Wing Women

[deadfall]

Rack, break, put the balls in the holes in sequential order, repeat.

I was playing nine ball by myself at the pool hall on a Friday night. I was pretty good at pool, although I was a bit rusty. Hadn't played in several months. But it's sort of like riding a bike, it comes back pretty quick. Years before, I had taken the game seriously. Played for money and all that. Never too much money. Twenty here, a hundred there. But mostly beer.

That night, I played alone. I drank a few beers and waited.

Rack, break, put the balls in the holes in sequential order, repeat.

I was feeling anxious. The pool hall was busy. A pretty eclectic group. I was fairly certain that everyone was over 21 being that it was a drinking establishment. But man, some of those girls looked young. Maybe I was just getting older.

But they weren't all looking young. Some looked older. Some looked classy. Some looked slutty. Some looked hard and mean. Some looked innocent.

I waited, checking my watch. It was nearly ten o'clock. Nearly time to turn the world upside down. Things would either go smooth or we'd find our asses brushing dirt off our shirts on the street in minutes.

As I shot the four ball in the corner, I saw them come through the door. They didn't even look at me. They just went straight to the bar and ordered drinks. With my money. All a part of the arrangement.

The two girls hadn't known each other before that day. I had met them at a coffee shop in the afternoon. One was tall, with dark hair and tattoos running down her arms. She wore all black and some wicked looking black boots with tread fit for climbing sheer cliffs. The only things that weren't black on her were her pale skin and a red bandanna around her neck. Ah, Valerie, a modern day vampire.

The other looked like your average girl. Cute and wholesome. Average height, blond hair, blue eyes, and red lipstick. She wore a jean jacket, blue jeans and flip flops, showing off hot pink toenails. The kind of girl you'd take home to mother I guess. Samantha, the girl next door.

The blaring difference in their appearances was of great concern to me at our meeting, and even more so at the pool hall that night. Why would these two girls hang out together? What could they have in common? They had both assured me at the coffee shop that it wouldn't be an issue. I supposed it wouldn't, considering our correspondence together.

The girls had replied to an ad that I placed on the internet. It read:

SEEKING WING WOMAN- $30 PER HOUR AND FREE DRINKS

BE OPEN MINDED - HAVE FUN - HELP A GUY OUT - MAKE SOME MONEY ON A FRIDAY NIGHT - CONTACT FOR DETAILS

There was no need to be specific. It's all in the packaging. I posted in various sections at various times and received nearly thirty responses. It was then that I gave the respondents the scenario. Some never replied. Some told me that I was weird and to get bent. And a few were genuinely interested. My plan wasn't so insane. And for all intents and purposes, it could turn out to be an entertaining evening.

In the end, I went with Val and Sam. Before the coffee shop, I had no idea what they looked like. What did I care? Their looks weren't what was important. It was their attitude. And through correspondence, they seemed open minded and fun. So what the hell.

Val asked me if her husband could go to the pool hall. I said sure, but he shouldn't blow her cover. They shouldn't hang out. She agreed.

I looked around the pool hall and wondered which guy was her husband. Had he brought friends? I decided not to think about it. I had my own role to play in this little escapade.

TBC

[FinalFox]

I like this so far..it's well written and doesn't whinge on for ages on one piece of detail. the way it is written seems reminiscent to me of some kind of short movie, with the sentence about the iteration of games of pool at the start of the story and at some other point midway. I can imagine this short movie, with the pool tables, varnished wood bar surfaces, the diverse characters and the half-empty glasses of beer, beginning with a voice narration while we watch the character play pool..

it should be interesting as to what is about to unfold..

Please keep going dude!

[Wokon by]

awwwww (tbc?!?!?) tell us MORE!!!!

[hhhmmm]

curious to see where this is going?:)

Please continue this:)

hhhmmm

[deadfall]

I tried my best to ignore the girls. Do my own thing. A glance here or there. Nothing more. I just played pool and drank my beer.

They were talking. Laughing. Looking cute. Old friends, met up again after years of separation? Lesbian lovers? Perhaps they worked together? I could only imagine what the other patrons thought, if they even cared. It's only when you're up to something devious that such details reveal themselves with such clarity. If I didn't know better, they'd probably be less than a passing thought. Hmmm, there's an unusual duo.

I tried to ignore them as they approached. Tried to look sort of drunk, which I was, and intent on my game.

"Excuse me." The music was at a good ambient volume and her voice was clear, but I ignored her. 8 ball, side pocket. I imagined that it would be right for me to assume she was talking to someone else.

"Excuse me!" She tapped on my shoulder and I rose and turned around. Did I look surprised enough? Too surprised? "Hi." Said Val. "We were wondering if we could play a couple of games with you?"

I looked around, trying to look out of my element. "Oh. Uh..." Fortunately there weren't any open tables, so the situation didn't seem to preposterous.

"Unless you prefer to play alone." Sam said in a mocking way.

I chuckled. They were good. Cocky. "Uh, sure. Nine ball or eight ball?"

"Whichever. Either way, you lose." Said Val, seeming indifferent.

"Really" I said. I looked over at two guys playing on the table next to us. Clean cut, collared shirts, eyeballing Sam like she was a piece of meat. I just chuckled.

"Keep laughing, hotshot." Said Sam, laying her jacket on a stool. Val placed two drinks on a tiny table.

I rolled my eyes and pulled the balls out of the pockets and started to rack for a game of 8 ball while they settled in and found acceptable cues. Val didn't waste any time breaking. We didn't really talk while we played. She was actually quite good. I was relieved. I wouldn't have to dumb down my play too much. She made five balls in before my turn. I ran four in before snookering myself. She missed. And I ran out and sank the eight.

She just stood there and stared at me. "Nice game." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Thanks. Play another?"

"How about we make it interesting." Val said.

"How so?"

"Play for a drink?" She asked, fondling the cue ball.

I looked over at Sam and smiled. "I don't know. I'd hate to take your money."

"Oh, really!" said Sam, getting up from her chair. "Typical man! To good to play for a drink against a woman!"

"Yeah, guys can be such pussies sometimes." joined Val.

"Hey, now. If you wanna play for drinks, we can play for drinks." And so it began. Start small. That was the plan.

We played several games. After about 45 minutes, they had about four extra drinks on their table and I was drinking my third free (paid for by me) beer. Then the girls wanted to play for money. I disregarded the idea outright. The relationship we had created before the eyes of the hall was playful and slightly mean. Eventually, I gave in and played for ten dollars. We played and I won. Sam handed me ten dollars (my dollars).

"I warned you." I said, smiling and shaking my head.

"Oh, so you think you're better than me?" Asked Val. She was actually getting drunk.

"At pool. Yeah. I've never met a woman who could best me in pool."

"You wanna place a wager on it?" Val asked. The girls were pretty loud.

"I thought we already were wagering on it." I laughed.

"Okay, then you won't mind if we raise the stakes a bit." Said Sam.

I shook my head. "Look, I don't want to send you to the poor house."

"Ha ha." Sam mocked. "Not money, fool. Something else. Something to show you how inferior you actually are, little man."

I raised my eyebrows. "I'm pretty sure we've already determined who's inferior here."

"Okay, then here's the wager. Something for you. Against something for us." Sam put her arm around Val. "If you win. You get us. All night long. We'll make your nastiest, most perverted dreams come true."

I looked around. Several people had definitely taken notice. "Ah, and if you win?"

"Well, you get to show everyone just how inferior you really are."

[deadfall]

I tried to look confused. "And how do you propose I do that?"

"Well, the way I see it, you're no better than the ground we walk on. So, if you lose, that's exactly what we, and any woman who comes by gets to do."

Once again, I play at not getting it. "To do what?"

"Walk all over you. For one night, every woman who wants to gets to walk all over a man."

I tried to look surprised. A few people had actually started to congregate on our table. Val and Sam were being sufficiently loud and obnoxious to draw plenty of attention.

I laughed nervously. "You have to be joking, right?"

"Hell, no, we're not joking. I promise you, we make a great team, and you're prize isn't a small one." Sam squeezed Val tight. Like a lesbian lover. That wasn't exactly a part of the plan, but it was certainly arousing.

"I don't know."

"What, are you a pussy? All you have to do is beat my girl here at pool. Best of five. Three itsy bitsy little games." Sam was looking vindictive.

"Dude," One of the two guys at the next table said. "You're nuts if you don't do it."

"Yeah, come on. You're so good. You can't lose. You said it yourself. I guess you just can't play under pressure."

I tried to seem contemplative about the whole thing. Sam actually came over, grabbed my groin and started breathing on my neck. Not a part of the plan.

"Um, okay. Fine. Best of five."

"Whooo hooo!" Val screamed. "It's oooonnnn!"

Now, more and more people approached to watch us play. They talked, whispered, drank and watched. I racked the balls for eight ball and we started.

[hhhmmm]

I can't wait to see how this goes!:)

hhhmmm:)

[xShOcKeRx]

OMG NO, WERES THE REST!? HOW DARE YOU LEAVE US IN SUSPENSE!! LOL damn you

[FinalFox]

man, this is getting good!! it actually sounds like a practical plan for us to carry out to get women to walk on us!

[thesully]

that's cool as hell! sounds like something i would do or already have done. oh well, do go on.

[deadfall]

I literally have no life I think. Just work. Okay, next reply will continue it. This one may take awhile to complete, but it has an end. So, there you go.

[deadfall]

When you embark on something new, a scam, a ploy, an invention, you tend to do a great deal of guess work. You try to imagine what "normal" and "real" are. And you spend a great deal of time trying to fit that description and being self conscious of other people's perception of you. For this little adventure, I needed to seem like I wanted to win the games even though I didn't. There was no orgy at the end of this tunnel. The real prize came in defeat.

I broke the first game. And I played extremely well. I ran out the rack in fact.

I laughed, "How about a warm up kiss, sweetheart."

"Yeah, how about you warm up kiss my toes." Said Sam, raising her foot up in the air while taking a drink of whatever the hell it was she was drinking.

Some people laughed. One of the guys on the next table, who had completely stopped playing and watched, whispered, "You're so gonna get laid, dude."

I just smiled and whispered back, "Yeah, if they live up to their end of the bargain."

"What's that?" Asked Val.

I looked at her, confused.

"What'd you say?"

"Uh, I just said, I wasn't sure if you'd hold up your end of the bargain." I replied.

She crinkled her brow, "Do you have any diseases?"

"Uh, no."

"Does your dick work?"

I was actually blushing. "Yeah."

"Well, then you don't have anything to worry about. Except losing. It's your break."

I broke again and nearly ran out the table. Just one solid left and the eight ball.

"Thanks for getting your balls out of my way, honey. That's going to make it a lot easier." And it did. She ran the whole table out. We were tied one to one and I hadn't even missed on purpose yet.

We continued playing with some minor bickering and ended up tied two to two. I was starting to feel anxious. I gave myself a fifty fifty shot of winning even if I tried. Basically, even if I wanted to back out, my chances weren't good. And there were about twenty people around our table now, most of them women and the rest of the bar seemed to be watching.

On the last game, I didn't even get a chance to shoot. Val broke and ran the table, sinking the eight in the corner, followed by a largely feminine cheer, and a largely masculine sound of disappointment and pity. I was actually surprised, looking dumbly at the table, the beer in my hand meeting my lips in a weak attempt at sobering me up for the occasion.

The crowd was such that Val and Sam actually began speaking to them as though an audience to a live performance. And unknown to the crowd, in a way, it was a performance. Only Val and Sam were quite drunk by then and just having a grand time with the whole thing.

Sam grabbed my arm and pulled me up from my seat. I tried to look thoroughly horrified, petrified, dumbfounded, and defeated. "Okay, first of all, what do you have to say for yourself?"

I frowned at her. "I don't know. Good game I guess."

"NO NO NO!!!" Sam cried. "You're supposed to say that women are superior to men in every way!" She awaited my response. She repeated it as though teaching me a foreign phrase, nodding her head with every other syllable in anticipation of me repeating it with her. "Women are far superior to men in every way."

I sort of chuckled. "Is saying that going to get me out of this?"

She laughed. "What do you think Val? If he says it, does he get out of the bet?"

Val didn't even contemplate. "HELL NO! He wouldn't have let us out of our end!"

"I agree one hundred percent. You're not going to back out are you?"

I tried to look angry. "I'm a man of my word."

[deadfall]

"Good. Now, would you do something for me?" Sam asked.

"What's that?"

"Quit standing there and lay on the floor. I think I'm far too superior and you're far too inferior for me to be standing on this shitty bar room floor."

I looked on the cheap, stained, and dirty green floor. There really wasn't going to be a very good place to lay anywhere. "Fine." I said. I crouched down tentatively.

"Keep going." Said Val. I sat down. Sam slipped her bare foot from her flip flops and placed it lightly on my chest, gently nudging me back.

"That's it. You can do it." She said. Once I was all the way back, I looked around to see half the bar standing around watching. People were laughing, taking pictures with their cell phones, calling out various things, some degrading, some funny, some supportive.

Sam stepped up onto my chest, balancing herself with the cocktail table, her bare feet pressing wonderfully on my chest. I squinted my eyes a little, as though unsure how it would be.

I laughed, opening my eyes. "Hmmm, it's not so bad." I said to the two guys at the next table. "Wanna swap out?"

They laughed. "Not a chance dude."

"It's not so bad because this is your rightful place." Smiled Sam from above. "Beneath a woman's feet."

"Not so bad, huh?" Val stood over me. "You're place is under every woman's feet in this bar, including mine. And I'm not taking my shoes off." She raised a thickly treaded boot over my face and let it hover there.

I brushed it aside, trying to seem annoyed. "Whatever, bring it on."

Val walked around and stepped up quickly onto my stomach, Her boots feeling like cleats, digging through my soft t-shirt. I tightened my stomach to support her as she bounced up and down. The crowd oooo'ed and awwwwwed at the whole thing.

"You gonna cry big man?" Asked Val. Her boots grinding as she swayed from side to side, the tread grinding across my flesh in fine rugburn fashion.

I covered my wincing with a smile, but I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I didn't want it to seem like it hurt as bad as it actually did because then there would be sympathy amongst the crowd. At that point, I didn't really want to be saved.

I laughed. "Well, you're just a dainty thing, aren't you? I guess you're not pregnant yet."

Val stopped grinding and bouncing and peered around Samantha, who was drinking more of her drink, and looked at me. "Isn't that like the sole function of women? Take men's money and get pregnant?"

Val leaped up and stomped down once really hard on my stomach once before stepping off of me. Her jump caused Sam to spill some of her drink on my shirt sleeve. "Ooops, sorry about that." Said Sam.

I laughed at Val's jump despite the pain.

"Hey, the bet was that he had to play carpet to any and every woman who wanted to use him for the rest of the night!" She said to the bystanders. "I'll be using the little shit as much as possible, but I'm going to get a drink from the bar, so feel free." I watched her make her way through the crowd and up to the bar, then looked up at Sam, who was smiling down at me.

She turned around on my chest to face the somewhat dissipating audience, her soft feet a nice reprieve from Val's heavy boots. She pointed to a couple of girls who were watching.

"Hey, you guys wanna try it out? It'd make a great picture. He doesn't mind, do you?" She looked down at me.

I looked up at her and sighed. Then I smiled and looked at the two girls. "No, it's alright. What the hell. The sun shines on a woman's ass every once in awhile."

[xShOcKeRx]

Gotta have more bro... LOL great story... thanks

[WalkOnSparky]

wow, awesome story!