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angryfistofgod2011-11-25 10:32 am
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She knew way to well the dangers of going to skeevey bars when there's a job to be done -- she also knows that's where she's most likely going to be able to relax. There's always tomorrow, something in her head rings. The thing could wait, she needed her rocks off -- if not, well then she'd be sloppy worried about Dave. That's why she's there, leaning over the pool table, pool-cue in her hand and taking a shot, showing off her ass in a pair of jeans while men and women gawked at her. She's playing against some nameless biker who's probably old enough to be her Daddy. She's not interested in him, even though he's interested in the girl playing pool shark with the best ass he'd probably ever see in those types of jeans.
To hell if he thinks she's going to let him get between her thighs for a ride, she's not there trolling for someone like him -- hell, she's just there waiting for some random guy who could end up looking gross. There's always other options to the biker, who's staring at the freckles on her chest. She gives him a little peak of black lace and takes her shot. He's too busy staring -- but she just took out one of the stripes and moves onto another one. Two stripes left and then the black -- he has most of his on the table and Ace doesn't fucking care. The 200 dollars that's up for grabs if she wins would go a long way and flirting with the guy is a good way to distract the fuck out of him.
She's true to her word, black vest, low-cut blue tanktop -- black hair swept up showing a tiny spade tattooed on the back of her neck. She knows that she's got everyones attention, a tiny little thing, new to the area, fresh meat and all she did was rolled her ass in to the bar like she owned it.
Steal-toes on her feet and people are too busy watching her to wonder what a innocent defenseless woman would be doing in that seedy bar when there's a much better one closer to the center of town. Better means more expensive, she would reason, pushing herself flush against the table and taking another shot, she barely misses and sighs, gesturing to the male to take his. He barely steps closer before Ace is pushing away from the pool table and swaying herself over to where her green jacket was, digging into the pocket and searching for another twenty.
She doesn't really notice at first when a cute girl -- barely 21, she'd think, stumbles up and offers her a beer shyly. Ace blinks a few times, then allowed a cocky grin crawl over her face as she inspects the woman. Sexy, she licked her lips and for a few moments, she thinks that the girl would look pretty with her brown hair sprawled out on her bed, begging and gasping for more as a pink tongue lapped at her more sensitive parts. She knows there's an offer here and she's almost tempted to take that offer that the cutie is putting on the table, but instead, she takes the beer and leans in close to the girls ear, filling it with a gentle rumble of; "Waiting for someone, cutie, if he doesn't show in the next 2 hours, of course I'll take you back home and make sure you scream." She kisses her cheek and the girl, blushing, stumbles away, leaving Ace to pocket the money and grin after her.
It's then the biker calls for her attention -- he made it easier for her, she notes. He hit his ball and couldn't get it in the corner pocket and the white ball was in this amazing position, she licks her lips almost happily, sauntering towards the pool table and leans over it.
She wins the game, the two hundred dollars burning a hole in her pocket and she can't help but almost want to ask the sucker to play again. She can taste easy money almost too clearly on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't, instead she leans against the pool table, pool-cue besides her and downs her whiskey, then half of the beer. Somewhere in the back of her head she thinks that she should know better than to take offered drinks, she doesn't know what the girl could've put in the beer.
If the girl wanted her, all she'd have to do was wait for Ben to show up and see if he was her type... Hell, she doubts that the girl would even need it. Drugging her would only take away from the whole adventure; what's good with a unresponsive bed partner anyways?
She almost purrs when the music changes -- a good song for a good night, it could only get better from here.
To hell if he thinks she's going to let him get between her thighs for a ride, she's not there trolling for someone like him -- hell, she's just there waiting for some random guy who could end up looking gross. There's always other options to the biker, who's staring at the freckles on her chest. She gives him a little peak of black lace and takes her shot. He's too busy staring -- but she just took out one of the stripes and moves onto another one. Two stripes left and then the black -- he has most of his on the table and Ace doesn't fucking care. The 200 dollars that's up for grabs if she wins would go a long way and flirting with the guy is a good way to distract the fuck out of him.
She's true to her word, black vest, low-cut blue tanktop -- black hair swept up showing a tiny spade tattooed on the back of her neck. She knows that she's got everyones attention, a tiny little thing, new to the area, fresh meat and all she did was rolled her ass in to the bar like she owned it.
Steal-toes on her feet and people are too busy watching her to wonder what a innocent defenseless woman would be doing in that seedy bar when there's a much better one closer to the center of town. Better means more expensive, she would reason, pushing herself flush against the table and taking another shot, she barely misses and sighs, gesturing to the male to take his. He barely steps closer before Ace is pushing away from the pool table and swaying herself over to where her green jacket was, digging into the pocket and searching for another twenty.
She doesn't really notice at first when a cute girl -- barely 21, she'd think, stumbles up and offers her a beer shyly. Ace blinks a few times, then allowed a cocky grin crawl over her face as she inspects the woman. Sexy, she licked her lips and for a few moments, she thinks that the girl would look pretty with her brown hair sprawled out on her bed, begging and gasping for more as a pink tongue lapped at her more sensitive parts. She knows there's an offer here and she's almost tempted to take that offer that the cutie is putting on the table, but instead, she takes the beer and leans in close to the girls ear, filling it with a gentle rumble of; "Waiting for someone, cutie, if he doesn't show in the next 2 hours, of course I'll take you back home and make sure you scream." She kisses her cheek and the girl, blushing, stumbles away, leaving Ace to pocket the money and grin after her.
It's then the biker calls for her attention -- he made it easier for her, she notes. He hit his ball and couldn't get it in the corner pocket and the white ball was in this amazing position, she licks her lips almost happily, sauntering towards the pool table and leans over it.
She wins the game, the two hundred dollars burning a hole in her pocket and she can't help but almost want to ask the sucker to play again. She can taste easy money almost too clearly on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn't, instead she leans against the pool table, pool-cue besides her and downs her whiskey, then half of the beer. Somewhere in the back of her head she thinks that she should know better than to take offered drinks, she doesn't know what the girl could've put in the beer.
If the girl wanted her, all she'd have to do was wait for Ben to show up and see if he was her type... Hell, she doubts that the girl would even need it. Drugging her would only take away from the whole adventure; what's good with a unresponsive bed partner anyways?
She almost purrs when the music changes -- a good song for a good night, it could only get better from here.
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"Don't worry baby, I won't be long." He cooed. It wasn't cheating after all, not really. A car couldn't get jealous.
He shifted in past the door, eyes scanning the biker crowd as he headed for the bar. Once taking up position he shifted to look towards the tables. He lofted a brow at the skeevy dudes nearby, one fellow down from him was knocking rows of shots like he just had his ass kicked in something and sure enough, following everyone's gazes he spotted her.
True to her word.
The tender caught his attention, he ordered a beer and whiskey on ice before making his way over. He didn't generally hustle a lady he was looking to sleep with but, couldn't hurt to honestly play for fun or perhaps more interesting stakes in any case. He was curious to see just how competitive she was at the game.
"You any good?" He nodded towards the table and the cue she still had in hand.
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She won't call him 'Ben' just right then, instead she'll push herself off of the side of the pool table and head to start collecting the balls. “Wanna find out exactly how good, Buddy?” She purrs softly, eyelids lowering and a small smirk crossing over her lips. “I bet I could even give you a run for your money. Unless you have a better idea what to play for?”
She knows that was just giving it away – that she knew Ben was right in front of her and she was putting sex on the table without even talking to the guy (Talking complicated things like this – something in her head reminded her. It's better just to get drunker and fuck him, get dressed and head back to the motel so she could check on Dave). She couldn't even give a rats ass at that moment, the least that'll happen is they'll play a round and get to know enough about each other – or he'll tell her he's not interested and she'll talk to him for a while and go home with the pretty brunette staring at her from the bar.
She can hear Dave's unhappiness with the whole idea – he's not even there and she can tell that he'd be pissed at his sister basically jumping some random guys bones. A girl like her has needs and and sometimes a hand won't cut it – she's tried to reason with him before, he'd only frown and shake his head at her. She can't stand it when he does that – but as she jerks herself back to the place she meant to be, aware that her smirk dropped and she was staring at the 8 ball in her hand – she realizes that thinking about Dave's reactions would only kill everything. Damn Dave and his cockblocking without even being there.
“So, Benny,” she finally hums his name, her eyes focusing on him. “You up for it?”
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He shrugs softly and sets her beer down nearby. He then takes a swig of his whiskey and places it on a ledge near the wall.
"Maybe, I'll admit I'm a little rusty." A ruse of course. Sure it'd been a month or two since he hustled pool with Sam but he wasn't rusty by any means of the word. He picked up a cue, eyed the end and chalked it a bit. He blew gently over the tip to work off any excess and smiled. "What should we start with Ace?"
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"Though, I gotta ask, what brings a guy like you to a place like this?" She has a story already worked up in her head on why she and her brother are here. She's delivering something here for a friend -- it's not exactly a stretch, she guesses. She's delivering a quick fix to nasties that live in that town -- but it'll always me more than a simple delivery. Nothing ever goes as plan when it comes to small backwater towns like this. "Not often I see a guy like you already on their way here."