And she wasn't wearing a bra. That was one of the first things he noticed after he got past the way her tits bulged out of the opened neckline of the blouse.

"Uh, by the way, my name's Joe. I, uh, don't remember seeing you around here before."

"New." Susan decided it was best not to mention that the owner of the place was her father. It could only cause complications. And just looking at Joe was making her crotch begin to water again. She needed cock. And lots of it. The lezzie lovemaking with Cat had been nice – it had taken the edge off her hominess for a while.

For a while.

It was back in full force now. And Joe looked like just the stud to take care of that deeply buried itch she was feeling in her cunt.

"You break."

The game was quickly over. Sue missed two easy shots and Joe ran the table. The grin on his face showed that he wasn't the least bit repentant about beating a newcomer to the game. His cock was telling him this was exactly what he'd came in for.

"Well," Susan said, "You win. You're a good player. And I missed a couple really easy shots."

"You said you're new around here." A horrified thought had crossed his mind. What if she was just someone who'd drifted in off the street? What if she wasn't one of the regulars around here who played by the rules?

"Yeah. But don't worry. I know the way it is around here. You don't plunk down five dollars a game without the chance of getting something worthwhile in return, right?"

"Right!"

Without another word, Susan turned and walked toward the stairs. Joe almost lost it then and there. Watching the seductive wiggle of her ass was a real treat. And the way her jugs bounced around, he could just imagine what they would be like popped into his mouth.

He hurried after her. Putting his hand on her butt hurried her up the stairs a little bit. Susan quivered at the thought of what she was about to do. It wasn't right – not really. It was almost prostitution. But hadn't he beaten her at a fair game? It wasn't rigged and she knew what she was getting into.