Dawn gets fired! - Sex Stories

Dawn gets fired!

... and barely got her pants undone and down before she stumbled down on to the toilette. By now her head was spinning and all her anger and resentment had fast faded, leaving her warm and fuzzy, craving more liquor , and feeling like she was eighteen again. Maybe she would go back out and shoot a couple games of pool, her parents always had a pool table and she used to beat her brothers all the time while they were growing up. She finished in the stall and stood before the mirror examining her appearance. Not bad she thought as a wicked idea crossed her mind. She reached around behind and under her shirt and un snapped her bra pulling it out the armholes and stuffed it to the bottom of her purse. Nothing wrong with a little competitive edge she thought as she strolled out of the bathroom, past her bar stool and over to the two pool tables in the far corner. She was examining the house cues on the rack when the shooter who held the table sidled up to her and said “ did you want to shoot a game missy”? Dawn turned and as if on cue the shooters eyes dropped to dawns chest as her breasts strained against her shirt with hard nipples clearly visible protruding from the fabric. This should be easy Dawn thought as she answered “ sure what are you boys playing for”? The shooter pried his eyes upwards and said “just a friendly twenty five bucks a game sweetie”. “Why I’ll even let you break and the loser buys a drink”! The loud crack of the cue ball scattering balls with searing velocity ...

... turned a few heads, and the plunk, plunk, plunk, sound of balls dropping in pockets turned a few more. Dawn strutted past shooter to line up her next shot and promptly dropped an effortless bank shot. Twice more she made her shots before finally missing a difficult ball on the rail. Shooter shook his head and growled ‘ now its my turn “. His first two shots were easy and he put them down, but he blew a seemingly easy bank shot and swore under his breath. Dawn coolly ran the table dropping the eight ball in its assigned pocket and picked up the cash from shooters table giving him a cute smile as she counted the money. With an evil smile shooter asked “whatcha drinking sweetie?” Tequila driver and not the rotgut either” dawn chortled between laughs. A new player stepped up as shooter told the barkeep “better give her the real good stuff boss”. The new players name was Sticks ( go figure ) and he was staring so hard at Dawns chest that he didn’t even notice the bills he thought he was laying on the table were fluttering to the carpet. Out of nowhere the pretty little blonde from the bar scooped up the wayward bills and spread them out on the table. “let me give you a hand Sticks, it looks to me like your oing to need to concentrate a little harder if you think your going to beat this little lady!”” She’s got it going on!” Shooter brushed past Sticks and placed the tequila driver on Dawns otherwise empty table. Feeling a little thirsty after her rapid victory Dawn picked up the ...