Hustle Me

by Jennifer Foor

  With her bra still hanging under her breasts, she dropped those little thongs and climbed right onto me. I took my wrapped up erection and teased her entrance. Just like I had assumed, she was already lubricated and ready to roll. I started to enter her slowly, but with her being on top, she took control and let my whole girth slide deep inside of her. I grabbed onto her little waist and helped her to a good rhythm. She picked up the pace rapidly and after just a few minutes, I could tell I was ready to finish. Her pussy felt too good to wait any longer, plus I wasn't about to worry what she thought.

  When she felt me tightening up on my grip of her waist, she slowed her movements. After one soft kiss, she got up. "Did it feel good, baby?"

  I smiled and held up my thumb. "It's all good."

  Like always, I spent the rest of the night in the company of Jaye. It was a good thing it was so late, because it was easy to go to sleep.

  I woke up in a strange bedroom, with a naked chick’s arm sprung across my chest. From the way the sun was blaring into the window, I knew it must be morning, or maybe even afternoon. I wasn’t very good about sticking to a schedule.

  A little later, Tippy's girlfriend made us all a big breakfast, which was nice for a change.

  Jaye was already giving me that look like she wanted to ask if we could hang out again. Usually I'd just lie and tell the chick it would be cool. No reason to hurt their feelings, even if it’s how I really felt.

  "So, how long you staying in town?" Tippy asked with a mouth full of food.

  I took a drink before answering him. "I don't know, man. I came here to see a friend and found out that he's dead. There ain't much more to do here now."

  "I got this friend that wanted to do an eight ball match with him and another guy. They want to do two grand. What do you say? You want to make a few G's before you roll out?"

  I wasn't interested until I knew the opponents. I wasn't willing to take risks when it came to a grand out of my pocket. "What's the spot?"

  "Straight up, yo. They don't want a spot. In fact this bitch said he and his friend can hang even with us. You believe that shit? There ain't no fucking way that shit is going to happen."

  "Are you talking some kind of partners shit? I'm not cool with relying on you to make your shots."

  "Hell no, it ain't partners. Him and the other dude want to play me separately, but I ain't into staying up all night for two matches plus, the place they want to shoot doesn't stay open late."

  One of my rules was that I never played people in an arranged match if they were being particular about where to shoot. The table could have flaws and they could use those flaws to their advantage. "You dumb ass, the tables probably ain't level."

  "It's McNally’s, dickhead. You know there is some serious gambling going on in the back of that place. You ever been there?"

  McNally’s, my home for five years, was located about forty five minutes from where Tippy and I grew up. When I lived with Joker, he didn't really announce to everyone that he had a roommate. From the very beginning of our friendship, I'd made it clear that I didn't want my parents knowing where to find me. I just wondered now if that's how Joker got involved with my father. If someone found out that the guy was helping me, he would have a vendetta against him. "Yeah, I been there. They have some killer tables."

  "I know, dude. The guy that owned the place was on the pro tour for a few years. He made sticks out of an upstairs shop."

  If he only knew how many sticks I made out of that upstairs shop. "Tell them I'll play." I'd shot in hundreds of bars, but my most favorite was the tables where Joker had taught me to be the player I was today. Plus, it would be nice to make a quick grand before I rolled out of town.

  "I'll make some calls, bro. In the meantime you can just crash here. I already noticed you like the amenities."

  I mouthed the words "fuck you" before finishing my meal.

  While Tippy made the calls to set up the match, I knew there was only one thing that was going to be a problem about playing at Joker's bar. His little walking attitude of a daughter would likely be there and that was a distraction that I didn't need with money on the line.

  I was going to have to go make friends with her and I had this feeling that it wasn't going to be easy.

  Chapter 9

  Charlie

  I had just opened the doors when in walked a familiar face. Ever since I saw him chase those guys away, I had been wondering if I'd ever see him again. He approached the bar with a cocky grin on his face. "Look what the cat drug in."

  "If I were you, I wouldn't mention pussy unless you’re offering some." My mouth dropped as I stared into his dark eyes.

  "In your dreams." He must think I'm crazy to be amused at a comment like that.

  "Yeah, I'd take that dream any night." He tapped both hands on the bar in some kind of beat.

  "Are you here to drink at eleven in the morning, or did you just come here to piss me off?" I wanted his annoying ass to walk right back out of the door. For the second time, Zach had come to visit me and nothing had happened between us. My body was crying for some attention and the only thing I was getting was hideous pickup lines from a cocky stranger. My life couldn't get worse.

  He stuck out his hand. "I'm Jammer."

  "What kind of name is that?" It sounded ridiculous.

  "It's the name you'll be calling out the next time you’re holding a shower head between your legs and wishing it was my mouth."

  I seriously stood there flabbergasted. What kind of asshole would have the gull to speak to someone like he was talking to me? I had to keep my composure. If I let him think he was getting to me, he would keep at it. "I don't need that when I have a boyfriend that does whatever I want."

  He finally put his hand down when I didn't shake it. "That's too bad. I could have given you the hottest fuck of your life."

  I pushed a menu across the table. "Order something or leave. Five minutes is too long to be dealing with a loser like you."

  He looked down at the menu. "I'll take a cheeseburger with everything on it."

  I turned around to face the kitchen window. "Shaun, I need a cheeseburger with everything."

  I left Jammer sitting at the bar while I started doing other things. I had to go to the grocery store to buy fresh produce for the sandwiches and I was running out of cheese slices. I started making a list of what I needed when I heard Shaun say the order was up. I grabbed the plate with the burger and chips and turned to see that Jammer was gone.

  In the back of the tavern, I heard the sound of a rack of pool balls being broke. I grabbed a bottle of ketchup and walked it back there.

  Jammer was bent over at a table in the back corner. He may have been a total asshole, but he was fine to look at. When he extended his arm, I could see the tattoos on his forearm and knew there were probably a lot more all over his body.

  He was one of those sexy guys that any girl would want to get with until he opened up his mouth. I saw him catch me looking at him and walked over to sit down his burger on the table. He took one more shot and sunk the ball in the pocket. "You shoot?"

  I wanted to ignore him and walk away, but he was spending money in my bar. "Not really."

  "How come?" He took a bite of his burger and waited for me to reply.

  "Seriously, are you really trying to have a normal conversation with me after you just acted like a complete ass?" I couldn't believe this guy.

  "I was just stating the obvious. With me, what you see is what you get, sweet thing. So, how come you don't shoot? I mean, you got some badass tables back here. Most places don't take care of their tables."

  "Well apparently my father was big into pool. Some guy randomly showed up and re-felted the tables last week. He claims that every two months they are to be re-felted. I don't see the difference. They looked fine to me."

  He shook his head and tossed the balls around on the table. "Trust me, there is a big difference."

  "What are you some kind of pool guru, or do you jus
t know everything?"

  He laughed at me and started approaching me with a cue ball in his hand. Before I could resist, he grabbed my arm and stuck the cue in my hand. "Put this ball anywhere on the table and tell me which pocket you want me to shoot that eight ball."

  Didn't he know that I couldn't stand him? "Why would I even care if you could make the shot? This is a just a waste of my time." I started to walk away, but turned because I had the cue ball in my hand.

  "As much as I like seeing you with one of my balls in your hand, I think I'm going to need that back."

  I cocked my eyebrow and decided that if I didn't do it, he would continue to harass me.

  "Shoot it from here." I hid that white cue ball behind another ball and it was blocking him from being able to see his eight ball.

  He smiled and chalked up the tip of his stick. "So when I make this shot, what are you going to give me?"

  I put my hands on my hips. "Nothing! It's impossible anyway."

  He pointed to the eight ball. "It's actually pretty easy, but since you say it's impossible, I think we should make a wager."

  I crossed my arms. "I am not sleeping with you. I don't even know you!"

  "After this shot you're going to get to know me." He was so sure of himself that I wanted to punch him, but I was so certain he was lying about being able to make the shot that a wager didn't even matter.

  "Since I know you are going to miss, what are you thinking about wagering?"

  "I'm shooting a match here later tonight. If I make this shot, then you have to come watch."

  I think I was more shocked that he didn't tell me I had to blow him, or something completely ridiculous. "Why would I want to do that?

  "Just agree so I can sink this already."

  "Fine, let’s watch you miss!" I leaned against a stool and watched him line up his shot. I looked again and it was completely blocked. Jammer smiled at me and shook his head as he cocked up his stick in the air, instead of it being level. As he poked on the cue ball it spun around the ball blocking it and went over to knock in the eight ball. I stood there in shock. It seemed impossible and he'd made it look so simple.

  "We start shooting around ten. If I were you, I’d close the bar then, so you can watch me take every single shot." He had a half smile on his face that I wanted to punch off.

  "I am not doing that!"

  "I made the shot fair and square."

  "You hustled me!" I poked him in the chest when he got closer to me. He was close enough that I could reach out and touch him if I wanted to. "That isn't fair."

  "Nothing is fair in hustling." The door sounded and I knew I had to get back to tending the bar. "You better be here at ten, or I will come looking for you."

  I walked away and said nothing else. I wasn't going to watch him play. He was the biggest baboon I'd ever dealt with. I hated him.

  Once our lunch rush was done and over with, I noticed that I no longer heard the pool balls being hit around. I waited twenty more minutes to go back and check on the billiards room, on account of not wanting to be set up by that asshole. When I got back there the pool light had been turned off and he was gone. On top of his plate was a fifty dollar bill and on his napkin was a note that read 'ten p.m.'.

  I crumbled up the napkin and tossed it on the plate, before carrying the mess to the trash. I couldn't believe he'd left me a fifty dollar bill. It had to have been a mistake. Maybe he just wanted to get his change when he came back in tonight, or maybe that was his way of making sure I showed up to give him that change.

  I shook my head and realized I'd been played. "Damn!"

  I spent the rest of the day sulking over having been played by that jerk. When Ryan's daycare bus dropped him off, it was the first time I let myself smile. I don't know why I was letting that creep get under my skin. He was probably some criminal.

  Ryan grabbed his bag and started pulling papers out. "Look Charlie, I made you a picture."

  I looked down at the paper and noticed that it was three people holding hands. The biggest person was in the middle. I pointed. "Is that Zach?"

  "No, silly, it's me and you and that's our daddy in the middle." He pointed to where our feet were on the paper. "See, we are on top of the clouds. My teacher said we had to draw a picture of a special place. Since we can only see daddy in heaven, that is where I wanted to draw."

  What the hell do I say to that? "I think that is so sweet, Ry."

  "If we could visit daddy in heaven, would you want to go with me?" He was so innocent and probably the cutest kid I'd ever seen.

  "Kiddo, I'd go wherever you wanted me to as long as I could see you smile."

  He giggled. "Charlie, I'm hungry."

  I loved how he could change the subject like it never existed. "Go back to Shaun and tell him what you want. Don't forget to wash your hands before you come back out."

  After Ryan ate all of his chicken tenders, he decided that he wanted to color. Shaun worked until seven and then headed home to be with his family. He was already such a big help to me.

  When Ryan started to yawn, I locked the front doors and put the 'be back in ten' sign up. It was always more than ten minutes, but for now, I didn't really have a choice. I had no help and my brother was my first priority. After his quick bath, we got him into his pajamas and tucked into bed. It was probably bad, but I always let him fall asleep with the television on. If he needed me for any reason, he knew I was just downstairs.

  Usually, during the week, I could close the tavern by eleven, but this guy Tippy always came in and played pool late at night. Since he spent a bunch of money and brought in more customers, I let him hold late night matches. Once it got late enough, I would lock the doors and let them play.

  The next few hours were pretty steady. A few people left because I didn't have the ability to keep the kitchen open once Shaun left at night.

  Tippy came in and I got him a beer before hanging back at the bar while he warmed up. Two big Italian looking guys came in and ordered mixed drinks before heading back to join him. I don't know why, but my heart jumped when I heard the door open and saw Jammer walking in with two girls on his arms. It figures that he could pick up two bimbos at once.

  I rolled my eyes as he approached the bar. He smiled at me like he wasn't carting the other girls around. "Hey, sexy, I need a Coke and whatever they want as well."

  I shook my head and started making his soda. The girls giggled and ordered sodas too. I gave them theirs first and Jammer watched them walk away before he turned back to my attention. I slid the Styrofoam cup toward him. "I have your change from earlier."

  "You don't owe me any change. I paid for a good meal and the entertainment that came with it."

  "Did you just refer to me as entertainment?" I was more than pissed.

  Did I look like some hooker?

  He laughed at my comment. "If I did, what are you going to do about it?"

  "Please take your soda and follow your little toys to the back room. I've already had about as much as I can take from you."

  He leaned over the counter, to be sure nobody else could hear us. "That's too bad, because I can promise you that after one night with me, you'll never say that again."

  I scrunched up my face. "You disgust me."

  "Love me or hate me, but either way you're still thinking about me, babe."

  "Go to hell."

  He grabbed his soda and started walking away. "When you're lying on that bed tonight, think of me."

  "I seriously hate you."

  I really did!

  Chapter 10

  Jammer

  I don’t know where in the hell Tippy found these two roughnecks we were playing. They were alright shots, but I almost felt bad for having to take their money. I, at least, liked a run for my money.

  When I played a match with someone, we had to show our money before the match and leave it in the same place until the match was won by either person. Usually, we would put our stack of bills on top of the pool light. It
was out of the way and didn’t attract anyone wanting to walk up and take it.

  I broke and ran out all of my balls on the first rack, not even giving the guy a turn at the table. Tippy’s girlfriend and Jaye came along to watch us play and, even though it was nice to have two good looking women with us, I couldn’t help but think about the hot little thing that was on the other side of the bar. Something about her just got under my skin and made me want to keep taunting her. She got so mad; so red in the face that I thought it was comical. Of course she wanted to give me back my change that I wasn’t going to ever take back. It was obvious she was struggling and her father had helped me when I didn’t have a pot to piss in.

  The guy I was shooting wanted to take a smoke break, so I decided it was time for another drink. “Tip, you need a refill?”

  “Yeah, man. You don’t have to go get it, just call Charlie. She’ll bring it in to us. I always tip her good before I leave.”

  Charlie. Her name was Charlie.

  I think a smile came across my face before I even knew what I was doing. Tippy looked over at his girlfriend and walked closer to me. “You don’t want to go there, Jammer. She ain’t like the Sugars you are used to.”

  I patted him on the shoulder. “Yeah, let me be the judge of that.”

  He chased after me and when we made it around the corner, I stopped. “I’m not playing, man. She’ll never give you the time of day. Charlie’s a nice girl who is really having a hard time. She had to drop out of college and become a parent to a brother she didn’t even know she had. The last thing she needs is a one night stand with you.”

  I pushed him, but not in a fighting kind of way. “You want her for yourself don’t you? What, did she turn you down?”

  He scrunched up his face. “No, dude. My girl would kick my ass. That’s the only reason she came tonight. She’s real jealous and thinks I have Sugars on the side.”