"Well, not really a deal, more like a bet, you know, a little wager?" He said, his face looking more honest and calm than it had when he came in.
"I don't think so." Sophie replied, and was about to tell him to get out again when he spoke first,
"Just listen, please." He said, and she remained quiet, her patience beginning to run out. "You don't want me to be me and say all these things to you, that's cool. I mean, we can have a game of pool and we can put a little bet on who wins. Say, if you win, then I won't say anything dirty to or about you ever again, and I mean ever again."
Sophie looked at him suspiciously again, "And if you win?" She asked
"Nothing bad, not what you're thinking." He assured her, "If I win, I can say anything I want to you tonight, only tonight though and you won't complain about it. And you have to sit on my lap all night."
"Hah! Forget that. I wouldn't go near you for anything. No way, this is my house and you'll stop mouthing off at me or you can get out." She replied angrily at him, she was trying to keep her cool, all the anger was only making her hornier.
"And it's Josh's house and he invited me." He replied to her, it did make sense, Josh wouldn't want him to leave until he had won everything, but Tyler hadn't finished, "And if I lose I won't EVER say anything to you again that you don't want me to, I promise. All you'd have to do is ignore me and sit on my lap for one night."
It made sense in a way but Sophie was too angry at this point to care.
"No." She said and went to walk out of the room, leaning her cue against the table.
"Fine then, you just walk out the room and let me watch you shake that hot ass in that tight little outfit of yours" Tyler said grinning and staring straight at her ass, all meekness now had gone.
Sophie turned on him as she was next to the door; anger boiling up in her, Tyler stood five foot away but still towered over her.
"FUCK OFF!" She shouted at him
"I love it when you're angry Sophie, your tits just push up almost out of that tiny top." Tyler said still grinning at her.
The anger grew too much inside of her and she spoke without thinking, too angry, too horny, to care anymore.
"Fine, I'll take your stupid bet and play this stupid game, you can't beat me anyway." She said to him on the point of almost yelling, and stormed around the table to pick up her cue.
"Then you ain't got any reason to be angry have you. You'll beat me and I won't say anything." He said, a little smugly, but Sophie was too angry to notice.
Before she got ready for her shot, she tried to calm herself down; anger would only make her make mistakes. She leant over the table to take her first shot and Tyler walked to the side of the table next to her. The game was on.
Tyler couldn't help but grin as the blonde beauty lent forward over the table to take her first shot, her large tits almost spilling out of the low cut top of the black silk maids outfit. He had a clear view of her large cleavage and was enjoying the sight immensely. Although he tried his best not to show it, he knew she hated him and that he irritated her, so she would definitely cover up if she saw him looking, but she was doing exactly what he wanted right then.
He watched break and saw two of her balls sink into the pockets. She was good and his smile faded as she sank another one, her face turned from anger to a small smile, which grew as she played on. Maybe he wouldn't win after all. He forgot about looking down Sophie's top or at her legs, he was sure she must have been using her body as a way to distract him, but that couldn't be, she hated him, and he concentrated on playing the best he could. He had a lot riding on this game and how ell he played tonight, if all went well for him he would have his dick inside her pussy banging away at her for all he was worth, if it all went his way, which at the moment it didn't. He needed to concentrate for this trap to work. She had taken the bait because of her anger at him, but he would finish it. He just needed to be patient and that hot ass would be his. He let his smile fade away not only because she was winning, but also because the game WAS on.
Josh laid another winning hand down on the table and smiled at the guys surrounding him. He had won for the third time in a row, and his pile of money was looking quite impressive now. He looked at all the money in Tyler's pile and wondered where he was. His black co-worker had said he was going to relieve himself but he hadn't come back yet, must be really needing it Josh thought with a smile, I would be if I was playing poker with me.
Little did he know that Tyler was playing pool with Sophie, making an innocently seeming bet that was the beginning of a trap for Josh's hot 22-year old blonde knockout of a girlfriend. He was playing as hard as he could, trying his best to beat her, but Sophie was whooping his ass without any problem at all, at least for the moment.
Sophie smiled to herself as she sank her last ball into the corner pocket, only the black left to go and Tyler had three balls still left on the table, this was going to be easy.
She felt pride grow within her as she aimed the ball for an easy shot into the side pocket. She had made this shot many times before and she could do it with her eyes closed. The cue ball was placed right behind the 8-ball, directly in line with the middle pocket; there was no way she could miss.
She lined the cue up ready for the shot, aimed and drew the cue back ready to strike the ball then...waited.
An idea flitted up into her mind, a thought how she could end this all quickly. She had thought about Tyler's bet and figured he may not be able to say anything about her anymore, but he could still ogle her and smile at her. That irritated her just as much as the things he said, in fact just being around the guy pissed her off, he was just so obnoxious. So the thought flickered across her mind again as she stared at the 8-ball and the straight path it had into the pocket, unaware at that moment of her tits half hanging out of her black silk top of the maids outfit as she leaned over the table.
Sophie smiled to herself as she leaned back and grounded her cue and leant on it slightly.
"I want to change our bet." She said with a small smile on her face, looking straight at Josh's big black co-worker
"What? You can't change it after we've started playing. Anyway you're about to win." Tyler responded to her.
"Awww, are you scared of a little bet?" Sophie crooned
"No, I just know when not to make a useless one that's all." Tyler answered, for once not having the look of victory on his face or in his eyes.
Sophie felt a surge of happiness as she realised she was about win and there was nothing the annoying black co-worker of her boyfriend could do to make stop it. She could finally have a way to get rid of him for good without any risk at all, how could she resist? So she spoke again,
"Oh come on, you don't even know what the bet is yet, at least listen to it." She said in her best innocently pleading tone of voice. If she had to act pleading to get him to accept this bet, she would.
"When you're about to win anyway, no way." Tyler answered and looked at her, she continued to look pleadingly up at him from the other side of the table and finally he said, "Fine. What bet?"
Sophie smiled and restrained herself from jumping up and down; he had seen enough of her without her giving him a show of her big tits bouncing up and down.
"Simple. If I win this game you have to leave and never bother me ever again." She said sweetly
"What!?! No way. Look at the table, you can't lose." He replied, "Forget it."
He was about to put the cue down and walk out when Sophie spoke again. He had to accept this bet or she would have to be around him, and that thought irritated her as much as having him saying things to her.
"Hold on, I didn't tell you what you would get if you won did I" She said smiling again, all sweetly. She had to get him to accept.
"Oh yeah, and what could you possibly offer me to make me agree to a no-chance-of-winning bet hmmm?" He said sarcastically as he folded his arms
Her stomach fluttered as she thought about what she was about to say. Looking at the position of the cue ball and the 8-ball though, all doubts left her mind.
"I'll let you feel me up." She said simply.
Her stomach knotted and she felt sick saying those words. The thought of having this horrible, arrogant, obnoxious man touching her almost made her sick, but she couldn't lose and when she won he would have to leave and never bother her again.