"I said you'll do. Lag for break." He pulled a silver-chased pool cue out of the case and began screwing it together.

At the sight of it, Susan shuddered involuntarily. There was something spooky about this guy. She was almost sorry she'd gotten involved with him. But she couldn't back out now. Not with all the other girls watching her.

"Okay."

She lost. And the game didn't go well for her. The man was good, very good. As he sank the last ball, she hoped he was as good in bed as he was on the table.

"Let's go," he said. Without another word, he unscrewed his pool cue and put the sections back into the carrying case. He followed her up the stairs.

Susan felt uneasy and couldn't figure out why. The man had beaten her fair and square. He was obviously an expert player. But she had acquitted herself fairly well considering how new she was to the game.

She held open the door to one of the rooms. But that was the last thing she remembered for long seconds. His hand came crashing through the air to land with stunning impact on her cheek. She staggered and fell to her knees. Her hand stroked the injured cheek.

The door was closed. And the man stood over her like some avenging angel.

"Go on. Suck it, whore! You stupid cunt, did you think you could actually win? Go on, I said! Suck it! Suck my lovely cock!"

He slapped her again.

And then she noticed his limp cock dangling out of his fly. She hadn't even seen him run the zipper down. But his prong was out in the open for her. And he was ordering her to give him head.

"Well, okay," she said, her cheek still hurting from the blows. She'd play along, she owed it to him. House rules.

Another flat-handed slap knocked her to the floor. "You will address me only as 'Master'. I am your master and you are my slave!"

"Sure, uh, Master."