She didn't have anything else to do. She was nineteen years old with louts for parents, no money to do anything interesting and nobody even remotely interesting to do it with. So here she was, in a run-down pool hall to serve the local under 21 crowd, no alcohol, hanging out with a couple of boys from high school and her two girlfriends.

About two hours in she was bored to tears when a new couple came that she had never seen before. The woman was a brunette, long raven black hair. The man seemed older and had a sense of power or confidence about him. They got their pool rack and headed for the very back of the hall three rows away. As they passed, she got a good look at the brunette, 'Raven', in her mind. She was very cute with a small button nose and small tits, but Tammi could see that 'Raven' wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were poking at the fabric of her white tank top. The brunette had long, bronzed beautiful legs and was wearing high heels that put just the right tension on her calf and thigh muscles. The most interesting thing about the woman

girl? She didn't look much older than Tammi herself

was that she was wearing a micro mini-skirt that just covered the black-haired girls rounded ass cheeks. Tammi couldn't believe the brazen manner in which Raven chose to dress herself. Tiny white tank top, no bra, and a mini-skirt that suggested more than it hid.

It was Tammi's turn to shoot and she turned her attention back to her own game of pool. It didn't seem as interesting as before. She shot and missed, and turned her attention back to the new couple. When she found them again, through the dimly lit pool hall, she couldn't help but be surprised. Raven was on her knees, at the corner of the table, while the strange man was setting up the rack. It was an obvious display of humility or obedience

subservience?

as there were chairs all around. Tammi couldn't help but wonder what kind of a person would do that in public, but Raven didn't seem concerned in the slightest. The stranger broke, sunk one ball, sunk another and then missed. It was Raven's turn. Tammi saw her get up, take a shot, make it, make another, then a third and then missed. Raven was good, Tammi could tell. As soon as she missed, Raven returned to her former position, on her knees. It was a hell of a sight.

It was Tammi's turn to shoot again; her team was trying to sink the eight ball to win the game. Winners kept playing. Tammi shot the ball, played the carom and scratched. Her team had lost. She sat out the next game while one of her girlfriends played, since there were five in her party altogether. Tammi turned her full attention to the couple three rows down.

The stranger was tall, 6'4" or so, dressed in jeans and denim shirt. He looked over 30. He was not a skinny tall either. Tammi found herself staring at him. What was it about this guy that had this Raven girl on her knees? They were near the end of their game. Raven was shooting at the eight ball to win the game, seemed to have an easy shot, but missed. The stranger sunk his remaining ball and then the eight to win the game. Tammi could just make him out to say 'That's one'. Raven, back on her knees, nodded and smiled. Weird!

Raven, the loser, did not reset the table. She stayed on her knees while the stranger set up the new game. Tammi couldn't pull her eyes away. The game progressed quickly, the stranger won again. They were much better at pool than her own group, which was barely halfway through their game. Again, Tammi could just make out the stranger to say 'Two.' Raven, on her knees as usual, smiled again. In the third game, Raven had to take a shot in which she was facing directly away from Tammi. Tammi could see, as Raven bent over the table to line up her shot, that the girl's micro mini-skirt rode up her ass to reveal the lower curve of her ass cheeks. Even in the dim light, Tammi thought she could make out the dull glint of gray chain metal dividing the young woman's ass cheeks. That sent a hot chill right into Tammi's own loins. She looked up and, transfixed, saw the stranger looking straight at her. He looked at her a moment longer and said something inaudible to Raven. Raven, about to take her shot stopped and bent over just a little more. Tammi looked briefly and there was no doubt that a length of chain was running through Raven's ass crack.

Tammi looked at the stranger again. He was still looking straight at her. He smiled and beckoned Tammi over. Unsure, but really not able to help herself, she slowly went over to their table. Raven, meanwhile, had shot and missed. As Tammi reached their table, Raven was returning to her customary position on her knees. The stranger never took his eyes off of Tammi as she came over to the table.

'Hi. I'm Xxxx. I couldn't but notice that you seemed interested in us,' said the stranger.

He had a sense about him that she couldn't pin down. At least she could put a name to his face. She didn't know what to say, but she was drawn to his control. He seemed completely at ease, with his girlfriend, on her knees, watching curiously, as he struck up a conversation with Tammi. Tammi looked at Raven, looked back at the stranger, and asked shyly, tentatively, on uncertain ground, 'What are you doing here?'

'We're determining what happens the rest of the night. She's playing to keep her strokes down, supposedly, and I'm playing to keep them up, definitely.'

'Strokes? What do you mean?' Tammi asked. But based on Raven's position, she was beginning to have an idea.

'If you want to see, why don't you come along with us? This is our last game,' he said. He turned to the kneeling woman. 'You don't mind, do you?' Raven looked back at him with an unreadable look, but without any disagreement.

"Yes. I'd like her to come along."

'There you have it,' he said, looking back at Tammi. Tammi blushed as the stranger bent over the table and quickly and efficiently ran the rest of the table. 'How many is that?' he said, looking at Raven. 'Three,' she answered quietly. She stayed kneeling as the stranger packed up the game and all three of them started making for the door. Tammi could hardly believe that she fell into step with Raven as the man paid for the games.

Her girlfriends started to come over from their game, but Tammi looked them away. She didn't want to break the spell. The two boys, who were also staring, were way too young, too inexperienced, to get involved. Tammi walked out with Raven and the man as he unlocked a 4-door sedan. Raven got in the front seat, Tammi got in the back. As soon as he pulled out of the parking lot, Raven reached over, unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, semi-rigid. She sank her mouth over it and began to quietly service him as he placed one hand on her head and continued to drive.

Tammi was excited and fearful at the same time. He stopped at a red light and looked back at Tammi. 'She and I have an unusual relationship. You look like you're interested, but I'm sure very nervous as well. You can leave any time, though - Just say, "I want to leave now."