by Bridy McAvoy
She realized she was able to see some of what was happening in the plaza through the holes in the lace that surrounded her head and trapped her arms. She subtly moved her arms to bring a larger pattern of holes in front of her eyes even as she felt them draw her panties down and off.
“Spread them, Carol.”
Phil’s command brought accustomed obedience and she spread her feet well apart allowing the two women full access to her intimate places. Immediately she felt two hands, one from each side begin to massage her now naked ass cheeks. Her body was responding to the caresses as her brain tried to make sense of the partially obstructed view in front of her.
Just as a pair of fingers penetrated her sex for the first time, the scene in front of her snapped into focus. There was a group of college students in the center of the plaza and they were staring at the City Hall. In fact, Carol surmised they were staring at her!
She came, instantly and hard. In part due to the orgasm and in part due to her fear of being observed in this way, her legs collapsed and the two women allowed her to sink to the floor, breaking contact with the window and she fervently hoped from the view of the people in the plaza.
“You bastard! You told us these windows were silvered!”
Phil laughed.
The other two women quickly looked out of the window to confirm what Carol had seen.
“She’s right! They were watching! Phil, you really are a…”
He held up a hand to stop Rebecca in midflight.
“The windows are silvered; believe me, they can’t see in. It’s the second Monday in the month and they are watching the window cleaners string their cradle on this side of the building. They are on the roof directly above you.”
He laughed again.
“The look on your face as you tried to hide and cum at the same time was absolutely priceless, Carol, absolutely priceless.”
He stood to leave.
“You can go outside and have a look for yourselves if you want but I’d get dressed first if I was you, Carol. By the way, they’ll be using the cradle in a few minutes to clean the windows. That close they can actually see in a little so I suggest you make yourself decent in double quick time. By the way, I’m pleased with the way you are turning out.”
With that he laughed, turned on his heel and left.
Chapter 12
Sure enough, about ten minutes after Carol disappeared into the ladies room to clean up and make herself presentable again, the sounds of the window cleaners hard at work on those windows could be heard from the meeting room.
“That was a close one.”
Susie giggled at Rebecca’s comment.
“What was a close one?” asked Carol, emerging from the small bathroom.
“The window cleaners are here. They’re working on your office window right now.”
“I’ll kill him!”
Both Susie and Rebecca dissolved into fits of laughter. After a moment, Carol ruefully joined in.
“Sorry about that, honey, but he told us what he wanted to do when you took a comfort break earlier.”
“It’s okay, but just don’t tell Phil I enjoyed it.”
“I don’t think we need to.”
* * * *
Tuesday morning it was Steve who turned up just after they’d arrived at work and settled down to a hard paperwork slog. After an hour of animated discussion about the sewage works, not something any of the three had known anything about until the week before, he finally sat back.
“I have to say, girls, I’m impressed. Very impressed. Brains as well as beauty. Powerful combination.”
“You chauvinistic pig!”
He chuckled, “Just trying to wind you up is all. Truly, I’m impressed.”
He looked speculatively at all three in turn.
“Tell me which one of you three ladies is the best pool player?”
“Well, Tuesday night there’s four of us get together in the rec room for a game of pool. Unfortunately John’s had to drop out this week due to work commitments so I was hoping to persuade one of you to join us for a game. Make up the numbers this week, as it were. Any takers?”
Carol looked at Susie who smiled and opened her mouth to speak.
“I’ll be there.”
The other two looked at each other in surprise as Rebecca chimed in straight away before Susie could accept the invitation.
“Excellent, I’ll see you later.”
With that Steve sauntered out of the room whistling. As soon as the door closed behind him Carol turned round to her friend.
“You do know what he’s planning, don’t you? I doubt you’ll get more than a couple of shots before the game on the table will be you and not pool.”
Rebecca smiled shyly at her friend.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I jumped in before Susie could. It’s alright for you two girls but I’ve been short of attention for the last six months. It sounds like it’ll be fun and I need to make up some time. Besides, I shoot a mean ball when I need to, I just might give them a shock. Now, let’s get some work done.”
* * * *
Steve sent Rebecca an e-mail asking her to show up downstairs at about five, and not to worry as he would give her a lift home after the pool game. He also made a point of asking her not to get changed despite Phil’s new rule on the subject.
“I’ll see you two later.” Rebecca called as she left the room just after five, the others still buried under mountains of paperwork.
The door opened as soon as she passed the card through the reader and she walked in, smiling. Steve was already there but he was on his own reading a newspaper on one of the couches.
“Hi, babe. Karl and Frank will be here soon but their meeting has overrun so we’ve got a few minutes to kill first. What would you like to drink?”
“As I’m not driving, a white wine would be nice.”
When Steve returned from the bar, his disappointment showed on his face as she had sat down in one of the chairs the other side of the table rather than next to him on the couch. He made no mention of it, though, and sat back down himself. His eyes widened as she crossed her legs very slowly and sexily, flashing him her stocking tops as she did so. He was staring but Rebecca didn’t mind—indeed, she wasn’t finished. Casually she slid her top leg up the other one until finally her ankle rested on the lower knee. The tenting effect on her short skirt was obvious and, as she watched Steve’s eyes, she could see he was staring straight up the huge open v of her skirt.
Five minutes later the door opened and the other two pool players walked in, Rebecca quickly lowering her leg and uncrossing them before they too were able to take a peek. Steve was obviously disappointed but she could work out the thoughts calculating behind his eyes as the two newcomers grabbed beers, and Steve led the four of them over to the pool table.
“We usually play round robin style, ten dollars a rack, how does that sound to you, Rebecca?”
“It would be okay but…”
“What, sweetie?”
“I don’t have any money on me.”
Actually, she did but she knew what they wanted and was therefore playing along and, at the same time, enjoying the rush it gave her.
“Well, I suppose you could wager your clothes instead.”
She looked at Steve who grinned at her. He was also playing the game and knew she was going to agree. After all, she had volunteered to come down here.
“One item a rack?”
“Sure, but two if you foul on the final ball.”
“Sounds fair to me. Who’s playing who first?”
“Winning lags, then you stay on.”
Rebecca quickly realized they expected her to lose quickly in each rack, intending her to lose her clothing just as quickly. She smiled to herself and waved her empty wine glass at Karl who disappeared over to the bar to refill it.
Karl and Steve set up for the first lag and Steve won by a good margin. This left Frank and Rebecca to decide who was playing Steve
. Frank’s lag was poor, not even getting within three feet of the line. Rebecca’s was worse, she totally miss-hit it, leaving the ball against the cushion at the wrong end of the table.
“Go again, it’s only fair.”
Rebecca had immediately worked out they were intending for her to play every rack, so continued to play along. Her lag was almost inch perfect, finishing with the ball literally only an inch from the line, Franks at least a foot further away. Entirely as intended, Rebecca was now playing Steve and the stakes were either ten dollars or her jacket. Her chance to upset their plans a little was just about to occur, but she decided to have fun first.
Steve broke, sinking a pot, following with two further quick pots before leaving the cue ball snookered on all hers. She assessed the table and noticed a very easy escape, but decided to deliberately play a harder one and missed by a margin. With ball in hand and two visits, Steve cleaned up the table before she got another shot. He smiled at her,
“Your jacket, please.”
“You won it, you collect it, honey.”
She saw all the guys eyes light up at this as Steve approached her.
“My pleasure.”
“And mine, of course, don’t forget.”
He reached for the two buttons holding her jacket closed and opened them with a deft flick of the wrist. Steve looked straight into her eyes and smiled as he pushed the jacket backward off her shoulders. She leaned her cue against the nearest chair, allowing the jacket to slide clear of her arms where she caught it on her fingers and laid it over the back of the same chair. The other two men applauded, noticing her thin semi-transparent white blouse and black bra visible through it.
Karl then re-racked the balls and broke without potting anything. Rebecca analyzed the table just as her father had taught her and calmly potted four balls in sequence, casually knocking two of his safe against the side cushions in the process. Karl was too good a player to show he was rattled but, after five pots, he missed a relatively easy double on his penultimate ball. Rebecca cleaned up and rolled an easy black in before picking up the ten dollar bill and, reaching down her blouse, she tucked the ten dollars in her bra. For a moment, three pairs of eyes watched the note still sticking out of her bra inside her blouse.
It was now Frank’s turn and she dismissed him with ease, sticking another ten dollar note in her bra, this time in the other cup, again, with the same avid audience. She smiled to herself at the thought, knowing turning the tables this way was turning her on. Now it was Steve’s turn again and, right from the start, she knew he was the most challenging opponent there.
Steve had been watching her carefully through both the previous matches, not, like the others, attempting to peer up her skirt as she leaned over the table. She realized he was analyzing her as a player just as she had been taught, too. Steve was obviously about to raise his game.
Chapter 13
He might have intended to raise his game but his break-off shot was poor and the white clattered into the middle pocket, having spread the pack all over the table.
“Damn!”
Rebecca could see he was annoyed but was now on the cusp of the situation. The way the men were playing, all she had to do was bring her best game to the table every rack and she would win most, if not all, of them. None of the men would be able to complain, of course. After all, they’d set the rules, assuming, wrongly, she couldn’t play. She would walk out with most of her clothing intact and some serious spending money, especially if she could hustle them into upping the stakes. They had, however, come down here with the intention of doing more than just play pool. If Rebecca was honest with herself, so had she, having volunteered precisely for that reason.
Ever since Phil had taken her on her desk the previous week, the need for sex had become an itch she couldn’t scratch. Ever since her husband had left her she had been celibate, but it had been difficult to deal with, especially seeing her neighbors numbering among her recent sexual partners. It was time to play the game slightly differently; she’d made up her mind as she ostensibly studied the table.
The first three shots she rattled in the object ball with the dexterity she had previously displayed, leaving the next shot as an awkward one. She would have to reach halfway up the table from the end where the men were gathered watching her progress around the table, having to bridge over one ball and lean a long way onto the table. She knew her skirt would rise very high at the back and the three men would be watching her legs. This enabled her to deliberately drop the cue as she took her shot, the cue brushing against the ball she was bridging over.
“Shit!” she exclaimed as she stood up, noticing as she turned that all three sets of eyes were still aimed below her waist.
“Sorry, Steve, I fouled. I touched the five-ball with the cue. Your table.”
Steve took her place at the table, quickly noticing all his balls were in very easy run positions, and he cleaned up all the way to the black which was the only difficult shot. This allowed Rebecca back to the table with an easy tap in. Duly collecting the ten dollars, she again tucked it into her bra and watched Karl rack up again. The vulnerability and honesty she had shown had piqued their interest again and the evening was now back on track.
The next rack was nip and tuck, but Rebecca eventually maneuvered Karl into a winning position and he happily sank the black before laying his cue down and smiling at her. Actually, it was more of a leer, Rebecca thought, but that merely increased the arousal for her.
“I suppose I could give you your money back?”
Karl laughed and shook his head.
“Oh, no, you’re wagering your clothes, not the money.”
“Oh… I don’t think that’s fair.”
“Let’s vote on it then. All those in favor of Rebecca paying in money? All against?”
The vote was three to one against Rebecca, as expected, so she shrugged.
“What’s it going to be, honey?” she asked.
“I’m really going to enjoy taking that blouse off you, sweetie.”
“You sure you want my blouse? How about my shoes?”
“No way, honey, we are going to leave those on all night!”
“That’s assuming you win any more frames!”
The men all chuckled as Karl approached her. Rebecca realized she was already quite wet from anticipation and they were still only playing for her outer clothes. One more frame lost after this one and it would definitely be getting interesting.
Karl reached for the top button of her blouse and she handed her cue to Frank to keep both arms free. He slipped the first button open, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips before moving his hands down to the second button.
“I didn’t think I’d agreed to playing for kisses too, just the blouse, Karl.”
“Are you sure?”
He finished opening the second button and leaned in to kiss her again. This time there was a little bit more pressure and the kiss lasted longer. The third button and, this time as he kissed, his lips were open, his tongue flicking quickly against her lips. The fourth button, and she allowed her lips to part, giving his tongue access to the inside of her lips. Despite herself she shivered, keenly aware that this could quickly turn into an all-out gangbang. She knew the men wanted some more fun with her first and so did she, the drawn out process was definitely a plus from her point of view.
Another button followed by a kiss, and then the final one, and this time the kiss was very long and passionate, their tongues fencing. A light cough from Steve brought Karl back to reality and he pushed the blouse off her shoulders. Just as with the jacket, she caught it on her hands and dropped it over the back of the chair. As the three looked at her she took her cue back from Frank, resting the tip against her cleavage. A tiny smudge of blue chalk from the tip transferred itself to the inner surface of her right breast.
“Let me get that for you, Rebecca.”
Typically it was Steve who spoke up but she shook her head, wagged her finger an
d laughed. She knew full well that standing there, in her bra, with ten dollar bills spilling out of the cups and her cue cradled like that she looked exactly like their fantasy girl would. Well, to start with, anyway. She allowed Steve and Karl to drink their fill with their eyes as Frank racked the balls.
Frank was nowhere near as good a player as Karl, let alone Steve. She tried to allow him to make a game of it but on his fourth visit disaster struck for him and he foul-potted the black. Ruefully, he approached her, holding out the double stage in his hand for her to take. Rebecca took pity on him.
“You put it there for safekeeping, please, Frank.”
His eyes lit up and his hand was shaking as he gingerly eased one of the notes into the left cup of her bra. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear.
“Use both hands, Frank. It’ll be easier!”
With the second note he reached for her right breast with both hands, this time cupping the breast before pulling the bra cup away to push the note in firmly. The edge of the note scratched at her nipple as he did so causing her to gasp. She smiled before he could stammer out an apology and winked at him. The smile she got in return was like the sun coming up.
Now it was Steve’s turn. Again the rack was tight but, after a couple of easy misses from Rebecca, Steve finally won.
“I think it’s time for you to pay the piper with your bra, young lady.”
Rebecca shook her head.
“No way. I’ll have nowhere to store my winnings if you do that.”
Steve shrugged.
“Well, it’ll have to be your skirt, then.”
“Fine.”
He made no pretense of merely removing the garment this time. He gently removed her cue from her hand and leaned it against the table. Then he simply took her into his arms and, as she tilted her face up to meet his, immediately began to kiss her passionately, hungrily. She responded as his hands slid all over the naked skin of her back, although he was scrupulous in staying away from the bra strap. By the time he dropped his hands to the skirt zip, she was breathless and she could feel her heat coursing through her veins. A moment later, the skirt was undone and, although tight, it slid cleanly all the way down to her feet. Steve let go and she stepped out of it before turning and bending from the waist to pick it up. The turn had quite deliberately pointed her ass at the three men, and she knew bending like that would stretch her panties tight across her buttocks.
