13 comments/ 38296 views/ 31 favorites Just One Game By: AmandaSarah Bridget swirled the wine in her glass as she watched the crowd of people on the dance floor. Drunken girls giggling as they struggled to stay balanced in their too-high stilettos, men watching them with eager eyes, and intimate couples concealed in the dark corners of the club. Even through the shadows you could see their bodies tensed up against each other, hands wandering over delicate places. "Bridget!" An elbow was roughly jabbed into her upper arm and she turned back to the table with a frown. Her friend Jade was glaring at her through false eyelashes. "Rob was just saying how much he loves to play pool..." Jade raised her perfectly pencilled eyebrows and then plastered a smile on her face as she turned to the two men sitting across from them. Jade's partner, Keaton sat directly across from her and the way he'd been looking adoringly at Jade all night, Bridget thought, was nauseating. For a couple who had been together for over five years, they still managed to uphold an obscene amount of public displays of affection. Or maybe she was just jealous. She looked up to find Rob watching her eagerly. The blonde, blue-eyed car salesman was charming, athletic, and such a nice guy, according to Jade. She'd failed to mention that he was incapable of talking about anything other than his own interests. After listening to him explain the best sales techniques for over an hour, Bridget had tuned out and started to drink faster. "...and isn't that a coincidence?" Jade continued with enthusiasm. "You see, Bridget here is amazing at pool -- and there just so happens to be a free table over near the bar!" Bridget knocked back the last of her wine to avoid rolling her eyes and waved her empty glass with a smile. "I need another wine -- but how about we have a game when I get back?" she didn't wait for Rob's answer, pushing her chair back quickly. With any luck, by the time she made it back, the free pool table would be occupied. It was still early in the night, but it was a Friday night and the club was filling up quickly. As she stood, she realised her head was spinning and she subtly steadied herself at the bar, perching herself onto the nearest stool. The bar staff were bustling and she didn't try too hard to get their attention. The longer she was away, the better, she figured. She'd agreed on the double date because she knew Jade was concerned about her. After a messy breakup six months ago, she hadn't had the urge to date anyone new, and her friend hated to see her living in her apartment alone. Truth was, she'd been pouring herself into her work so much that she'd only really been home to sleep. She smoothed down the hemline of her dress which had crept its way up to her mid-thigh. She'd worn a loose-fitting grey dress, much to Jade's dissatisfaction. If it were up to her, Bridget would be in a short, tight red frock, attracting as much attention as possible. She'd decided, however, that her wild red hair was enough of an attention getter on its own. It ran freely down the length of her back, spiralling in all directions, refusing to be tamed. While she'd always longed for Jade's silky blonde locks, most of her girlfriends were envious of her crazy red tresses that highlighted the green in her eyes. She turned her attention back to the bar and caught the eye of one of the barmen. He strolled over and placed a full glass in front of her before she had the chance to order. "Compliments of the gentleman," he indicated to a man sitting a few seats down from her and she leaned back slightly from her chair to get a decent look. Black eyes met hers and a dangerously confident smile that made her legs weak -- or perhaps that was just the alcohol. Once upon a time she would have been flattered by the gesture; that was before she'd learned that men who buy you drinks want something in return. She raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him and turned back to her drink. Judging by the colour of the liquid, it was either advocaat or something mixed with juice. She brought the glass to her nose and inhaled. "Vodka and pineapple juice." She felt the warmth of his breath as his lips brushed her ear and she swung around quickly, almost spilling the drink all over herself. Placing the glass firmly on the bar, she frowned up at him. "Excuse me?" He stood casually against the bar, in jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt which on anyone else would have seemed underdressed, but he held himself with such self confidence that the outfit complemented him. "Your drink. It's vodka and pineapple. A nice change from the wine." His lips curled up in amusement. Bridget's cheeks flamed as she realised he must have been watching her throughout the night. She lifted her chin haughtily and pushed the glass towards him. "Thanks for the offer, but I don't like pineapple," she lied and raised her hand to signal the bartender. It was caught mid-air in a large, firm grip and she spun back around, glowering at her pursuer. "Really?" he cocked his head to one side, "I could have sworn I saw you drinking a Pina Colada at the start of the night." His eyed burned into her, daring her to challenge him. She wanted to throw the drink in his face. Instead, she smiled bitterly and took a sip from the glass. He released his grip on her hand and smirked at her triumphantly. "Play a game of eight ball with me." It was a demand rather than a question and she felt inclined to agree just to wipe the smug look from his handsome face when she beat him. "As fun as that sounds, I have to get back to my date," she lathered her voice in false disappointment. He glanced over her shoulder to where her friends were seated. She thought she saw a flash of amusement in his expression, but it was quickly gone as his eyes once again met hers. "Tell you what. We'll play one game." Bridget opened her mouth to object, but he cut her off. "If you win, I'll let you get back to your date. You'll never see me again." She narrowed her eyes at him. "What makes you think you can stop me from getting back to my date?" His own eyes turned hostile. "Oh, you'll find I can be very persistent." Bridget hesitated. She could see Jade wrapped up in conversation with the two boys. One game wouldn't take long and beating the ego out of this stranger would definitely improve her night. "And if I lose?" she looked up at him curiously. He didn't miss a beat. "Then you say goodnight to your date and let me escort you to another party." Bridget almost choked on the last mouthful of her drink and threw him a hateful look. "To make it fair, I'll even give you three free shots to start the game." His attempted courtesy only infuriated her more and she practically jumped off her stool. She shoved a two dollar coin into the dispenser and snatched the nearest cue stick into her fisted hands. "You can keep those free shots," she spoke icily as she chalked the end of her cue, "you're going to need them." Suddenly he was right beside her, close enough for her to breathe in his cologne; an intoxicating mix of sandalwood and spices. "Is that right?" He towered over her and studied her with a stony expression. She stared back, taking the opportunity to properly examine his features. His dark hair was short and ungroomed, with a subtle trail of stubble shading his jawline. She saw now that his eyes weren't black, but a dark brown that seemed to darken the more she gazed into them. She sucked in a breath as his hands reached down the length of her, his eyes staying fixed on hers. She should have stepped back, but there was something dangerous in his gaze that kept her still. She felt him graze the skin just below the hemline of her dress and her heartbeat quickened. His fingers hovered for no more than half a second, before collecting the multi-coloured balls and depositing them onto the table. His fingers worked them into a triangle quick and easily. Too easily, she thought, for an amateur player, and she shakily let out the breath she was still holding, bringing her focus back to the game. His hands were barely off the table when Bridget sent the white ball soaring down the green felt, breaking the triangle with such ferocity that two balls sank heavily into the back corner pockets. Both stripes. Jade wasn't lying; Bridget was amazing at pool. Her high school job had been at an arcade in the city and on quiet nights she would spend hours perfecting her game. Lining up her shots, positioning her cue and applying just the right amount of force. Click! Another stripe in. She looked up to where her opponent was standing. He looked calm and composed, cue in one hand, and drink in the other. He didn't even flinch when another ball dropped into the pocket nearest to him. Bridget made her way to the other side of the table, cocking her head to one side as she considered her next move. Leaning forward, her back to her adversary, she positioned her cue and lined up her next shot. She should have chosen the easy target - a red stripe sitting close to the middle left hand pocket; but she was caught up in her triumph and aimed for a the ball at the far end of the table. It was only as her cue struck home that she realised her accuracy was slightly off from the amount she'd had to drink. She cursed as the white ball hit the side of the table and rolled to the centre, making no contact at all. Only four balls down and now her opponent had two free shots. He strolled casually to the opposite side of the table, setting his drink on the edge and placing the white ball on the line. As he pulled his cue back, Bridget caught a glimpse of muscle under the sleeve of his shirt and she wondered if his stomach was just as built. His cue connected firmly and the first solid was easily sunk. Moving swiftly to the side of the table, he took a new position and manoeuvred another ball into a corner pocket. Bridget mentally chastised herself for her pride; she should have known he wouldn't propose such a deal in a game he wasn't likely to win. She pushed her hair back from her face and watched as her opponent sunk two more solids, his expression subdued. Every move he made was executed with perfection and as ball after ball went in, Bridget found herself praying for him to miss. Logically, she knew she had no obligation to leave with this man, but there was something in his expression that told her it would be a dangerous move to renege on their agreement. The last solid bounced mechanically off the side wall and she watched in disdain as it slid into the pocket nearest to her. The eight ball sat, perched between two of her untouched striped balls, and Bridget watched as her rival contemplated his next move. He positioned himself directly across from her, his brow creasing slightly at the complexity of the situation before him. It was a difficult shot, even for an accomplished player and Bridget held her breath as he leaned forward, angling his cue with precision. As he struck, his eyes met hers and she saw in them blatant superiority; his lips curling up with satisfaction as the white ball rebounded off two walls before knocking the eight ball straight into the side pocket. She was still gaping at the effortlessly cleared table when he strode towards her, tilting her chin upward to meet her gaze. His eyes, she noticed, were even darker than before and almost predatory. "You have five minutes to say goodnight to your friends; then it's just you and me." She started to mumble an excuse, but his finger on her lips brought her to silence. "You make a deal with the devil, girl," his voice was deadly, "you follow through." Just One Game Ch. 02 Well I'm sure you must all completely hate me for the amount of time it's taken me to bring you a sequel to this story and I apologise profusely – I was going to continue it and then decided I wanted to start fresh with a new story. But to all of you who commented insisting I continue this series, give yourselves a pat on the back, because you persistence worked ;) As always, your comments and suggestions are much appreciated and rest assured, I won't keep you waiting a whole year for the next chapter – pinky promise! P.S. Two stories in one week – I think I deserve some kudos for that! -AmandaSarah xx Just One Game Ch. 02 It was only when Bridget felt Reid's finger slip easily inside her that she realised she was incredibly turned on by the vision in front of her. She jumped slightly at the intrusion and found him staring up at her with a smug smile. She threw him a disgusted look as he rubbed her dewy moisture across her clitoris and an involuntary shudder ran through her. Sshe turned away, desperate to gain control over her reactions. The man on the couch was now unzipping his pants eagerly and Kendra's g-string was down to her ankles, her spread legs displaying dripping pink lips decorated with a delicate strip of brown hair. A gorged erection bounced out of the man's pants and he mounted the dazed-looking woman, rubbing the head at her entrance teasingly. As he continued the torment, circling the tip through her wet lips, Reid mimicked the act with his finger in Bridget's folds. He'd obviously noticed where she was watching and she was tempted to scrunch her eyes shut, but found she couldn't take her eyes off the erotic scene unfolding before her. The man atop Kendra slipped himself fully inside her, his length disappearing into her until their bodies were melded together. He then drew painfully slow back out again, his cock slick with her juices. He continued driving deep into her and then fully withdrawing from her dripping entrance, fucking her sensually. Reid's fingers tease her in time with the man's thrusts, pinching her clitoris and then sliding deep within her, milking her gradually until she was practically dripping all over his hand. When his fingers were replaced with the warmth of his tongue, she cried out, but the sound was muffled by the material between her lips. His breath was hot and his lips sucked torturously at her nub. He lapped thirstily, pushing her lips back and forcing his tongue deeper inside her. She writhed against his mouth, her legs wanting to buckle beneath her, but her cuffed arms held her upright. Kendra's face was now a picture of desperation as her lover continued to deliver his deliberate strokes. Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to increase his pace and he complied readily. With a firm grip on her tiny hips, the man's pelvis came down hard and fast, bobbing in and out of her relentlessly. Bridget watched as Kendra gripped the edge of the couch with one hand and used the other to cover her mouth, holding in her screams. Reid's tongue moved back to Bridget's clitoris and she sucked in a breath as he slipped two fingers deep inside her, curling them upward and bringing more moans from her gagged mouth. She dared to look down at him and saw he was watching her expressions intently, his eyes black with desire as he ate her greedily. His tongue increased its movement and her eyes rolled backward. She focused back on Kendra who was now coming hard under her partner's cock, her mouth wide and her features in a state of complete bliss. The man gave a few more violent thrusts before he stilled inside her, shuddering and releasing himself deep inside her. When Bridget saw the trickle of white liquid dripping from Kendra's swollen lips, Reid's tongue became too much to bear and she screamed into the scarf as her orgasm hit, closing her eyes tightly and letting the wave of tremors surge through her body. Her legs caved and all of her weight fell on the chains securing her wrists. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Reid gently slid her panties back up her legs and smoothed her dress down over them. He unlocked her ankles, which had fallen free from her heels and she stood on bare tip toes, struggling to keep her legs straight. When he released the bindings at her wrists, she all but fell into his arms as the after effects of her climax and the alcohol left her in a weakened state. "Damn, you're sexy," he untied the knot at the back of her head and delicately removed the damp material from her mouth, allowing her to catch her breath. When she'd recovered slightly, Bridget pulled herself firmly out of his grasp and slipped her feet back into her shoes before finally looking up at Reid's satisfied expression. Then her hand came down hard against his face with a loud "CRACK!" She spun on the spot and stormed past the exhausted couple on the couch and the erotic dancers, through the hallway and straight out the front door. "Bridget!" Reid snarled out her name angrily and she quickened her pace almost to a run. "Stay away from me!" she yelled back at him, moving too quickly and almost twisting her ankle. He caught up to her easily and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders. "Bridget, stop!" he ordered, turning her to face him. She could see a bright red handprint on his cheek. "Don't touch me!" she spat, her green eyes violent. "So much for not forcing women who aren't willing!" She tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. He looked at her with eyes just as furious as hers. "Don't pretend like you didn't enjoy that," he growled. "The evidence is all over my fingers." And to her utter humiliation, he lifted them up tauntingly. "I can't control how my body reacts, you asshole!" she spoke through clenched teeth. "Your body reacted because you wanted it to," he spoke darkly. "The minute I saw you in that bar watching the couples on the dance floor, I knew you wanted this." He brought himself closer to her so that his face was mere inches from hers. "You might not have known it, but I could see the passion in your eyes." Her voice dropped to a deadly whisper, "Let me go." And to her surprise, he did. She turned away from him and continued down the driveway. "What, you're going to walk home?" he scoffed. "Well I'm sure as hell not getting in a car with you!" she shouted back at him, her words venomous. Bridget heard him curse before he re-entered the house. She continued up the main road and pulled out her mobile to call Jade. She'd have one hell of an explanation to give, but right now she was beyond caring.