We walked in and got a set of balls and took table number 16, at the very far right corner of the pool hall, where just next to it and on table number...15, there were two girls playing a game.One of them was in the middle of taking a shot, and the other one was Rochelle. She was sitting down peacefully sipping on on a glass of what I found out later to have been Pineapple juice. For about a half hour or so, Douglas and I were very focused on our game being the advanced pool players that we. I was in your bed still wearing the same clothes I wore to the club the night before. You probably just dropped me on your bed after we got back to your place and left me to sleep off the gallon or so of alcohol that I consumed last night. I listened to the sound of you making breakfast in the kitchen and probably setting the table for two. We aren't really close friends, but we'd worked together for almost two years now and we have a cordial flirtation between us whenever we were around each. ’ Peter reddened and spluttered a denial – but Ted, ignoring him, continued. ‘Oh, don’t deny it. We’re not blind. Everyone knows it but you.’ ‘How did you get on last night?’ Bob leered, wanting a running commentary on Peter’s progress. Then without waiting for an answer, added, ‘No wonder you’ve got a spring in your step.’ ‘Peter was far too drunk. Even a fool like you should know that,’ Ted firmly closed the subject. ‘I’d like you three ruffians to meet a new club member,’ The President took. I wore a nice pair of tight low rise shorts such that when I bend down he would be able to get a glimpse of my matching sheer lace thong. I wanted you revved up so that by the time we landed you would want to pounce on me. I caught you peeking down my top and down my back at my thong several times. It was working. We get to the hotel and I wanted to tease you a little more. We kiss a little and then you lift my top off and caresses my breasts through the sheer lace material - sucking on.