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Dancing

... gonna do this? The pool, I mean. Jack asked still miffed about it.

That was part of the deal. Sandy sat with a large posted board divided into to vertical and horizontal grids. One team she listed on top and the other team written neatly to the side. Sandy sat entering scores guided by the newspaper in front of her.

You agreed to it. You can still cancel the deal. I dont have to stay here, you know. I can always visit Penny until later.

Eight or ten. I am not sure really. Jack sat down with a thud.

They know the rules, right? No one get to stay for half time unless they buy at least one square, right? Sandy stopped to look at Jack. Right?

Yeah. They know.

And you? You have your $100? Sandy asked frankly. Time to pay up, Jack. Jack opened his wallet tossing the bill in front of her. Sandy posted the pool at the entry with a small jar, the buy-in, and a marker to write their names.

It was noon. She had another two and a half hours to finish the deli plate and dips. They had arranged the TV area to accommodate her performance as well as Jacks guests.

2:30 PM. It was time for Sandy to dress. Jack had yet to see her costume. Sandy closed the door behind her as she entered their bedroom. She took time to freshen up, wash herself with a damp cloth, powder, and perfume, make-up and stuff. She changed taking special care with each piece of her outfit. She stood to the mirror. Sandy liked the sexy image staring back at her. She heard voices two or three had ...

... already arrived. It was Game Day and she was ready kind of. Anxious about dancing, stripping, for strangers and then to pool too.

Here goes girl Taking a deep breath Sandy opened the door.

Who wants a beer? She asked striding to the center of the room in front of the pre-game TV nonsense.

Wow. Blurted one, the other man gasped. Ill take one. Sandy smiled at Jack who stood with his mouth gaping wide. She strode to the entry. Nothing.

Jack dont forget the game pool. She touted walking to the kitchen.

Thats right! Wheres the pool, Jack? One of them asked.

In the entry. Jack said with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. Both went to the entry. They paused reading:

$20 buy-in. One square each until everyone has a square then you may buy as many as you wish at $20 each. Those not participating must leave before half-time.

The pool was 10x10 marked off at scores of threes and sevens. That was easy. Forty dollars found the jar as each man made his fist pick. Sandy did not expect to sell all the squares but she did hope for a majority.

One by one they arrived eightten eleven by game time. The board was better than half sold before the game began. Sandy was busy. Busy with roaming hands, beer, chips, delis, and more roaming hands. It had become too much to fend off by game time she just left their hands to their adventure, besides Sandy felt her body responding to the attentions. Her pussy was warm and damp at kick-off. She took her leave to freshen up from the ...