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It was a quiet night in the bar. Business was rather slow during the weekdays, there were only a handful of customers that night. As a waitress in the bar, you had to stay alert for any new customers or when the existing customers need their drinks or snacks refilled.
A man entered the bar. With a hat on his red hair, dressed semi formally in a vest on top of a white shirt with a red bow tie around his neck and black slacks. He made his way to the bar counter and ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
He caught your attention. You can’t explain why but your eyes immediately drawn into him. His fingerless gloved hand reached out to the glass and took a sip of the whiskey as he loosen his bow tie and unbuttoned his collar. He looked around the bar and you caught him looking your way. For a brief moment, your eyes met and he let out a smirk. Flustered, you fidgeted as he made his way over to you with the whiskey glass on his hand.
“Excuse me, can I play?” He asked while placing the whiskey glass on the side of the billiard table.
Apparently you happened to be in his view when he was actually eyeing on the billiard table. How embarrassed you were.
“Y-yes you can.” You made way for him as he thanked you and proceed to pick up one of the cue sticks. As he was playing by himself, you stood by the side, eyes locked onto his very movements, hitting every billiard balls with accuracy. Every ball he hits down, he took a sip of whiskey.
“Hey you-,” the red haired called out to you, face slightly red from the alcohol, “-come and play with me.”
“M-me sir? I-I don’t know how to play.”
“I’ll teach you. It’s boring to play alone.” He looked around but there was nobody else except you and the bartender. You looked at the bartender, and he just shrugs as he made his way back to the store room, leaving you as the man’s only option.
“Please, I just want to play with someone. It’s rather lonely playing alone.” He pouted with his red cheeks, hoping that you would agree. You nodded and slowly moved closer to him. He reached out for another cue stick and handed it over to you.
“Come closer. I’ll teach you how to play. You hold the stick this way and bend your body forward on the table.” You mimicked his movements as he demonstrated to you.
“Not like that.” He goes behind you, holding your hands and adjusting them to hold the cue stick correctly. He was wearing fingerless gloves that made him extra sexy. His breathe on your neck, the warmth of his body on your back as he leaned in to fix your position on the table, made you blushed bright red. “Place your fingers like this and put the stick on your fingers like this”, he whispered in your ear. Your body trembled by his low voice. “Aim at the white ball to hit the coloured balls-”, his hands wrapped on your hands, controlling the cue stick and knock the balls, “-just like that.”
You both stared at the scattering balls, hitting every corner of the table. A full coloured ball went into the hole. “That is all to it. You got it?” He backed off from you and reached out for his glass. You nodded and covered your mouth to hide the blush.
He licked his lips and made a wager. If you win, you can request anything from him, but if he wins, he’ll just accept his victory and nothing more. Disappointed but at the same motivated, because you can request anything from him if you win, anything . Challenge accepted.
You both played together, taking turns to hit the balls. Occasionally, he takes a sip of his whiskey, making him even more tipsy as his face turned even redder and missed most of his hits. It was his way of handicapping since you were new to this.
As time passed, the balls on the table gotten lesser, especially the full coloured balls until the only ball left for you to hit was the black eight ball.
“Impressive. Hit this ball and you win.” He leaned on the edge of the table while waiting for you to hit the ball. One last aim, the balls hit and the black ball went down the hole, proclaiming your victory in the game of billiards with this man. You jumped with joy, excited like you just won a jackpot. You looked at him as he applaud you while walking close towards you. “So you’ve won. What will you request me to do for you?” He tilts your chin up and run his finger on your lips, with his blue sapphire eyes staring right into yours.
You requested a kiss. He was surprised to hear such a simple request. “Are you sure that will be enough from me? Just so you know, I’m a pretty good kisser.” He licked and bit his bottom lip. You nodded shyly and tried to avert your eyes from his beautiful eyes. “Okay~ If you say so…” He proceeded to lock lips with yours, his hands placed around your body to embrace you. His warm tongue invaded your mouth to play with your tongue. You could taste the alcohol in his mouth as he passionately kisses you.
You grabbed on his shirt, pulling him closer to you. His body reacted as he pushed you down on the billiard table. His hands reached for your hands and pulled them above your head, pinning you down as he eats you. He used one of his hands to hold your hands so you can’t escape, as his other hand made its way down your pants, unzipping it to expose your panties. His fingers rubbed your panty-covered clit, making your body shudder. Your moans were muffled by his mouth as he continued to kiss you.
He released your body and your lips, allowing you both to catch a breathe. “That’s it. You asked for a kiss so there you go.” He removed his hand from your lower waist. “But I can see you may need more than a kiss to calm you down.” He looked at his fingers, moist by your juices. Your face flushed red, panting and your eyes filled with the desire to be fucked by him. You used your legs to pull him close as he was still standing in between your legs. You grabbed his hand and placed them on your pussy, begging for him to continue where he left off. He chuckled by how needy you were. It was his fault after all, arousing you but only to later leave you hanging.
He leaned forward on top of you again. “I’ll make you feel good.” His hand made his way into your panties and tapped on your clit. His leather glove and his cold fingers touched your skin made you shiver and can’t help but let out a light moan. “Shh… Do you want your colleague to hear your lewd cries?” His other hand covered your mouth. He rubs his finger on your clit, circulating the tip and lowering his rubs close to your pussy.
“Isn’t this exhilarating? You’re about to be finger fucked by someone you’ve just met.” He slides in his a finger into your pussy, gently moving in and out. “You’re so wet, and it seems that one finger is not enough to fill you.” He slides in another finger, and moved them in you. Your moan at every push he made. He kept staring at you with his smug blue eyes as your eyes were calling out to him, asking for more.
Your body slowly arched and started to tremble as you about to reach your climax. Your moans became louder, to the point where he had to use his mouth to cover your moans. With a few more push, you came on his fingers.
“Oh, my glove is all wet now”, he removed his hand from your panties, “but it was all worth it.” He licked his fingers and stared at your limp body on the table. “See, I knew a kiss as a reward wasn’t enough for you.” He helped you zip your pants and sit you up from the table.
He took a last shot of the remaining whiskey. “I’ll get going now. It was fun.” He gave you one last kiss and carried you down from the table. You tidied your uniform, making it tidy after all that action . You walked him to the exit. “Before I go,” he took your hand and kisses it, “my name is Chuuya, Nakahara Chuuya. I’ll come by again so we can have a rematch. I won’t go so easy on you next time.” He winks and leaves the bar.