She glanced back and nodded toward a couple of deliverymen standing around ogling the scenery. Don saw them, sighed, then said to Susan,

"I'll take care of them in a while. But the bartender's sick today so I'm having to handle that, too. Why not let Cat show you around until the night man gets in? Then we can get together. We've got so much to talk about."

"Yeah, I agree," Susan said.

"Okay, then. You take good care of her, Cat. Or I'll whip you till you beg for mercy."

"Promises, promises! But don't worry. She'll get the full scoop on the operation."

Susan wondered at Don's sudden hesitation. But the men were beginning to bang on the bar demanding more drinks. He quickly went back and started filling orders, promising the deliverymen he'd be with them in a few minutes after the customers were refilled.

"This is the main room, Sue. Twenty tables."

"Yeah. And all filled. Isn't that a bit unusual this time of day? And those women. Whew! I wish I looked like some of them!"

She was taking a close look at the people playing. Fully half of them were women. And some were ravishingly beautiful. It was apparent from the way they brandished their pool cues they weren't novices at the game, either.

"You do, sweetie, you do. But you're not in their class in a lot of ways. Some of them, your old man would kill you for, too."

"You mean they're hookers?"

"Ummm, not really. It's just that Don runs a little different type place here. The chicks out there are sort of on the house payroll. They hustle the guys into playing. But most of them are championship grade players.

Hell, one guy's been trying to beat Cyndi over there for almost a year and hasn't done it yet!"

Cat nodded toward a table. The woman playing had one of the nicest figures Sue could remember seeing. And she was showing it off to the fullest, too. Cyndi was leaning over the table so that her tits were almost fully exposed to the man across the green felt from her. It was more than just distracting him, it was making his cock positively hard.