Taken by Bikers(4)By: Meg Jackson
“Okay, here I go!” I said, moving around the table and setting up my shot. I leaned over, lining up my cue. Glancing up, I noticed the stranger’s eyes on my body and felt a mixture of disgust and excitement. I arched my back slightly, giving in to the excitement, and took my shot. It went nowhere near the pocket I’d been aiming for, but hit one of Brian’s balls into the corner.
“Damn!” I said, straightening up. The stranger chuckled. Brian busied himself with chalking his cue. I could tell he was a little nervous about the situation, but I was less nervous than ever. I had talked to a biker guy, and nothing bad had happened! He seemed nice, in fact, and so what if he was checking me out? It’s not like any other guy wouldn’t have done the same.
“I’m not very good,” I said sheepishly, clutching my cue to myself.
“Cash!” someone yelled from across the bar. The stranger looked up in the direction the voice had come from and lifted his hand in acknowledgement. Before turning to leave, he caught my eye again.
“It’s all about angles. That’s all there is to pool, teacup,” he said, his low voice seeming to be full of knowledge and experience. He turned away and made his way across the bar towards a group of men playing cards at a far table. I watched him walk away, admiring his purposeful stride and the way everyone in the bar seemed to want his attention.
“Sorry, babe, was he bothering you?” Brian asked, calling my attention back. He looked ashamed and kind of beaten, even though nothing had even happened.
“Not at all. He was just giving me advice,” I said, shaking my head. I took another big gulp of my drink and walked over to Brian, snaking my arm around his torso and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He beamed down at me. I glanced towards the direction Cash had gone and saw him looking at me, studying me, almost like he was targeting me. I shivered slightly.
“Cold?” Brian asked.
“No, no, it’s fine. Take your shot, baby,” I said, smiling up at him but unable to erase the feeling of the stranger’s eyes on me.
We played a few games of pool, and I drank probably a few too many whiskey gingers, before Brian asked if I wanted to get some fresh air. I very much did. No one else had come up to talk to us, and I was getting bored of pool. We made our way to the door and took a seat on a bench set up next to some ashtrays.
We were alone, and Brian put his arm around me, pulling me close. We stayed like that for a moment, then I felt Brian’s hand creeping down towards my breast. He lowered his face to mine and began kissing me. It felt good, so I didn’t stop him, even though somewhere in the back of my mind I felt nervous that someone would come out and see us.
Brian’s hand kept moving down, and I tried to push it away. Kissing in public was one thing, but I didn’t want anyone coming out and seeing Brian feeling me up. Brian was persistent, though, and just kept trying to reach my breasts. Eventually I pulled away from the kiss and looked at him petulantly.
“We’re not in your bedroom, you know,” I said.
“C’mon, baby, no one is coming out, and you just look so good. Just a little?” Brian begged. I guess all those whiskey sours really had gone to my head, because I gave in and leaned back in to kiss him again. I felt his hand pawing at my breast through my shirt, grabbing at it and kneading it. It just felt like pressure, like always, so I just let it happen.
Brian had his other hand on my thigh and I felt it starting to creep up. I put my hand on his to stop it, but he kept going. I tried to pull back but his grip on me was strong and I couldn’t get far enough away. His hand was on my panties now, probing, and as much as I tried to squirm away or push his hand, I couldn’t. I pulled my mouth off his.