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... didn't find it funny but the other guys joined in. "Is that your wife, Dave? Damn she got some big ass titties. No offense, but I'm rooting for Billy's sister. I mean, I'd rather see big titties," he paused and his smile faded, "but mainly because you fucked us when you fired us, so it would be real nice to fuck your wife's mouth."

I turned away and went to rack the balls.

A few minutes later Mike and the girls emerged.

"Good luck, ladies. See you later." he smirked, "one of you, anyway." Mike headed back to the bar area. As the door shut behind him we heard the lock click shut.

"What took you so long, " I hissed.

Kate didn't respond to my question. "Who are these guys?" Kate asked as she noticed them for the first time.

"It's my brother and his friends. They came to play pool with me and Sal. Do you have a problem with it?"

Kate hesitated, then squared her shoulders. She was too far in to back out now. "Why would I care if your brother sees what a whiny whore you are."

Jennifer snorted,"I almost feel bad for you, Rat."

Kate made a point to ignore her and speak to Sal and I. "We agreed on the rules. Basically it's Bucky's bar rules. Playing in pairs, alternating shots, call stripes or solids when the first ball is made, no slop, call your shots." There are more rules in pool that we all knew, but she clarified the rules everyone that played at Bucky's used.

Jen continued, "As for the bet part, we each have three pieces of clothing not ...

... including our shoes." I glanced at Kate. Three? "We'll play best of 5. If you lose a game, you lose a piece of clothing. First one completely naked loses."

"Lag for break?" Sal asked.

"No way! Bar rules, remember? We had the table, we break." Kate grabbed her stick and strode over to the table.

Jen and Sal retreated to the other side of the table, put their heads together and started whispering. The four spectators went to the other table and made a pretense of playing, but most of their attention was on us.

"Katie," I whispered loud enough for only her to hear, "do you want to talk strategy?"

"Yeah, win. How's that for a strategy." She lined up her shot and hammered the cue into the triangle of balls. A solid ball dropped into a pocket. Katie called solids and knocked one more in before missing.

She left a straightforward shot for Jen who knocked in the striped ball plus one more before she missed. I managed one ball to put us in the lead. My next shot was awful.

"Yo Dave, yo, Dave," Malik got my attention. "Your wife ever suck black dick? She gonna get a chance you keep playing like that." I turned away without saying anything and stood by Kate.

"What the fuck was that, Dave?"

"Two of those guys are employees in my warehouse. I mean, were. I fired them today."

"Don't screw this up. I'm counting on you." I turned back to look at the table

From my novice view, it looked like Sal had an easy path to run the rest of the table. I was surprised when he ...