Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Eight, Chapter Forty-Six: Frida ( Chapter 46 )

Frida

Igor hadn't expected to see her again. He hadn't seen her in… how years has it been now?

“Seven.”

“Huh?” he asked.

“It's been seven years,” she said. The Russian man paused for a moment as her words sank.

“Oh,” Igor said at last. Just like the last encounter, this was just purely by chance. He hadn't been looking for her, per se. She was just there.

“How did you find me?” Igor asked. The woman tossed back her long black wavy hair as she laughed.

“Don't flatter herself,” she said. “I'm just in town for business.” She said that last time too. Igor frowned.

“Do you always run into me when it's `for business'?” he asked. The woman took a long sip of her vodka.

“Yeah,” she said. She turned her head.

“The question is, are you going to make this worth my while?” She had her eyes locked on him as she asked that. One look into those deep browns and he was back in. Their bartender rolled his eyes. Igor and this woman were the last two people in the bar. He wanted to go home, but no!

The woman looked around the bar. Igor waited to see what she was going to pull this time. She looked over into the corner next to the exit. She turned to him with a smirk.

“Care for a game of pool?” she asked. Igor's face lit up.

“Sure,” he said.

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That pool table looked like it had seen better days. However, they could still use it. She was the one who set up the game. Igor watched as he remembered the same thing last time. Who's idea was it again?

He noticed that mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“What?” he asked.

“Let's make this more interesting with a little wager,” she said. Igor raised his eyebrow. She said that last time too.

“What kind of wager?” he asked. The bartender gritted his teeth as he took in another deep breath. They were just taking their time, weren't they? Come on! He wanted to close up and go to bed. The bartender's nostrils flared as the woman leaned in close to the man's ear.

“If I win, you have to be my dog.”

Igor looked over at her with red cheeks. “And if I win?”

The woman backed up with a little smirk on her face. “You get to fuck me anyway and anywhere you want.” Her voice dropped into a husky tone as she ran her finger around in circles on his chest. Igor chuckled as he smirked.

“You're on,” he said. The bartender clicked his tongue. He resisted the urge to shout, “Get a room!” Instead, the older man went back to cleaning the bar.

And so the game began. The woman took the first shot. The colored balls rolled all over the dusty green felt. She looked up with a film star smile.

“Are you trying to pull another one of your sexy mind games, Frida?” Igor asked with a smile.

“Your move,” she said. He smirked as he positioned his pool cue. He made the mistake of trying to look cool to impress her. He was going to stay focused this time. Igor drew back to cue and hit the white ball. The orange ball with the white stripe rolled into the hole.

“Yes!” Igor pumped his fist. Frida smiled and shook her head. This game wasn't finished yet. She took her turn.

The bartender's patience had long since worn thin. He was almost finished. But these fucking people wouldn't take a hit. This game looked like it was going to take all night. The bartender found himself tempted to turn off the lights. He cleared his throat twice. That didn't do anything. His nostrils flared as his face turned bright red.

Pretty soon, they came to the final round. Only the eight ball was left on the table. Frida and Igor smirked as if to dare each other to make the first move. This was going to be the one to determine if he was going to tear that ass up or crawl around on all fours and bark like a dog. He loved either outcome. The Russian man was the dog last time. What would it be like to do her on this pool table?

“Well go on,” Frida said. “Your move.”

“I know,” Igor said. He got into position. Frida and the bartender watched intently. This would be the shot to end the game. The Russian man had been doing good so far. Plus, he had time to practice and not get cocky over the past seven years. Time to wrap this puppy up. Igor took a breath and made his final shot. The black eight ball rolled across the table. He did his best to keep his cool as it edged toward the hole.

Closer… Closer… Closer…

Dog or pool table sex. Dog or pool table sex. Dog or pool table sex.

The ball stopped just short of going into the hole. Igor smiled to himself and that was the game. He looked over at his new mistress. The man waited for her command. Frida licked her lips and hopped onto the pool table. Igor's eyes widened as he watched her reach under her dress. She rolled down her black lacy panties. Frida seemed to have the same idea he had.

“Lick me, little doggie.” She didn't have to tell him twice. Igor sank down on all fours and ran over to his treat as Frida spread her legs for him.

“Oi! That's enough of that!” the bartender shouted. The couple turned their heads to see the man with a bright red face.

“Get the fuck out of here and get a room!” the bartender shouted. “I have to close up but can't do that because you're still here! Get out! Just get out!” He walked over to the light switch and flipped it off. Igor and Frida turned to each other in the dark and broke out laughing.

A Game of Pool