Tyler stared at her for a moment, just looking at her. Sophie thought he must be thinking if this was real or a dream, or whether she was serious or not. He must have been torn, thinking on one hand he knew he couldn't win and would have to leave and leave her alone forever. But on the other, the chance of getting to feel her up freely and say whatever he wanted to her and have her sit on his lap all night. The choice must be tough on him. Finally he spoke.
"That's not equal. I don't have any chance of actually winning this anyway. It's a tempting offer and if I had more of a chance to win then I would take it, but I lose too much if I agree and don't win enough." He said to her and began to turn to the door.
"What would be enough then?" She said quickly, he had to agree, and he stopped and turned to look at her, "And don't say sex 'cause I wouldn't even think of fucking you." The thought repulsed her.
"I wasn't thinking of it anyway." He said to her.
He stood looking at her, thinking, and then finally spoke.
"You obviously want me to lose and I don't have any chance of winning anyway so fine, I'll take the bet if I get all you've said and one more thing." He said calmly
"And what's that?" Sophie asked hiding a smile inside; he was gone for sure now.
"A blowjob." He said simply
"A what?" Sophie asked before she could stop herself
"If I take your bet and win, I want everything you've said, and I want you to give me a blowjob. The best you've ever done too, not some half-hearted attempt just to get me off." He said simply again, still looking like he had little hope.
"No way." Sophie replied to him
"Oh well, guess I'll go n' play poker again then, seeing as you've won." He said simply to her again, "I'll keep my end of the bet too, no more words from me to or about you."
Sophie could have just left it there, but the thought of having this obnoxious black man anywhere near her anymore disgusted and annoyed her even more.
She quickly looked from Tyler to the position of the balls again and spoke quickly.
"Done." She said, "Do you agree? A blowjob but no sex if you win, yeah?" She had to get him to agree, she knew she would win and by the look on Tyler's face, so did he, but the offer in the bet was still too much to pass up even that million to one chance.
"Done." He agreed and reluctantly made his way back to the other side of the table.
Sophie smiled openly now, hardly able to contain her happiness. No more Tyler! She thought happily and she leant over the table to take her shot, a shot she had taken many times before.
"Time for you to go Tyler." She said smugly as she pulled the cue back
Tyler watched the balls as she pulled the cue back too and hit the ball forward towards the pocket. The cue ball hit the 8-ball gently and the black ball rolled towards the pocket in a perfect line and Sophie smiled at her beautiful shot. It rolled smoothly and straight as an arrow, it reached the edge of the pocket as it slowly rolled and....stopped. It just stopped at the end of its roll just balancing on the edge over the pocket. Sophie had hit the ball too light.
She stared at the 8-ball in disbelief as it rested on the edge over the pocket. One more roll and it would have sank in easily, but instead it just sat there.
Sophie's eyes stared in disbelief, as did Tyler's for a short while, until finally they both came back to reality.
"Well, it must be my lucky night." Tyler said, a broad white-toothed grin spreading across his dark face, "First I get to see you, then I get to have you on my lap, now I get you to suck my dick. Damn what a night."
Sophie just stared at the 8-ball. How could it not have gone in? She couldn't believe it.
Suddenly, what Tyler had said sank in.
"I haven't lost yet. You've still got to pot all your balls and then black before you win, without missing one of them." She said quickly.
Tyler was pretty good at pool, not as good as her, but still good, but there was no way he could pot three balls without missing once, especially as two of them were nowhere near a pocket and one of them sat on a cushion.
But that is exactly what he did, one after the other, without missing one, and with a final gentle stroke, he skimmed the 8-ball gently knocking it into the pocket she should have hit it into.
"WOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!" He shouted and threw the cue onto the table and sauntered over to Sophie with a big grin on his stupid face
He stood in front of her as she turned around to look at him.
"You don't think I'm keeping that stupid bet do you?" She said acidly
"Damn right you are girl. I've got something ready and waiting for ya." He said and grabbed his crotch
Sophie looked disgustedly at him, "And what if I don't?" She asked him
"Hey, I was gonna keep my end of the deal, so you can't welch on a bet." He said to her, worry painting his face
Sophie felt sick inside as she looked up at him. Fuck! Why couldn't she have just been content with shutting him up? Why did she have to be all arrogant and make such a stupid bet?
She looked up at her boyfriend's black co-worker and sneered disgustedly
"Fine" She said and leant back against the table with her hands holding onto the edge lightly. She was sure she was going to be sick.
Tyler just looked at the beautiful 22-year old blonde girlfriend and smiled. He drank in the sight of her standing leaning against he pool table not even looking at him dressed in that hot black silk maids outfit. The hem of the dress ending high up her legs, showing a wonderful pair of fish net clad long legs. He took in the sight of her waist, thin as it was, emphasised more by the clinging cut of the outfit. His eyes travelled up until they settled on her large 36C tits, encased in that confining, yet too small, top of the dress, obviously not supported by a bra, as the dress didn't even hang on her shoulders. Her tits were luscious. Large and firm looking, squashed together by the slim outfit to create a wondrous cleavage that just pulled any eye straight towards it. Finally his eyes settled on Sophie's face, that beautiful white skinned face, with her big blue eyes and her long, straight blonde hair framing it perfectly as it hung in a ponytail down her back, showing her bare shoulders and emphasising an already large pair of tits. Her face was amazingly beautiful and a cause for many men's fantasies everywhere he knew and guessed. Her full pink lips were set in a disgusted fashion right then, but even that didn't mar her beauty, they looked perfectly shaped for sucking cock, which they would be soon, but first he wanted to touch those amazing tits, to feel her creamy skin give way, yet resist, his squeezing. He wanted to feel the shape of her body, her legs and waist, before he felt the feel of her hot mouth sliding up and down his big dick.
Tyler smiled as he reached forward with his big black hands.
Sophie stayed leaning back on her hands on the edge of the pool table, looking to the side of her and trying to keep her disgust and anger at bay at what was about to happen. Tyler had not mentioned her going down on him; instead he was just looking at her body, from top to bottom.
Then, when he looked at her face, she could see his stupid grin out of the corner of her eye, he lifted his hands up and reached towards her tits.
Sophie swallowed hard as his hands found her tits and cupped them, giving them a little squeeze. Her hands tightened slightly on the edge of the table as her boyfriend's black friend continued to massage her big tits lightly. He never once mauled at them, just stared and gently squeezed each one and pushed them together, as if he had never seen a woman's tits before.
"Man, you've got great tits Sophie." He said, never taking his eyes from them
Sophie controlled the anger deep inside her. Although she was still horny, the anger she felt for Tyler wouldn't allow her to enjoy him touching her up. She hated this guy and to have him touch her like this was something she didn't want. But she had promised.
She just let out aloud sigh, to let him know she was fed up, or bored. Still he carried on feeling her tits. He stopped cupping them and pushed his palms flat against her tits until she thought he was trying to push her onto the pool table, but all he said was,
"Damn, your tits are big, and so fucking soft and firm."
She just ignored him. What an asshole she thought. If anyone else had said that, well, not Richie, but nearly anyone else, she would have taken it as a compliment and if this had been nearly anyone else, she would have been turned on by it even more. Say if Paul was groping her tits in the poolroom, because she lost a bet to him, while her boyfriend was in the room across the hall, she would have been so horny she probably would have ripped his clothes off and fucked him senseless there and then. She had fucked one of her boyfriend's friend's in the room nest to where her boyfriend was before, so here would be fine. But this wasn't Paul, or nearly anyone else, this was Tyler, and she wasn't happy or wanting to fuck him senseless. She just wanted him to leave her alone.