I had seven in a row and my palms were sweaty as I contemplated my first ever 300 game. In the eighth frame I knew as soon as I released the ball that...I was fucked. I had hit one board to the left of my spot and as I stood there and watched I thought oh well, maybe next time. But the God's were still smiling down on me. The ball came in on the Brooklyn side of the head pin, I got good pin action and all of those puppies went down. I began to think I could do no wrong. The ninth frame was. She wasn't even halfway back to the bar when guys showed up asking us to dance.I couldn't speak for the others, but I was feeling pretty mellow from the drinks and the male attention I got at the Starlight and when the guy I was dancing with pulled me in close I molded myself to him. I wasn't teasing him; he was the one who pulled me tight and if he got himself worked up it was no concern of mine. Granted, I wasn't pushing him away, but I wasn't leading him on either. He didn't know it, but all. Being self-conscious about my body, I grabbed the towel and went to go see who it was. To my surprise it was Emily, one of the cheerleader captains. Emily is absolutely stunning. She’s actually what a stereotype cheerleader looks like. She had bright blue eyes and blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders. Emily was probably a C cup and had a lovely toned stomach and tight ass. She had a bag with her and headphones in. She walked over to a bench and put her bag down, giving me a good look up. I pretended I didn't notice anything. “What, her? How does she pay for that?”“If she has the money, she can pay for it! Who cares...money is money! Maybe she won the lottery? Wanna hear the craziest part?”He looked at Nick and crossed his arms. “What?”Nick laughed loud again. “I just sold the Desmo to her! Pay up, punk!”He looked surprised, and almost fell backwards. “Get the fuck out of here! Are you joking me?”“You owe me 1000 bucks! So, can I please have the papers for her father's bike?”He.