Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2003 00:13:46 EDT
From: MissColly@aol.com
Subject: Of Cue Sticks and Garters

Authors note: This story idea was first proposed in a story
ideas forum and I took up the challenge of
writing a strip pool story. This story is significantly
shorter than my norm and not nearly as involved. The idea
was to do a story based on the game and I tried to
concentrate on that aspect of it. If you don't know the
rules of Nine-ball it will be very confusing. I still hope
you enjoy it.

CET


Ingrid Rios drove the cue stick forward in a smooth motion.
The cue ball kissed the bumper and grazed the black ball
that hung on the very edge of the pocket, causing it to
fall.

"That's a hundred Manny, wanna double up again?" the small
woman asked as she chalked her cue.

"Nah, you're already into me for most of my take on the deal
I came here to do. I'll give the rest to the putas over at
Rosie's, at least I'll get something for the green," the
stocky Mexican in the greasy biker leathers said as he broke
down his expensive cue stick and placed it in a black case.

"Yeah, the clap," Ingrid replied as she pocketed the cash
sitting on the lip of the table.

"Wouldn't be the first time," he replied amiably. Manny was
a short, stocky, balding Mexican and leader of the feared
Banditos motorcycle club. No matter how many times she saw
him he always gave the impression of being off, almost like
his upper body had been intended for longer legs and
somewhere there was a mix up. Whenever he made it to town he
stopped in and said hello. They would usually play a rack or
two of pool, share a pitcher of beer, reminisce for a bit
and then he would be on his way. Manny knew she was a
lesbian and there was a comfort level between them that kept
sexual innuendo out of their dealings. It wasn't too
curious, considering she had been his old lady for two years
before she decided she was really more into girls. The
Bandito's lifestyle made it easy to discover herself and
experiment with her sexuality, after all free-for-all orgies
were a Saturday night ritual. Manny had been cool with it
and she suspected her leaving him had come as a relief. He
was a free spirit and anything that tied him down was hard
on him.

Ingrid was short and stocky as well, but where Manny seemed
disproportionate she appeared to be well put together. Her
wide hips and large ass coupled with an impressive bust made
her seem lush and inviting. Her face was exotic, a mixture
of features from her father, a Hispanic Sergeant in the U.S.
Third Infantry Division and her mother, a German girl from
the good side of Berlin. Her father had met her mother while
he was stationed overseas and they had been married while
her mother was pregnant with Ingrid.

After Manny left she moved behind the bar and wiped it down.
Tanner's was her place, bought for her by Manny as a kind of
breaking up gift. Tanner had been a Caucasian with a
fondness for the senoritas. It had gotten him into trouble
and he had been forced to leave Texas in a damned big hurry.
The stocky biker had picked the roadhouse up for a song and
given it to her the night he and the Banditos roared out of
her day-to-day life. Manny usually lost when they played.
Ingrid felt like he lost on purpose, wanting to help out,
but afraid of offering her charity and rousing her anger. If
he realized the tidy sum she had saved since she took over
the place he would probably be less willing to part with his
ill-gotten gains.

She loved the little place and had proven to be a sound
businesswoman. Manny and the Banditos now used the back room
for deals and on more than one occasion her private
apartments upstairs had served as a hide out or hospital
room when things went bad. She was happy to help out, but
they paid for it with a cut of the deals or cash for using
her place to hide out. She didn't ask for it, it was just
the way Manny was.

The little place drew a good crowd most nights, especially
when the local community college was in session. Ingrid
never tired of checking out the coeds, but they were for the
most part all white, middle upper class and hopelessly
straight. Still, eye candy was better than nothing and since
her girl Rita had moved back to the old country last year
she hadn't been getting even a sniff.

She poured herself a beer and examined the place. It was
small and darkly lit with only a few lights. Two ancient
pinball machines sat in a corner near the restrooms and
three carefully maintained pool tables occupied a small
alcove. A few tables and chairs filled the rest of the
space. Most regulars sat at stools along the long bar.
Ingrid slipped out from behind the bar and used her master
key to free the balls on one of the tables. She racked them
up and played a while, sharpening her skills. She had always
been good at pool, but now her earnings from the games she
played each night almost matched the little places take for
an evening. Pete, the bartender came in around five and
started getting set up. She had three waitresses on staff,
but only Tina and Alice were on tonight. Around seven the
place began to fill up.

Ingrid first noticed her when she came in with a bunch of
others. She was tall, not just tall for a woman, but tall
all around, maybe six foot one or two. The girl stood head
and shoulders above her companions, and what a head! the
Hispanic woman thought. She had a high forehead and high
cheekbones with flashing hazel eyes and a cute pug nose.
Luxurious black hair fell in a gentle cascade down her
shoulders and framed her face. Her neck was long and
graceful, shown off by the simple black choker she wore.
Ingrid shifted from one foot to the other to get a better
look at her body as she passed between two tables filled
with drunken cowboys. All eyes at those tables were on her
as well.

She wore a tight red sheath dress made of some clingy
material. It was having trouble holding her impressive bust
in and seemed to be straining at her wide hips as they
swayed seductively. Her long legs were encased in black
stockings and she wore black ankle boots with a four-inch
heel. She looked so out of place in a Texas roadhouse that
Ingrid had to look again to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
The girl's five companions were also dressed to the nines
and Ingrid remembered that there was some kind of concert
going on over at the college tonight. Even as she remembered
the concert another couple came in dressed in their finery.
Ingrid shrugged and went back to her game, but she did catch
herself stealing glances at the tall brunette whenever a
shot allowed her to without being obvious.

By midnight Ingrid had yielded her table and was having a
long debate with herself. She sat behind the bar at her
usual spot, just to the left of the window back to the small
kitchen. A tall boy of Shiner bock sat untouched before her.

Now what would a knockout piece of ass like her see in me?
she asked herself. Ingrid glanced at her reflection in the
mirror behind the big bar. Flat features, nose too broad,
lips too wide, kinky black hair she worn in a tight buzzcut.
She had really struck out in the looks department she mused.
Her mother was a Scandinavian beauty and her father darkly
handsome. All three sisters had taken after their mother and
both of her brothers looked like dad. She had been the
oddball, getting the worst of both she always felt. Which
brought her back to the knockout sipping beer with her
obviously toasted friends. Why was it that every time Ingrid
threw a glance her way she found the girl staring at her?
Could she really be interested? Or was it more likely that
her own loneliness was playing tricks on her? Well, the
bitch was edible, maybe it wouldn't hurt to go and find out.

No sooner had she made the decision and started to stand
than she realized the girl was gone! Their table was empty
and Alice was cleaning up the empties. Ingrid sat back down
and took a large swallow of her beer. Damnit all to hell,
she thought. I'm no good at this being a butch. I ought to
give it up and go back to men. The thought echoed in her
head for a few moments, causing her to smile. Well, no,
never back to men, but a change of scenery might do her
well. Maybe over to Dallas or even Atlanta she thought. She
had friends in the gay scene in those cities and she would
be sure to score at least a few times. The trouble with this
small town was that everyone knew what everyone else was
doing and no one was out. It was just too dangerous with all
the John Wayne wannabes running around.

Ingrid smiled and finished her beer. A vacation then, she
would go as soon as she could arrange for Pete to run the
place for a week. He was an ex-biker and she trusted him.
She had enough on him to send him to Texas's electric chair
a few times over, so he was dependable. Ingrid took her cue
from its place behind the bar and returned to the pool
tables, she hadn't made as much as usual tonight and she was
in a good mood for the first time in weeks.

----

It was nearly three in the morning and Ingrid was cleaning
up the last of the dead soldiers. She had already sent Pete
and the girls home. She enjoyed the place late at night,
when all was quite and still. Outside the clear Texas night
revealed a million stars in the sky and the low plains were
bathed in the soft glow of a full moon. She had already cut
off the big neon sign out front when she heard the screen
door creak open.

"We're closed," she called over her shoulder. When the
intruder made no sound Ingrid's hand slipped into her jacket
and closed on the butt of the Colt .45 she habitually
carried. She spun with a fluid motion, whipping the deadly
black pistol out of her waistband and racking the slide. The
weapon centered on the tall girl's forehead. Her big hazel
eyes shot open and her face showed awed surprise.

"Damn girl, you better learn to speak up," Ingrid growled as
she eased the hammer back down and returned the gun to her
waistband. The words came out a little harsher than she
meant, but she could have killed the girl and that was
disconcerting. The brunette in the snazzy dress still had
that "doe caught in the headlights" look and Ingrid felt
like a heel suddenly.

"Awww hell, I'm sorry, want a beer?" she said as she walked
behind the counter. She opened a pair of bud longnecks that
were still cold. The girl slid onto a bar stool at the end
of the bar and sipped daintily at hers, while Ingrid killed
the long neck and opened another.

"So what can I do for you?"

"I don't know. I saw you giving me the eye all night and it
was getting me hot. I wanted to find out if you were all
looks and no action, but my friends rode with me and I had
to take them back home. I hurried to get back before closing
time, but they live over in Chester,"

"There's plenty of action babe, names Ingrid," she said as
she extended her hand and the girl took it. Her hand was
smooth and silky soft. Ingrid cursed herself for not having
something smooth to say.

"My name is Cindy, nice to meet you," she said. Ingrid just
held her hand and stared into her eyes. The tall girl
colored a bit and broke eye contact.

"I saw you playing pool, feel like a game?" she asked.

"I don't play for fun,"

"I don't either," she said as she went over to the table.
Ingrid followed as the girl selected a cue from the rack.
She laid it on the table and rolled it, then held it up and
looked down the barrel.

"Best you have?" she said arching an eyebrow.

"You can use mine, what are we playing for?" Ingrid said.

"Ever played strip pool?" she asked smiling.

"Strip pool?"

"Know how to play nine ball?"

"Yeah,"

"Same rules. Cept each time you sink a ball, I have to give
up a piece of clothing,"

"And every time you sink one I do?"

"No, have you ever played tennis?"

"No,"

"Well, it's kind of like that, the first rack we play for my
clothes. The second we play for yours. After that we
alternate, but with a new twist, when you sink a ball you
can take a piece of your clothing back rather than take one
of mine and vice versa,"

"I got all night sweets, but a game like that will never
end,"

"Oh, I forgot, whoever sinks the nine ball picks one item
from the clothes she has won and removes it from the game.
Flip you for break?" she said producing a quarter from her
small handbag.

Ingrid won the toss and broke cleanly, with the three
falling in the corner pocket. When she looked up Cindy
unzipped one of her ankle boots and handed it to the smaller
woman. Ingrid snorted and tossed the boot onto the empty
table behind them, and then lined up on the one. It was an
easy shot, but she put too little English on it and the cue
ball ended up behind the six. She tossed Cindy's other boot
on the table with the first and tried a three-rail bank
shot, but failed to hit the two. Cindy took the ball and
expertly sank the two, four and five, but her bank shot on
the six didn't work and it let Ingrid back into the driver's
seat.

She sank the six and looked up at the beautiful brunette.
Cindy smiled and seductively pulled her skirt hem up, until
a stocking top was revealed. Ingrid felt her blood pounding
in her temples as the girl teasingly unclasped the pink
garters and rolled the fragile stocking down her leg before
handing it to Ingrid. The dark skinned woman was so
flustered from Cindy's teasing that she missed an easy
straight in shot on the seven and watched helplessly as
Cindy sank it followed by the eight and nine.

"My turn," she said and smiled.

Cindy's break was clean, but nothing fell. Ingrid had no
shot on the one, but tried a combination off the bumper
after calling it. The one kissed the three and dropped the
red ball in a side pocket. Ingrid felt herself sweating just
a little, for the first time in years she was worried about
winning. Money was one thing, but seeing this bitch in all
her naked glory was something completely different. She had
to play another combo off the one before she could sink the
pesky ball. The set up on the two was bad, but she managed
to kiss it and leave the cue in a bad spot. Cindy failed to
hit the two with her shot and Ingrid got a ball-in-hand set
up. She got the two, four, five, and seven, before she left
the cue behind the nine. Cindy sank eight and Ingrid
dutifully passed over her jacket. The nine was
inconsequential so the tall girl racked them up again.

"Now it gets interesting," she said as Ingrid broke. The
break was bad and nothing fell. Cindy quickly sank the one
and Ingrid waited, but the girl lined up on the two.

"Wait a minute, aren't you going to take something?" she
asked. The tall girl stood and smiled.

"We're playing for my clothes now. Each ball I sink is
really nothing more than a lost opportunity for you. If you
sink a ball you can ask for your jacket back, or for
something of mine, but I can't ask for anything until we are
playing for your clothes, understand?"

"Yeah, I got it now," Ingrid said. Cindy wasn't paying
attention. She made a difficult cut on the two, sank the
five off a combination from the three and then got the three
with a smooth bank shot. She hit a two-rail bank to get the
four and a combination off the six that got the eight.
Ingrid began to get the feeling she was being hustled, these
shots were not things your average college girl could hit.
The six fell and Ingrid was worrying that she wouldn't even
get another shot when Cindy missed a long straight in shot
on the seven. Ingrid sank the seven and then stood up and
considered a bit.

"I'll take something of yours," she decided. She was
frustrated when the girl shrugged and handed over her bag.
The ex-biker started to protest, but realized the girl had a
lot less on than she did, even with her bag and jewelry
counting as "clothes" she would still have to win more to
get Ingrid naked. Ingrid sank the nine and took the girl's
bag out of play since she was still angry at not getting
another stocking and another look at those luscious thighs.

Since she was holding break Ingrid broke again and this time
sank the three again. She started to ask for something, and
then remembered that she was playing for her clothes now.
The one and two fell easily, but the four was trapped behind
the six and seven. Ingrid slammed the stick into the cue
ball and banked it off the back rail. The cue struck the
four and sent the six into a corner pocket.

"Shit shot," Cindy said. She took a shot at the four, but
missed and Ingrid approached the table again, the four was
at a bad angle, but she thought she could get it. The bar
owner grunted as she sunk the four. She missed on a tough
bank shot trying for the five, but grazed the ball. It
didn't matter, Cindy sank it easily. Ingrid unlaced one of
her riding boots and Cindy tossed it on the other table with
the jacket she had won earlier. She got the seven and eight
before missing on the nine. Ingrid had given up her other
boot and a sock and concentrated on the nine, it was an easy
shot, but she took her time and made sure she sank it.

"Stocking gone," she said as Cindy racked. Ingrid took the
silky stocking and Cindy's bag over to the bar where she got
them both fresh beers. She then broke and sank the five.
Cindy removed an earring. Before Ingrid missed on the seven
she collected another earring, the girl's bracelet, and all
three of her rings. She had rushed the shot on the seven,
anticipating getting that elusive stocking. Cindy finished
the table, taking back both boots and removing Ingrid's
jacket from play.

The girl's break was bad and Ingrid studied the table. She
could easily take the one, but she also had a fairly easy
three-ball combo to get the nine. In a money game she would
have taken the one, it was the surer bet. She realized there
was a lot of strategy to this game. When playing for her
clothes she was better off trying to get the nine, but when
playing for Cindy's a quick out removed opportunities for
her to win the girl's clothes. At the same time, as long as
she held something of the tall brunette's she wanted to get
the nine and remove it from play. There was a lot of
strategy involved in this game that she hadn't seen before.
Her combo shot worked and she removed Cindy's bracelet since
she had already lost the boots.

Ingrid's break was great; she sank the seven and had an easy
combo on the nine. She debated about taking it as Cindy
passed one of her boots back over. Fuck it; I want to get
more shots at her clothes a lot more than I want to take
anything out of play, she thought. The one netted her a
second boot. The two fell on a tricky cut and Ingrid looked
up expectantly. Cindy smiled and once again seductively
pulled her dress up. This time she pulled it far enough up
that Ingrid caught just a glimpse of the girl's panties
while she undid the clasps. She took the proffered stocking
and then went to the bar to get more beers and let her heart
stop racing. Even then she missed an easy shot on the three.
Her mind was filled with images of those creamy thighs and
the girl's panty covered pussy.

Cindy seemed to be having her own troubles and missed her
shot on the three as well. Delighted with this turn of
events Ingrid was extra careful to get the three. Cindy
smiled and turned her back.

"Unzip me?"

Ingrid's hands were shaking as she unzipped the dress. Cindy
smiled a little self-consciously and wiggled out of it. Her
body was breathtakingly magnificent. The pink satin push up
bra struggled to hold it's charges and her flat tummy led
the little butch's eyes to the pale pink lace panties she
wore. A delicate lace garterbelt looked out of place with
its garters hanging down and no stockings. It was
practically inevitable that Ingrid missed her next shot. Her
eyes never even took in the table; they were totally fixed
on the near naked girl. Cindy took advantage and sank two
balls, reclaiming her dress, which she hurriedly put back on
and her boot again for some reason. Ingrid got the boot and
dress back with the sinking of the four and five. She had an
easy shot on the six, but also had a difficult combo
possibility on the nine. She went for the nine, hoping to
take Cindy's dress out of play and missed.

Cindy got her dress back with an easy shot on the six. That
left only the eight and nine on the table. The girl's face
was a mask of concentration and she chewed on her lower lip
as she concentrated. Ingrid waited and at the last second
shouted, causing the girl to barely tip the cue ball.

"No fair," she chided, but there was a smile on her lips.
Ingrid sank the eight and the nine before Cindy could wiggle
out of her dress again.

"The dress is out," Ingrid said, smiling as she carried it
to the bar. She returned with fresh beers, noticing for the
first time that she was getting buzzed and the girl seemed
to be too. Ingrid failed to sink anything on her break and
Cindy smiled.

"Show time," she said as she stretched out and sank the one.
Ingrid's eyes were glued to her shapely ass hidden only by
the thin panties. She removed one of the thick leather
bracelets she wore, but didn't even have it off before the
two, three, and four were down. Another bracelet and her
sock came off, but Cindy seemed to be just warming up,
ignoring Ingrid as she removed her necklace. A four-ball,
two-rail combo followed, which had Ingrid's eyes popping out
of her head. The little butch scowled and removed her tee
shirt. She wore an old black Playtex bra, it wasn't
flattering, but it was comfortable. When the five fell on a
three-rail bank shot she had that feeling again that she was
being hustled.

"Choices, choices" Cindy teased. She wanted to be bold, but
her innate caution won out and she hesitantly unbuttoned and
stepped out of her black leather pants.

"Didn't really matter," Cindy said as she sank the seven.

"Fuck," Ingrid exclaimed and reached back to undo her bra.
Her large full breasts fell out as she tossed the bra on the
table. Now it was Cindy's turn to stare. She missed her shot
on the eight and Ingrid took the cue from her. She realized
this was not just your average player; the tall girl was
damned good. Ingrid sank the eight, taking her tee shirt
back and the nine.

"Stocking," she said and carried the fragile garment over to
the bar. When she returned she slammed a good break and the
five fell. She looked up with fevered eyes. Cindy smiled and
then reached back and removed her bra. Her breasts were
every bit as full as Ingrid's, but unlike the shorter
woman's they didn't sag at all. Ingrid shook her head and
lined up on the one. Cindy quickly threw one leg up along
the rail and hooked her thumb into her panties. She wrapped
her hand around the front panel and pulled them up tightly,
exposing the swollen lips of her pussy.

Ingrid refused to let it get to her and sank the shot. She
looked up and Cindy was smiling as she unclasped the
garterbelt and handed it over. The two fell on a short shot
and Ingrid practically drooled as Cindy stepped out of her
panties.

"You win,"

"What about your choker?"

"I never take it off,"

"So now what?"

"Well, you won, so pick something you want to keep," she
said as she handed over her panties. Ingrid held them to her
nostrils and inhaled the delicate scent. She may not have
been the most commanding butch, but she recognized the aroma
of an aroused woman with ease.

"What if I told you I wanted to fuck your brains out?" she
said. She almost held her breath as Cindy smiled at her.

"I'd love to, but it's nearly seven and I have classes," she
said as she gathered up her clothes.

It was a gentle rebuff, but Ingrid recognized it for what it
was. Cindy dressed quickly, then kissed her cheek and was
gone. Ingrid went upstairs and masturbated to a crashing
orgasm while holding Cindy's panties to her nose.

---

Saturday night totally sucked. Ingrid was in a foul mood and
everyone caught some of it. She was depressed and her anger
soon gave way to that deepening depression. For her, it was
like magic, at least at the pool table. Being down she
seemed to be able to close out everything except the balls,
angles and trajectories. She was finishing off Chico for the
eighth time when she realized she was out of beer. She
dropped the eight on an easy bank and stood up. Five hundred
dollars was sitting on the rail.

"Double," the angry man yelled, fishing into his pockets. He
was drunk and Ingrid already felt bad about taking his
money.

"No more," she said.

"Yes more!" he shouted, turning red.

"No," she said firmly, collecting the money and pocketing
it. Chico was having none of it and stooped only to come up
with a switchblade.

"Crazy bitch, she is cheating me!" he screamed. Three of his
friends were trying to get him to calm down while Pete was
edging closer to the shotgun under the bar. The drunken man
was waving the knife around and seemed to be frothing at the
mouth.

"Now calm down Chico, she isn't cheating. You've had too
much to drink, go home and sleep it off," a thin man named
Carlos cajoled without getting too close.

"If she is not cheating me then why is she trying to leave!"
he screamed. Ingrid felt helpless; this was going to end up
in someone getting hurt. She nearly jumped out of her skin
when a pair of long sleek arms wrapped around her shoulders.
The whole bar had gone silent.

"I'm sorry I'm late lover. Lets go upstairs, I've been
creaming my panties all day dreaming about you fucking me,"
a familiar voice purred in her ear. It was said in a
seductive whisper, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
First one person, then another and another began to grin.
Ingrid smiled and shrugged expansively. Even Chico started
to laugh. Sensing that she had an opening Ingrid turned on
her heel and scooped Cindy up into her arms. The tall girl
wrapped her arms around Ingrid's neck and then took her
biker cap off and put it on her own head as Ingrid ducked
out the back and up the stairs to her private rooms. Once
inside she kicked the door closed, but was reluctant to put
Cindy down, she felt so good in her arms.

"Thanks, that was getting dangerous," she said at last.
Cindy giggled and held her tighter.

"Uuum, I really appreciate it, I mean, now everyone is going
to think you're a lezzie,"

 "Who said I'm not?" Cindy purred in her ear and then traced
her tongue along the sensitive lobe.

"But.. I mean.. I just thought," Ingrid spluttered. The
brunette laughed musically and nuzzled her neck.

"You thought I was blowing you off last night, but I wasn't.
I really do have Saturday classes. My folks are paying for
my education and I am serious about doing well, but that
doesn't mean I didn't want to stay and get it on," she said
seriously.

"Do you still want to?"

"Are you kidding? This berg is hopelessly boring. Even the
campus is full or right-wingers. I'm sick of my vibe and was
going crazy when we stopped in here. I really have been
dreaming about you all day,"

Ingrid carried the giggling girl to her bed and dumped her
on it. She sat up and smiled. Ingrid wasn't exactly sure
what to do now, so she just stood and drank in Cindy's
beauty.

"What now?" Cindy asked.

"Up to you girl. We can go as is or I have a strapon in the
nightstand. What's your pleasure?" Ingrid said, trying to
sound confident.

"Well, I have to admit this, I am really inexperienced. My
only other lover was a woman I met in New York at a NOW
convention,"

"Now?"

"National Organization for Women,"

"Never heard of it,'

"I don't doubt it, they are a political advocacy group.
Anyway, Janet was really against using dildo's of any kind,
so I am pretty curious,"

"Ever been with a guy?"

"Several," she said with a wry grin.

"Same deal really,"

"Do you like using one? I mean on your girls?" Cindy asked.
Ingrid had to laugh.

"My girls? Guess its my turn to be honest, I've never had a
steady girlfriend," she said as she removed her jacket and
kicked off her boots.

"That surprises me,"

"Why?"

"Well, you're.I don't know, just sexy, I assumed you had
plenty of girls to choose from," she said. Ingrid laughed
out loud as she undid the buttons to her pants.

"I live in the same berg you do girl. I had some girls when
I rode with the Banditos, but it was always group gropes.
I've never made it with a girl one on one, or had a girl to
call my old lady,"

"That's great!" Cindy enthused. Ingrid stopped as she was
reaching for the strapon harness in the bottom drawer and
stared at her.

"What's great?"

"I just meant it was great we would be learning together. I
was hesitant to come on to you because I didn't want to seem
like a novice," she said.

"It should be fun," Ingrid said as she stepped into the
harness and pulled it over her generous hips. She pulled the
tabs, which tightened it around her waist and then jogged
her hips experimentally. The thick, red, nine-inch long
dildo bounced with her movements, stimulating her clit as it
did so. Cindy was working on the buttons on her dark blue
blouse as she watched.

"Why do you have a strapon if you have never had a girl?"
she asked.

"Well, I hoped I would find one," Ingrid said. Cindy nodded
and lay back, holding a boot up which Ingrid caught in her
hands. The girl pulled her foot out and then held up her
other leg. Her shirt was open and Ingrid could see she was
wearing a lacy black bra under the shirt. Her hands slipped
to the fly of her jeans and she undid them, holding up both
legs. Ingrid grasped the legs of the jeans, where the cloth
hung down off her ankles and tugged them down. Cindy raised
her ass to aid in getting them past her hips and once they
did they came off easily. Ingrid heard herself take in a
sharp breath.

Cindy's wore black stockings with frilly lace tops, a black
satin garterbelt and a black thong. Her legs were so
beautiful, but even as she appreciated them the little
woman's eyes were drawn to the almost indecently brief
thong. She could easily see the outline of Cindy's pussy and
she felt her mouth become dry.

"Do you always wear such sexy shit under your clothes?" she
heard herself asking.

"Usually. I like to feel sexy, even when I have to dress
down," she explained as she shrugged out of her top. She
tossed it on the floor and then looked up expectantly.
Ingrid was at a loss; the girl's beauty unnerved her. When
the silence became awkward they both broke into uneasy
laughter.

"I don't know what to do next," Cindy said, blushing
slightly.

"I know what to do, but not how to get there," Ingrid said
with a smile.

"Did I see a pool table in your spare bedroom when we
passed?" Cindy asked suddenly.

"Yeah, best in the place, I practice on it and the guys use
it when they are in town and crashing here,"

"Can we do it on the table?"

"Well, yeah, I guess, I mean if you really want too,"

"I do," she said smiling and holding her hands up. Ingrid
helped her to rise and followed her to the spare bedroom.
She kept her best table here with the new sticks when they
came in and new balls. Cindy suddenly seemed different; she
stepped out of the thong and tossed her bra to the floor as
she climbed onto the table, staying on all fours.

Ingrid shrugged and climbed onto the table behind her. The
felt tickled her knees, but once she got a sight of the
girl's up thrust ass and her beautiful pink lips it didn't
matter. She was slightly surprised to find Cindy's neatly
trimmed pubic thatch was a reddish brown, but she didn't ask
about it. Her pussy was beautiful and the scent of it showed
the little woman that she was very aroused. Ingrid grasped
the base of her cock and rubbed it up and down the girl's
slick lips. The head slid easily between them and after a
moment she heard Cindy moan softly. The girl seemed to take
her teasing as an inability to find the right spot because
she reached back between her legs and guided the head of the
dildo to her entrance.

Ingrid used one hand to steady herself by grasping the
girl's hip and held her cock on target with the other. When
she pressed forward she found the dildo only slowly slid
into the girl. Cindy cooed and sighed as more and more of
the latex cock disappeared into her juicy pussy. When there
was less than her fist's length left Ingrid released the
cock and put her hand on Cindy's other hip. She grasped both
firmly and started to rock her hips.

"Ohhhh, yes," Cindy moaned. Ingrid smiled and started an
even pistoning motion that drove the cock into her lover
with ever deepening strokes. It wasn't exactly as she had
imagined, but it wasn't all that different. Each thrust
forced the base of the dildo against her clitoral area,
which produced a lot of pleasure. Visually it was stunning,
watching Cindy's pink lips stretched around the red cock and
marveling at the way her black garters framed her beautiful
ass. The steady stream of moans and groans was like a
heavenly choir and drove Ingrid to greater exertion. The
soft, satiny skin of the girl's hips felt like heated silk
under her hands. Perhaps the strangest turn on was the
scent. It was thick and musky, the aroma of a totally
aroused woman and the room seemed to be filled with it.

"No no, no no, no more please, slow down," Cindy babbled,
but Ingrid ignored her. She could tell from the way the
muscles in the girl's thighs were quivering that Cindy was
about to come and the pleas for her to slow down were not
what she really wanted. The girl's upper body collapsed onto
the table and her hand snaked between her thighs to
vigorously stroke her wet pussy.

"Oh god, Oh god, Oh god, harder.faster," she whimpered.
Ingrid was only too happy to dig in and start pounding into
her with rapid strokes.

"Yes.Yes! Oh god! Fuck me!" she screamed as her ass humped
back forcefully, meeting each stroke. Ingrid laughed out
loud as she drove into the girl, reveling in the feeling of
power. It wasn't an evil laugh, but one of happiness that no
simple smile could contain.

"Ohhh, Ohhhh, Ohhh," Cindy cooed each time the fake cock
drove into her depths. Ingrid slowed her pace and began to
rotate her hips as she fucked Cindy. She noticed a thin
rivulet of the girl's juices running down the inside of her
thigh and took her hand from the girl's hip to dip her
finger in and then taste it. Cindy tasted sweet, as sweet as
anything that Ingrid had ever put in her mouth. She wanted
more, but decided to save it for later, the quiet coos had
turned to sharp barks of pleasure and she decided to
concentrate on making Cindy come again.

Ingrid let her hands move from the girl's hips to the round
cheeks of her ass, enjoying the soft texture of her skin for
a few thrusts. Her real goal had been to establish that she
didn't need a firm grip on the girl's hips to keep it going.
The way Cindy was pushing back on her cock let her know that
her hands could be better employed elsewhere. She caught two
handfuls of the girl's long hair and used them like reins to
pull her head up. Once she was up, with her head back Ingrid
released one handful of hair and wrapped her arm around the
girl's slender waist. When she pulled up on the brunette's
torso, the girl seemed to understand what Ingrid wanted and
rose to her knees. The Hispanic woman quickly released the
second handful of hair and brought both her hands around
Cindy's upper body to cup her beautiful breasts. She could
feel her own heavy breasts pressed into the soft skin of the
girl's back.

Cindy's breasts were heavy and incredibly resilient to her
touch. Ingrid's fingers quickly found the girl's stiff
nipples and began to roll and pinch them as she drove her
hips forward. Cindy threw her head back, which allowed the
little butch to capture her ear between her teeth. She let
her tongue swipe over the girl's skin before releasing her
hold and really concentrating on the driving lunges she was
making with her hips. As she did this she let one hand trail
down the brunette's flat tummy, through her neatly trimmed
bush and pressed two fingers between her slick lips. She
began to dig in with her fingers, matching her thrusts until
Cindy was moaning and squeaking. The tall girl's breaths
became faster and the time period between the incredibly
sexy squeaks she was emitting was growing shorter and
shorter.

"Cum for me baby, cum on that nice big cock, you love
getting fucked don't you?" Ingrid whispered. The girl's
breathing was labored and her words seemed to rush out in
gasps.

"Yes.Fuck me.. Please.. Oh god.I'm gonna cum." the last was
followed by a high pitched keening cry as her body spasmed
in Ingrid's arms. Somehow she kept up her rhythm through the
girl's gyrations and the continuous thwacking sound of her
hips against Cindy's ass never wavered. The girl collapsed
back onto her chest when her orgasm subsided. Her long dark
hair was mused and stray locks lay on her shoulders and the
green felt.

It was a sight Ingrid would never forget, a feeling of
command that she had never known and a sense of fulfillment
that she had never hoped to attain. For the first time in
her life all the pieces fell into place and she gave herself
to her own orgasm unreservedly when it came.

---

Ingrid sat up in bed with the ashtray in her lap. A
cigarette burned in the tray, but she hadn't taken a drag in
a while. Cindy, who was stretched out next to her, stole the
smoking butt and inhaled deeply.

"So now what?" she asked.

"You want more?" Ingrid asked incredulously.

"No," she responded quickly, "at least not for a while. I
meant in the big picture sense,"

"Oh, I don't know. Wanna be my girl?" the Hispanic woman
asked. Cindy chuckled and took another drag.

"My, but you are the charmer,"

"I'm trying, but.oh fuck it. Look, you're a white girl, this
is a white man's world, and you scare the shit outta me,"

"Ingrid, if I wanted a white lover don't you think I could
have gotten one?" Cindy asked.

"Well, yeah, I mean, I can see you getting anyone you
wanted,"

"Thanks. I was homecoming queen, prom queen, Miss Eastmore
High and head cheerleader. Anytime I decide I want something
I get it. Then I saw you, I bet you don't realize I have
been in here at least ten times since the semester started,"

"You have?"

"Yeah, but it took me showing up in that dress to get your
attention. You're hot and I have been trying to get you to
come after me since the first time I came here. I've had the
hots for you for so long I can't even remember when I wanted
someone else and after tonight I don't want anyone else, God
that was fantastic," she said with a grin. Despite herself
Ingrid smiled.

"So you wanna be my girl?"

"Do you want me?"

"Hell yes,"

"Then you have your answer,"

"I do?"

"Hell yes," Cindy said in a passable imitation of Ingrid's
declaration. The ex-biker lit another cigarette and then
paused.

"Baby, why did you want to do it on the pool table?" she
asked. Cindy colored furiously and looked down, but raised
her head after a moment.

"I've always had this fantasy of being taken on the pool
table in a bar, with everybody watching. I know it will
never happen, but it was pretty easy to imagine in there,"
she said.

Ingrid smiled to herself. The Banditos were due in next week
on their way to the big bike club get together out in
California. She was sure Manny could arrange for a suitably
appreciative crowd, but also make sure there was a strict
hands off policy towards her girl. Her girl. Those two words
had never meant so much before.

Finis