by my presence and watches the two men who are just about to break a game. The one glares at me with dark eyes and a blank expression and I thank the lord that I am not about to take his money, the other one has a softer expression in his eyes and looks at me with a curious interest.
The bold one with the intense stare finds his way standing next to Tig, foot propped up against the wall, half leaning on the cue he is holding. He throws me one more look before he focuses back at his opponent. He is observant and perceptive like Tig but more in a 'still waters run deep' kinda way where Tig is more driven on impulse and pushes for a reaction. Interesting yet complex personalities and the kind of men I tent to steer clear of.
"Where have you been hiding that?" He asks Tig without looking at him. His voice is as dark as his eyes are.
"Been hiding shit." He snorts back. "Picked her up at the 'lost and found' office. This is Happy" He waves at ... yeah well Happy. "Hap this is ... "
He stops talking as if he doesn't know my name and looks at me for an answer. I lock onto his blue eyes and without breaking eye contact I wave some sort of hello in the direction where Happy is standing "Sue." I say still looking in Tig's blue eyes.
Happy pushes himself off the wall to take the next shot. These guys clearly have had some time to kill around the pool table.
Tig takes a healthy swig straight from the bottle and puts it down next to him on the table. I reach for the bottle but he stops me by grabbing my wrist. He pulls me towards him and onto his lap so I am sat facing him.
"Best seat in the house baby." He says as he offers me the bottle and I take a generous sip and cough a little as the fluid burns in throat. I wrap my arms around Tigs neck and I feel his hands on my ass pulling me closer to his body.
I lean in closer and place a soft kiss in his neck. He doesn't push me away so I suppose I am allowed to whore around a bit. I leisurely lick his neck, suck and nibble on his skin while my tongue swirls in between the places I am attacking. His hands find their way under my tight fitted shirt lifting it up revealing some skin of my lower back. I move my kisses towards his ear and gently pull his earlobe with my teeth, my teeth gazing down his jaw in my search for his lips. I hear a low rumble coming from his chest and he shifts on his chair. I must be doing something right if his growing dick in his jeans is any indication. Gig or no gig, I am going to make this as pleasurable for myself as I possibly can.
I feel this warm, wanting and longing feeling playing up in the lower part of my stomach and if I want to keep a little control over the situation I need to give myself a way out. Since a cold shower is out of the question I reach for the bottle on the table.
I let out a frustrated sigh that puts that cocky grin back on Tigs face again. I stretch my body as I take another long gulp out the bottle, arching my back, giving Tig a nice view of my chest and I see his eyes on my throat as I swallow down the whisky.
I watch him putting his lips on the mouth of the bottle drinking enough whisky out of it that would make my head spin.
I nudge him with my nose against his cheek before I lean back and close my eyes trusting Tig to support me and keep me from falling. I sway from left to right on his lap letting my arms hang limp down my body. I lay my head in my neck so my hair comes loose of my back, the movement of my hair against my skin sends shivers through my body. It feels free, calming, relaxing and the feeling of his hands on my back keeping me from falling is turning me on.
I feel his dick respond to my subtle grinding. Tig pulls me up a bit and I feel his hands move up my sides taking my shirt up with them exposing more of my skin and I feel the warmth of his hands as they make their way higher up my body. His hands are rough, strong and the feeling of my skin rolling under the pressure of his fingers makes me want to give up and give in. Goosebumps follow the shiver that rolls down my spine and I feel my nipples erect as he swipes his thumbs under the edge of my bra. I want to surrender to this feeling, to his hands, his body, to him.
I open my eyes before lust takes me to a place I don't need to go as of yet.
I take another sip out of the bottle and let him lick the excess whisky of my lips. I open my mouth for him and feel his tongue find mine. I wish I could forget about the whole purpose of why I am here and why this man is all over me or why I am all over him. This was part of the deal but it was never meant to be so …. distracting.
I am brought back into reality by a voice behind me.
"Pack it in, you're hurting my eyes." We break up our little make out session and I hide my face in the crook of Tigs neck looking in the direction of where the voice came from. I shyly look in the eyes of who I presume is Koz. Tig gives me a little squeeze to confirm my assumption.
"Maybe you should look the other way then baby." I say teasingly while I get off Tigs lap only to turn around and sit back down so I am able to face Koz.
I feel Tigs chin on my shoulder, his scruffy hairs tingle my skin, his arms possessively wrapped around my waist.
"Fuck off Koz."
Koz gives a full on laugh and leans closer to me. "You're wasting your time with him sweetheart."
"I'm not complaining." I say as I lean back into Tig. "You think you can do better?"
He gives me a cocky smirk and huffs "and then some."
I look away from him and focus on the game in front of me. Tig is still holding on to me, his hands wandering over my thighs and I let out a content sigh. "Wanna play baby?" I ask him.
"I wanna play with you." He growls in my neck, loud enough for Koz to hear. I roll my eyes at him only for Koz to see and look longingly back at the pool table.
"I'll give you a game." Koz jumps at the opportunity. Line, hook, sinker.
"I better warn you, I can shoot a mean game of pool." My cheeky grin works it's magic once again and I take another long swig out of the bottle. I cough a little and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and then lick and suck the whisky of.
"I bet that's not the only thing you are good at." He winks.
"And then some." I reply using the same words as he did only moments ago. "but that's for me to know..." I lean to the side so I can kiss Tig on his lips "and for Tig here to find out."
Koz grabs my wrist and without so many words he removes Happy and the other man from the table.
"Best of three?" I ask as he pulls me off Tigs lap nearly causing me to stumble into his chest.
Koz looks at Tig and gives him an evil stare. "That I am sweetheart." He waves his hand between Tig, him and me. "The best of three."
Tig shoots daggers at him and if looks could kill I just lost my chance of winning some money. Holy fuck, the shit between these two runs deep.
I turn to Tig "Ok baby if I play a game? I won't if you don't want me too."
Koz pulls a face and mimics my words not passing on a chance to push Tigs buttons. Tig shrugs his shoulders as casually as he can and pretends he doesn't give a shit but his eyes are glued on Koz and tell a different tale.
"Alright then." I say brightly pretending to be completely oblivious to the pissing contest going on. "Best of three. You break the first game. You have either stripes or solids and eight ball is a call shot." I giggle at my own words. "Sorry, I always wanted to say it like that. Sounded pretty impressive eh? Just blame it on Jim over there." I point at the bottle.
Koz racks the balls as I am intently staring at the cue that was handed to me. I lean over the table and ask for the chalk. I see Koz looking at my tits and then eyeing Tig for a reaction. I told you, boys will be boys.
Koz breaks the first game and is set for stripes. I scratch my first shot. Giving him ball in hand and a definite confidence boost. "I haven't played for a while now but I'll get back into it." I try to brush it off and I see him laugh at my bluff as he pockets another of his balls.
I walk around the table and try and find that easy shot.
"Watch and learn." My eyes smile and I am making it apparent that I am more likely trying to convince myself then him.
I level my game to his skills but set him up perfectly for the last shot on the eight ball.
When he calls the corner and shoots the ball in the pocket I let out a little scream. I touch his arm and look at him wide eyed. "That was really good! Holy shit!"
He gives me one of his smirks that I am starting to recognize by now. "You won't be screaming those words if you stick with him tonight." He nods in the direction of Tig.
"Sounds like he's got something you want?" I say leaning closer to him.
Koz laughs at my comment. "Maybe you just met the better man sweetheart."
"Don't start bragging if you can't back it up." I snap back in a playful manner and give Tig a long sensual kiss, one of his hands gets a grip on my hair. He pulls me close and keeps me in place while his other hand rides up my leg until I feel him rub against my pussy through the fabric of my shorts. "Better enjoy your game while it lasts." He growls at me "It's all the foreplay you will get tonight."
"I doubt she will be enjoying herself later."
"Stop wasting my time." Tig spits out "Unlike you, I still have plans tonight."
I rack the balls for the second game and take a long time of getting them 'just right' watching the whole interaction between the two brothers. I walk passed Koz and shove him playfully out of my way with my hip. "Move babe. Retaliation time."
"Bring it on baby."
Even before the game starts it was destined for Koz to lose it. Which … he did. I made some major fuck ups but I guess you could say 'luck was on my side' in the end.
I do a little victory dance and decide it is time to set Koz up. The arguing between him and Tig had gathered the other men around the pool table. Laughing and joking about the never ending banter.
"One for one now Koz. All or nothing! Time to place your bets gentlemen."
The guys start laughing and look at each other then I hear Happy's voice over the rest. "Fifty on Sue."
He gets some weird looks of his brothers but he stares at me with his dark eyes. I raise my glass at him as a thank you. "You got more confidence in me then I have in myself." I laugh.
The guys place their bets, I get some sympathy votes but the majority puts their money on Koz.
"What about you Tigger? You got any faith in your girl?" Koz asks.
Koz locked on to Tig and I see the fire in Tigs eyes fuelling Koz's brain. I can tell koz is riled up. He didn't want to lose last game and now his brothers are making bets, some even against him.
Tig pulls me in front of him. "You gotta be in it to win it." Tig smirks as his hand goes all the way up between the inside of my legs again. I close my eyes and shiver visibly letting out a sigh. Good boy Tigger, wind me, I mean, wind him up little more.
I look at my hands and wipe them on my shorts. "You two are making me nervous. I feel like there is a whole lot more at stake here than just a game of pool."
"Wanna make this game a little more interesting sweetheart?" The question is addressed to me, however I get the feeling it has less and less to do with me at this point.
I pull out my money. "I got my weeks tips today at the bar." I say softly.
"He's not getting your money..." Tig says with a stern voice. He pulls me so close to his face that it is nearly frightening "or anything else of you for that matter."
I love playing games with Tig, this is how it feels to have a partner in crime. We should do this more often.
"It's alright Tig, I never gamble when I can't cover my losses. I can miss it, it's only my tip money."
"Yeah Tig, listen to the lady, she can miss it."
"She is not playing with her money." Tig grabs the money out of my hand and starts counting it. When he is done he sticks it back in my bra, not without having an obvious look at my nipple. He takes out his own wallet, grabs a bunch of notes and slams them on the table. "Two fifty."
"You sure about your girl Tigger, that's a bit more than lunch money." Koz taunts him.
"I am sure about my girl." The two are standing face to face and the tension is building.
I push myself in between them to try and create some distance between to two male dogs.
"Two fifty" Koz looks at Tig "and the girl."
"Hey Jack ass," I shove him in the chest. "I am not some sort of whore you can pass around over a game of pool." Koz looks startled by my reaction, it caught him off guard because he was too focused on Tig. Tig however has a wide, content, smile on his face. "Guess you showed her who the better man is Koz."
I huff and puff and act all offended.
"Let it go baby, you'll kick his ass." Tig rubs my back and gives Koz a challenging look. "Unless you want to back out now and save yourself the humiliation?"
Koz has anger written all over his face.
"Fuck off Tigger. That bitch is going down."
"She is … on me." Tig grabs his crotch.
"Erm, the bitch is still here. Shall I rack them up then?" I say with an uncertain voice.
"Hold on." Tig pushes me roughly to the side. "Koz needs to pay up first."
"You think I am not good for it Bro?"
"Seeing is believing. Put your money where your mouth is asshole."
Koz reaches for his wallet, counts the money out and slams it on the table on top of Tig's stash.
"You can kiss that money goodbye Tigger."
Tig lets out an evil laugh. "We'll see brother."
I am still standing on the side as I hear Happy's voice again. "Koz. Rack 'em up. Now." He pushes me towards the table and lowers his voice. "Kick his ass Suzy cue".
Koz is clearly feeling the pressure and being agitated doesn't help him either. I am guessing Koz never played such a bad game in his whole life but I am not going to walk all over him. He keeps his act together enough to pocket the easy shots so the game seems very equal. I manage to set him up with a few fairly impossible shots, placing the white ball behind mine, so he can't hit one of his first without using the band. I call the eight ball in the corner pocket and miss. I can see the relief on Koz's face and at the same time Tigs face tenses up.
"I am sorry baby." I pout to him.
Tig gives me a worrying look "You could have easily nailed that one."
"I know, but where's the fun in that eh?" I give him a wink.
Koz plays the last two balls away before it is my turn to call the pocket.
"Side pocket." I say confidently. I hear a few rumbles around me telling me that they aren't as convinced as I am.
"Shouldn't go take the corner one babe?"
"Maybe. Called is called though."
I manage to get the eight ball in the side pocket easily and the game is mine. I look at Koz and he is about to spit fire. He is so angry he can't see straight. He gets enough abuse of his brothers that I manage to keep my mouth shut. Fuck knows, if I am ever going to set foot in this place again I definitely don't want to be looking over my shoulder all the time.
Koz makes a hasty retreat to get some air and cool down. He certainly wasn't going to wait for Tig to rub it in his face. Around us the wagers are being paid out.
Tig pulls me close and whispers in my ear. "Good game Sue."
"Anytime babe, it was more than enjoyable." I say biting my lower lip slowly blinking my eyes.
Tig pulls me close and kisses me hard, but less painful then he did outside. I break it off and count my money. I split it in half to give Tig back his share. He looks at me with raised eyebrows. "I told you I would double it."
"I can't take your money Tig. I am not for sale and I can't be bought. I had a good time, so take it back before I change my mind."
"Nah keep it. It was worth it."
"Ok."
He looks at me with a surprised expression on his face. "Ok. Just ok? No 'tug of war'? No 'you keep it, no you keep it, no you'? No 'thank you Tig, you don't have to that'?"
I laugh. "Hustlers don't have feelings and no conscience for that matter and if we do … we don't allow ourselves to be bothered by them."
He nods as if he can relate to what I am saying.
"It's hard to take someone's money if you start feeling guilty about it." I say cheekily as I put his money away and get up to move to the door.
"No private celebration then either?" He opens his arms to invite me back on his lap.
"Nope, I never mix business with please."
He snorts. "That's not what it looked like earlier Suzy cue."
I look over my shoulder and give him something that should have passed as an evil grin if my eyes weren't smiling so much. "Sue me."
Whistling the melody of Suzy Q I walk out of the clubhouse, take off my heels and cross the concrete lot. My hand goes to my bra and I feel the banknotes securely tucked away. All in all, not a bad day.