Pool of Lies — By Amber Ghe
On June 25th, Amber Ghe returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.
“You win,” I said grudgingly, extending my hand for a handshake. This time Nine accepted it with a satisfied smile and thanked me for the game. Our eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.
“Strip pool,” she said suddenly, breaking the intense silence. I couldn’t help but smirk as my expression altered from shock to disbelief.
“You can’t be serious,” I scoffed, shaking my head in doubt, not even attempting to hide the disbelief in my voice.
“I’m dead serious,” she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye that hinted at her intentions. “If you can beat me at this game, you can choose the stakes for our next match.”
I hesitated for a moment before finally agreeing to the challenge. I knew exactly what she was up to; she wanted me to risk everything and lose it all on one bet. Reluctantly I racked up the balls on the pool table and prepared myself for an intense game of expertise.
Nine smirked as she lined up her shot on the pool table. “Looks like your luck is running out, Bank Shot Jones,” she taunted me playfully.
I scoffed, “Don’t get too ahead of yourself. It’s only a matter of time before I turn this game around and strip you down to your bra and panties.”
Nine snickered, “In your dreams, rich boy. I’ve been hustling pool games since before you were born.”
I licked my lips, “Is that a fact? Well, let’s see if you can back up that big mouth of yours.”
We continued to play. Tension rises with every missed shot and successful sink. I could feel the heat between us as we locked eyes over the table; each of us determined to win.
“You’re not as good as you think,” I quipped, trying to throw her off. “Maybe you should stick to playing with the amateurs,” I said in a low aggressive tone.
Nine just smiled, “I’ll have you know I’ve beaten some of the best players in the world. You’re not impressing anyone.”
My eyes narrowed, “Is that a challenge?”
Nine shrugged, “Maybe. But you’ll have to beat me before you can talk trash.”
As the game continued, the stakes grew higher, and the clothing started to come off. I tried to concentrate on my shots, but my mind drifted to the feel of Nine staring at me with amusement written all over her face. Nine leaned into the table as I slowly peeled off my shirt. I sighed.
“This isn’t fair,” I grumbled as I slipped out of my pants. “You’ve clearly done this before.”
Nine grinned as she straddled the pool table, “Don’t hate the hustler, baby,” she said, showing off a playful wink.
As we took turns shooting and sinking the balls into the pockets, I was increasingly frustrated as my shots kept missing their mark or falling short of their intended target.
With one flawless shot, she sank three consecutive balls without missing, including two into opposite corner pockets! My eyes widened in surprise as I realized what had just happened. She’d outplayed me again. This time, however, there were no excuses; she had beaten me fair and square.
As Nine racked up the final ball on the table, I couldn’t believe what had happened. I had lost to her in strip pool, and now I even had to take off my socks. But as I peeled them off, I was entirely absorbed in something else.
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