"Well, that's not the best place for a good-looker like you to be wet. I can think of lots better places, in fact." Cat looked significantly at the crotch of Susan's tight jeans. They were still damp from her bout with Joe. It would be some time before she could think of him and not get damp in the pussy all over again!
"It was fun," she mused, thinking back on Joe's nine-incher and how much a pussy-pleaser it was.
"Yeah. That's what they all say. For a while. Then it gets to be a business. More fun," she admitted, "Than file-clerking or any of those nine-to-five drags, but a job. That's why most of the girls only lose a few times a week. They get horny, sure, then pick who they're gonna fuck. They lose and everyone's happy. They're well screwed if they picked right, the customer brags about how he got a piece for only five bucks – even if he spent a yard or two getting there – and the house comes out ahead from all the other guys plunking down their money trying to repeat."
"Sounds like everyone ends up happy."
"Sure," Cat said. "Except for some guys." She pointed across the room at the corner table. The same guy was playing Cyndi and losing by some twenty balls. "That guy's gonna win one day. And I want to see the look on Cyndi's face when it happens. She doesn't think he can beat her – ever."
"I have to admit she's got a good case for it."
"Yeah, but I keep thinking, what if that guy's a real stud? What if he's the best thing she ever got into bed with? Wouldn't that be a kick in the head for her? Beating him all this time when he was the best lay this side of the Mississippi?"
"Speaking of good lays, what about that guy? The small guy sitting over there by himself? There's something about him that sort of sends shivers up and down my spine."
Susan pointed out a man in his mid-thirties dressed entirely in black.
In spite of the hot summer day and the none-too-good air conditioning in the pool hall, he didn't appear hot. He was watching several of the girls as if sizing them up before the kill.
"I doubt if he's all that good. But who knows? He might actually be able to play pool, too!" Cat laughed and slapped Susan on the back. "I pass on him. But if you think he's your type, go get 'em! The other girls and I will cover for you. Your old man can't see very much of what happens in the pool room. Just stick to that table back by Cyndi."
Susan smiled and quickly went over to the man dressed in black. She saw he was wearing black silk. She resisted the impulse to reach out and run her hands up and down his sleeve. It looked so cool. And he looked so aloof.
"Want to try a game or two?"
"Rates?"
"Oh, we might try the five-dollar game instead of the dollar-an-hour if you're feeling lucky. Or good." She licked her lips with just the tip of her tongue. She felt like a seductress in a movie. Another Marlene Dietrich. A Garbo. A Raquel Welch. She was the perfect woman giving a come-on to a man she found strangely exciting.
He didn't appear the least bit excited at the prospect. His voice was calm, level, as he said, "All right. I guess you'll do."
"Now look," Susan flared, "If I'm not good enough for you, forget it!
I'm not doing you any favors." And she wasn't. At least to her way of thinking. She'd been getting lessons in pool from Cat and the others and thought she was pretty good.
"I said you'll do. Lag for break." He pulled a silver-chased pool cue out of the case and began screwing it together.
At the sight of it, Susan shuddered involuntarily. There was something spooky about this guy. She was almost sorry she'd gotten involved with him. But she couldn't back out now. Not with all the other girls watching her.
"Okay."
She lost. And the game didn't go well for her. The man was good, very good. As he sank the last ball, she hoped he was as good in bed as he was on the table.
"Let's go," he said. Without another word, he unscrewed his pool cue and put the sections back into the carrying case. He followed her up the stairs.
Susan felt uneasy and couldn't figure out why. The man had beaten her fair and square. He was obviously an expert player. But she had acquitted herself fairly well considering how new she was to the game.
She held open the door to one of the rooms. But that was the last thing she remembered for long seconds. His hand came crashing through the air to land with stunning impact on her cheek. She staggered and fell to her knees. Her hand stroked the injured cheek.
The door was closed. And the man stood over her like some avenging angel.
"Go on. Suck it, whore! You stupid cunt, did you think you could actually win? Go on, I said! Suck it! Suck my lovely cock!"
He slapped her again.
And then she noticed his limp cock dangling out of his fly. She hadn't even seen him run the zipper down. But his prong was out in the open for her. And he was ordering her to give him head.
"Well, okay," she said, her cheek still hurting from the blows. She'd play along, she owed it to him. House rules.
Another flat-handed slap knocked her to the floor. "You will address me only as 'Master'. I am your master and you are my slave!"
"Sure, uh, Master."
She was beginning to become frightened now. There was no telling what this man might do to her. She could only do what he said and hope she pleased him. If she could, maybe he'd go away and leave her alone.
She took his cock in her hand, noticing it was slowly stiffening. As she took it into her mouth, her head was savagely pulled back. He had gripped a handful of hair and raised her face to his.
"Do it good or you'll be severely disciplined, whore. Do you understand?"
"Now look, mister. I… ohhh!"
He jerked her head a bit further back and cut off any speech. His voice was cold and emotionless. He said, "Suck. Don't talk."
He thrust her face into his groin. And she sucked. She felt his cock hardening under her tongue. As her lips pursed around the rigid rod, a million thoughts were going through her mind. If she could suck him off fast enough, he might leave her alone. He might go away and not hit her again.
She sucked hard. Her cheeks went concave and her tongue danced and darted all around the tip of his cock. She made sure that every sensitive area of his dick was stimulated. She toyed with the little triangular flap of skin just under his cockhead. That was particularly responsive. His prick hardened into a firm, usable fucking tool as she tongued him all along the underside of his shaft.
Her tongue became a miniature tornado. Swirling and teasing around, she made sure not a single square inch of his cock was neglected. She sucked harder and was rewarded with a forward thrust of his hips. The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth and began working back down her throat.
This was more than she'd bargained for. She choked, and received a flat-handed blow alongside the head.
"Stupid slut! Don't you know anything about giving head! Do it right, bitch, or you'll be sorry!"
She managed to swallow most of his cock. It was difficult. She'd never had this much of a man's cock in her mouth before. Almost choking, she finally found a position where his pecker didn't gag her. She had to cradle his prick with her tongue and, once she'd learned the secret of doing that, she was able to really apply suction to it.
She reached around his body and gripped his buttocks. She pulled his body into her face. She found her passions growing. She wanted him to fuck her face. It no longer mattered to her that he'd struck her a few times.
All that mattered was trapped between her ruby-red lips. She was sucking cock. She was giving him a blow job that was so exciting she was beginning to pant and sweat with the strain on her body.
As the black silk of his trousers slipped under her fingers, another blow knocked her sprawling.