Chapter 2

“Ladies and gentlemen! Down to twenty!” Eddy called out. “We are down to twenty players still standing!”

“What’s that mean?” Zane braved asking Christine Campbell when the blonde casually sat at the table.

“Means a half hour break; they’re going to brush down all the tables, give us a chance to go potty, grab a bite,” Lynn said. “Hey babe, see Bucky didn’t take it well.”

“Christine Campbell,” Chris said to Zane.

“Zane. Zane Aaronson,” Zane said.

“Lynn Helmont,” Lynn introduced herself. “What you want to eat?”

“Half pound sounds good,” Chris said.

“Zane?” Lynn asked, getting to her feet.

“Oh. I, I uh, I don’t; Nicholas ran out of here with my debit card,” Zane confessed.

“Okay. So what you want to eat?” Lynn asked, resting a casual hand on Zane’s narrow shoulder.

“A burger,” Zane whispered, embarrassed.

While Lynn elbowed her way to the counter, Christine chatted with Zane. Soon, Zane forgot her embarrassment. She forgot her worries about getting home from this unfamiliar pool hall.

“While we wait…” Lynn said, thunking a heavy pitcher of Gratchley’s Draft onto the table.

“Oh! I, I uh, I’m not old enough,” Zane protested.

“You’re eighteen?” Christine asked, pausing in pouring a glass of beer.

“Yeah, just made nineteen,” Zane agreed.

“Okay then,” Christine said, placing the foaming liquid in front of the girl.

Lynn took the seat next to Zane. Christine poured her a beer and the three sat in comfortable silence, sipping the beer. Zane absently bobbed her head along with the music bleeding from a ruptured speaker overhead. She knew the song but couldn’t name it.

“Hey Lynn!” a girl called out just as Lynn was finishing her own beer.

“Yay! Food,” Lynn said, placing her hand directly onto Zane’s upper thigh as she pushed herself to stand.

Zane felt stricken as the beautiful brunette’s hand came to rest on her bare leg. The feeling of Lynn’s warm, strong hand had radiated from the point of contact throughout Zane’s entire frame. She shivered, feeling somewhat cold when Lynn’s warm hand left her thigh.

“And, no onions, no pickles for Miss Picky Eater,” Lynn teased, placing Christine’s plate down.

“Uh huh; and let me guess, Miss No Tomatoes, if I have a tomato I will die,” Christine agreed, absently scratching her left breast with a highly polished red fingernail.

Zane watched the fingernail as it raked the quite large breast. More and more of the leather slid down, exposing more and more of Christine’s breast. Suddenly, just before Christine’s areole came into view, the finger stopped and Zane realized Christine was watching her as she watched Christine’s finger. She flamed almost as red as Christine’s bright red patent leather dress.

After devouring her burger, Zane had to scurry to the bathroom. Nicholas was forever mocking her; she had a tiny bladder. Beer just went right through her.

The bathroom was sparkling clean; Zane was grateful for this fact. She simply could not tinkle in a dirty bathroom. With a sigh, she used the facilities. As she perched on the toilet, she reflected on her relationship with Nicholas Cohen. He mocked her for her tiny bladder. He made fun of her short stature. He teased her for her pale complexion.

Looking down at her clothing, a pink half shirt that left her belly exposed and Daisy Duke Shorts that Nicholas had insisted she wear. Then, instead of telling her she looked cute, sexy, attractive, he made fun of her small breasts and stubby legs.

“You know what? I, I deserve better,” Zane told herself, dabbing at her sparse tendrils of brown.

“They’re trying to get all the names matched for the next round,” Christine told Zane when Zane exited the bathroom.

“Oh. Okay,” Zane said, looking at the counter where Eddy Jones and two other men stood, comparing notes.

“Ever play snooker?” Lynn asked, grabbing Zane’s hand and pulling her to a snooker table.

“No. It anything like pool?” Zane asked, looking at the odd bumpers on the table.

“Kind of,” Lynn agreed, placing a snooker cue into Zane’s hand. “You and me against Chris, okay?”

“Prepare for defeat,” Christine smiled.

Zane could feel Lynn’s full breasts pressing into her back, even through heavy hoody and half shirt. She could feel Lynn’s warm breath in her ear as Lynn bent her over the table, hands guiding Zane’s hands.

“Oh God!” Zane moaned to herself at the very intimate contact.

She wasn’t sure of the outcome. She and Lynn did manage to beat Christine but Zane was not sure if they really did beat the very skilled woman or if Christine simply allowed them to win. Zane could feel her hard nipples rasping against the soft material of her half shirt and was sure her crotch was dark with her excitement.

“Helmont Hackett! Table ten!” Eddy suddenly called out. “Dawson Graves, table nine.”

“Wish me luck,” Lynn said, delivering a kiss to Zane’s lips.

“Good luck,” Zane stammered out.

“You got this, Babe,” Christine said, kissing Lynn on her lips.

When Eddy called out for Campbell, Christine also demanded a kiss for luck. Zane’s head was in a fog as she did kiss the beautiful blonde. She then sat to watch Christine and a scowling middle aged man approach table three. A whoop at the other corner of the room told Zane that Lynn had managed an easy victory over Alan Hackett.

By some fluke Christine’s opponent scratched on the eight ball; Christine won without ever taking a single shot. She breathed a sigh of relief and shared a tight smile with Zane.

“He had me cold,” Christine confessed to Zane as she waited for her next opponent to be called.

“And then there were ten!” Eddy announced and called out the next pairings.

The energy level was very high as tables one, three, five, seven, and nine were now in use. Zane gave Christine and Lynn kisses for luck, then held her breath as Lynn took table one and Christine took table seven.

While Zane watched her two new friends compete, in a small shop in Myndee, Arkansas, Nicholas stood and admired the store’s selection of billiard cues. The proprietor of the shop watched Nicholas through tired eyes; he’d seen hundreds of brash young guns in the store over the years.

“I uh, I was over at Blouchen Billiards,” Nicholas said.

“Yeah? The competition? How’d you do?” Pete Helmont asked, not really interested.

“Fuck! This bitch? Totally cheated,” Nicholas claimed.

“Yeah? And Eddy let her get away with that?” Pete asked, knowing that Edward Jones would not tolerate any form of cheating whatsoever on his premises.

“Aw, man! Bitch had on this fest, titties just falling out,” Nicholas complained. “Don’t think Eddy saw anything else but them titties handing there, know what I’m saying?”

“Uh huh,” Pete agreed.

“This uh, this cue over here? Four hundred and eighty nine dollars?” Nicholas asked.

“That? That’s a Bill Coski,” Pete said, finally urging his bulk from his stool.

“A what?” Nicholas asked.

“Bill Coski. Coski. Pool shark back in the day,” Pete said, getting the dark wood cue from the locked mount. “One time? Had this naked red head lying on the table? Ran the whole table, didn’t touch her once. She’s in the middle of the table and he’s just ‘pow! [pow! Pow!’ shot after shot all around her. All six pockets and none of the balls ever touched her. Even when he broke, putting the fourteen ball in on the break.”

“Why was she naked?” Nicholas asked.

Pete stared at Nicholas for a long moment. Then he shook his head as he unscrewed the two pieces of the cue stick to show the young man the cue.

“Because a naked red head is a lot more fun to look at than a red head that’s not naked,” Pete finally said. “And, here? The stopper at the base unscrews so you can add some weights to the base.”

“Yeah, yeah, that girl; she put a couple of weights on there; got to be unfair, right?” Nicholas agreed.

“No. If it was against regulations, Bill wouldn’t have added that feature to his cues. Now, the handle is made from Pau ferro and the top part of the cue is hard rock maple,” Pete said, holding the cue out to Nicholas.

Nicholas liked the feel of the stick. He especially loved the intricate carvings of the four nude women that adorned the handle. He also selected four weights; two in two ounce measurements and two in four ounce measurements. A hard shell case like the one that Lynn Helmont bitch had used joined the stick, weights and replacement tips at the counter.

“Case, tips, weights…” Pete said, jabbing the keys on the computer keyboard. “All righty, comes to seven hundred ninety three dollars and seventeen cents.”

Nicolas fished Zane Aaronson’s debit card from his back pocket and slapped it on the counter. He was sure Zane would complain about the extravagant charge but Nicholas would just threaten to break up with her if she complained too much.

“Zane, huh? My grandfather had every paperback Zane Grey ever wrote. Man! Loved curling up with those books, just getting lost in…” Pete smiled, then faltered. “Uh, hey, Zane? Says this card’s been reported as missing or stolen.”

“Aw, that, that stupid cunt,” Nicholas snarled, fishing his cell phone from his pocket.

While Nicholas was discovering that his girlfriend had blocked his number, Zane was on her feet, arm around Christine’s waist as they watched Lynn and Terry Fontenot competing for first and second place. Christine almost laughed; Zane’s eyes were as big as billiard balls as she watched the two trade shot for shot.

Both Terry and Lynn had won their last three matches by simply running the table. So, to decide placement, Eddy was fishing a poker chip from a bucket and calling the number out. The chips were numbered one through fifteen and the shooter had to sink that ball and no other ball.

“Twelve!” Eddy called out.

Terry missed; the twelve ball was hemmed in by the three and the fifteen. Turning, he shook Lynn’s hand, conceding the game.

“So, in first place, we got Lynn Helmont, second place goes to Terry Fontenot and third place goes to Chris Campbell,” Eddy announced and the few remaining patrons cheered for the successful competition. “See all of y’all next year, huh?”

“Yay!” Zane laughed, hugging Lynn.

“Yay, Babe, you did great,” Christine said, hugging and kissing Lynn.

The three women finished the last few swallows from their pitcher of beer. Lynn asked Zane if she was ready to go and Zane confessed she needed to go tinkle again. Grabbing their cases, Lynn and Christine followed Zane into the small, well-lighted restroom.

Stepping out of the stall, Zane froze. Lynn was standing by the sinks, leather vest unbuttoned, exposing her large breasts. Christine had pushed the front of her dress to underneath her own very large breasts. Both women smiled at the diminutive girl as she stood, startled eyes swiveling from exposed breasts to exposed breasts.

“Hi,” Lynn husked, reaching out and pulling Zane to her by a hank of Zane’s long brown hair.

“I uh,” Zane stammered as Lynn pressed Zane against the counter.

The sharp edge of the countertop dug into Zane’s back. She could feel some moisture seeping through the thick material of Nicolas’s hoody; someone had splashed some water onto the counter as they washed their hands.

Lynn’s full lips pressed against Zane’s lips. Zane gasped at the intimate contact and Lynn thrust her tongue into Zane’s mouth.

Christine unzipped the hoody. Her blood red fingernails raked at Zane’s exposed flesh before dipping up underneath Zane’s half-shirt. Zane gasped as Christine’s fingernails scraped across Zane’s tightly crinkled areole and hard nipple.

“Oh, you got such cute little titties,” Christine husked, firmly squeezing Zane’s right breast.

“Yeah?” Lynn asked, releasing Zane’s lips.

“Mm hmm,” Christine agreed, leaning and kissing Zane’s gasping lips.

“Oh, mmph!” Zane grunted as Lynn’s hand gripped her left breast, thumb flicking across her hard nipple.

“This is wrong. This is so wrong,” Zane’s mind raced as tremors of pleasure washed over her.

Christine’s hand trailed from Zane’s right breast, over Zane’s concave belly. Zane grunted as Christine deftly undid Zane’s denim shorts and slowly pulled the zipper down.

“Oh what a pretty little pussy,” Christine cooed, pulling her lips from Zane’s lips.

Zane gasped and grunted, eyes tightly closed. She could feel Christine’s fingernails combing through her sparse tendrils of pubic hair on her mound. She could feel Lynn’s fingers teasing both nipples. In truth, Zane was afraid of opening her eyes; she was afraid of what she might see as the two women teamed up on her.

“God help me, make this stop, make this go away,” Zane thought as the pleasure in her belly intensified.

“What pretty little titties,” Lynn said, bending her head as she flipped the hem of the half-shirt up.

“Oh God,” Zane groaned as Lynn’s mouth encircled her tight areole.

“Mmph!” she grunted as Christine’s fingers delved into her wet slit.

Christine tugged Zane’s shorts down her stubby legs. The small garment puddled on the ground around Zane’s ankles. Zane groaned, thrusting her hips forward as Christine shoved three fingers into Zane’s drooling pussy.

“I got titties too,” Lynn reminded Zane, pulling her sucking mouth from Zane’s nipple.

“Mm mmm,” Zane refused, shaking her head ‘no.’

“I, I can’t believe this is happening; please, please make it oh God I love…” Zane’s fevered brain argued as the feelings ramped up.

“No? NO?” Lynn said.

“No?” Christine asked, jerking her fingers from Zane’s pussy.

“I, I can’t, I just, I just can’t,” Zane Whimpered.

Christine twisted Zane around, slamming Zane’s torso onto the wet counter. Zane heard a ‘click-click’ as Lynn unlocked her cue case.

“No huh?” Lynn asked one last time as Christine held Zane bent at a forty five degree angle.

“I, I can’t,” Zane gasped out.

“Oh, she, I guess she needs cock,” Lynn sneered to Christine.

“Then give her cock,” Christine giggled, raking her fingernails across Zane’s buttocks.

“Mmph! I, augh!” Zane cried out as Lynn forced the blunt end of her cue stick into Zane’s wet pussy.

“Augh! Oh, I, oh, oh God!” Zane groaned as Lynn jammed the stick into her depths until the blunt end bumped painfully against her cervix.

Lynn held the stick against Zane’s cervix for a long, painful moment. Then she withdrew the stick until just the base was inside of Zane. Then, savagely, she thrust the stick into Zane once more.

“I, I’ll do it,” Zane cried out. “I’ll play with your…”

Lynn did not cease in her firm ‘fucking’ of Zane’s helpless body. Again and again, the cue stick drove into Zane’s squelching pussy. Zane was startled, shocked by how quickly she achieved orgasm. Lynn did not stop the hard fucking, though. She kept driving the stick in, pulling it out and driving it in again.