"What would you want me to bet?" Chrissy asked him, flashing a smile and leaning forward. "And what would you be willing to bet in return?" She licked her lips seductively.
The shorter man held out his hand. "I'm Doug, this is Tom."
Chrissy took his hand and shook it. "I'm Chrissy, nice to meet you Doug." Turning to the other, "Tom."
"Nice to meet you Chrissy." Doug said and grinned at her, holding her hand for a second longer before releasing it. "You like pool, huh?"
"I dunno. . .I never played." She giggled. " I bought the stick because it looked nice."
The two guys looked at each other and grinned.
"So. . .what are we betting?" She asked.
"Clothing. Every game you lose, you got to strip down one piece of clothing." Tom said.
"I dunno about that. . .won't we get in trouble?" She looked around. True, the place was empty; she had planned it to be.
"Naw. . .my cousin owns the joint. We'll be fine." Tom assured her.
"Hmmm...well. . .ok." She smiled and looked innocent. "I'll trust you guys."
Tom racked the balls and they allowed her to break. She didn't get a single ball in the holes, but she did manage to give them a good ass shot as she bent over and then accidentally let one tit show as she stood back up. She watched with satisfaction as both of them squirmed a little in their tight jeans as their cocks got hard.
Tom went first and cleaned the table without missing a shot. Chrissy pouted and stomped her foot a little before grinning. "Time to pay up." Tom said and grinned.