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Mark Hoffman had no idea why he agreed to come to a bar with his co-apprentice, Amanda Young; it was one of those "hole in the wall" type of places where the beer was cheap, the food was greasy, and the smoke was hazy. It also housed three or four pool tables, and Amanda was itching to play; "Hurry up and drink your damn Miller Lite, Hoffman…I wanna play pool." Mark finished off the last of his French fries and last swallow of beer; "For all this pushing you are doing, you better have some skills, Young."
Amanda frowned; "I didn't say I had skills, I said I wanted to play." Mark rolled his eyes; "Ok, let's go." They made their way to the back room that had the pool tables and a few booths to sit in. Mark tapped the shoulder of their waitress; "Bring another pitcher of Miller Lite to the back room, please." The older woman nodded and made her way to the bar. Once in the back room, they were surprised to see the more private pool table free; "Looks like we got the prize table, Young." Amanda smirked and they walked to the pool table: the waitress brought the pitcher of Miller Lite, along with two clean beer mugs, and set it down on the single booth that was near the pool table.
Mark filled their mugs before they started the game; "Rack'em up, Young." Amanda went to rack the pool balls, and Mark laughed; "You're not doing it right…there's a certain way to do it." He leaned over and fixed the balls; "You start." Mark said as he drank his beer. Amanda put her beer mug down and positioned herself to make a shot…and missed. Mark set his beer mug down; "Why do you like this game so much if you don't know how to play?" Amanda shrugged; "I don't know…I just know I enjoy it." Mark frowned and positioned himself to make the starting shot, and succeeded; "You're the solid balls, Young…you do know the 8 Ball is last, right?"
Amanda gave him a cold look, but went to make a shot…and scratched; "Dammit." Mark snorted softly; "I should have bet on this game." He made the next shot without any issues; "Tell you what, I will help you with this next shot, Young…get positioned like you are going to shoot." Amanda got herself imposed on and Mark came up behind her, fitting himself to match her; he swallowed hard because he was smelling the shampoo she used in her hair…it was a green apple scent and, despite all the smoke, it permeated his nose. He shook his head and concentrated on the task; "Aim and don't pull back so much." Amanda made the shot with his help, which made her happy…Mark grinned slightly.
Mark then took his turn and then it was back to Amanda; "Can you help me again, Hoffman?" They positioned themselves for the shot, and Mark felt Amanda's shorts covered butt push against his crotch, which made him whimper softly. He focused again, and the co-apprentices made the shot. Amanda stood up and walked to get another drink of beer; Mark turned to get his drink and to get his body under control. Satisfied, Mark made his next shot; "Try this one on your own, Young." Amanda grinned and positioned herself…she did it this time; "OH!!" She said, excitedly. Mark grinned back; "Let's keep going."
They continued to play and Amanda was slowly getting the hang of shooting pool; they approached the last set of their respective balls and, of course, the 8 ball; "Looks like a difficult shot there, Young…you want me to set you?" She nodded and Mark walked over and made some adjustments, using his knee to spread her legs slightly; "Just like that." He said softly. Amanda heeded to his adjustment and Mark moved his hands up her arms slowly, fixing her hands on the stick; "You need to soften the grip a bit…don't hold it too tight." He said, almost in a whisper…Mark could kick himself because he knew everything he was saying was coming out sexual, but he couldn't stop.
Amanda followed his advice; she must not be picking up on his sexual overtones. Mark made one more slight adjustment; "Suck in your breath, aim your shot, blow out you breath, and let it go." He pulled away and went to get a drink of his beer; he was working himself up, a lot. He watched as Amanda did exactly what he said to do, and made the shot; "YAH!!" Mark smirked; "Good girl." It was suggestive, but again, he couldn't stop himself. They finished up the game, with Mark ultimately winning; he told Amanda he was going to the restroom, and when he came back, they would play again.
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Mark made his way to the men's restroom, which had two stalls and a sink in it; the stall door went down close to the floor, but was open on the top; Mark knocked at the first stall, and it was empty and thankfully clean. He closed the door to the stall and heard someone come in to enter the next stall. Finished with his business, Mark exited his stall and went to the sink to wash his hands. Satisfied, Mark went to exit the restroom, when he felt a hand grab him and pull him to the stall the stranger had entered…but it wasn't a stranger at all.
Mark fell back towards the toilet, but did not fall on it thankfully. He got his bearings and saw it was Amanda who had pulled him into the stall; "What are you doing?" He whispered in case someone would come. She didn't answer him, but instead pulled him into a hot kiss. Mark was still in a bit of shock, but slowly started to hungrily respond, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth; "I guess you picked up on my overtones." He said as he took a breath from kissing her. Amanda smirked; "That and you were rock hard against my ass, Hoffman:" He grinned and kissed her again, with her burying her tongue deep in his mouth this time.
They continued kissing for a bit until Amanda pushed Mark down on the toilet…thankfully it was clean inside; he would rather be doing this somewhere a lot more sanitary, but he felt he needed to "strike while the iron was hot." He watched as Amanda removed her shorts and underwear, and hung them up on the door hook. She walked towards him and pulled Mark's face into her core. He placed his hands on Amanda's rear to steady her and began licking wildly. He watched her bite her hand to keep from yelling out; Mark smirked and began sucking Amanda's core as well…he hoped that no one came into the next stall or knocked on the door of the stall they were in.
Mark looked up again and saw Amanda open her mouth in a silent scream and he felt warmth engulf his face; he pulled away and smiled, standing up as he did so. Amanda grabbed him and pushed him to the stall door, kissing him as she did so; Mark adjusted his arm so he didn't hit the door hook. Amanda pulled away, and Mark could see some of her wetness on her face; "Delicious." He said quietly as he watched her reach for his pants and unbutton, pulling them down slightly; "Move your feet forward a bit, Hoffman." Amanda said in a whisper. He did as she requested and she sank to the ground, placing her knees lightly on his feet with his shoes keeping her from touching the restroom floor.
"Smart girl," Mark said and grinned down at her; Amanda smiled and took him in her mouth. He tilted his head back and bit the inside of his mouth to keep from moaning out. Suddenly, Mark heard the restroom door open; he made sure the stall door was locked; 'Please don't knock.' He thought as he heard footsteps. Amanda never stopped her ministrations, which made it hard for Mark to concentrate on the person inside the restroom. He turns on the water from the sink and then off. The person exited the restroom; Mark breathed a sigh of relief and went back to concentrating on something way more important; "Naughty whore." He whispered as Amanda hummed in agreement; Mark smirked…this was fun.
Mark could feel himself getting close at times, so he made his co-apprentice stop; he pulled her up and held his finger to his lips. He scooted Amanda out of the way and sat back down on the toilet, getting his wallet out as he did so. Mark pulled out a condom and put it on; he barely had time to put his wallet back in his pocket before Amanda was on him, lowering herself down slowly; "Shit." She said as she tried quietly to adjust herself to his size; Mark grinned; "Big enough for you, Mandy?" He was trying to sound full of himself, but she was so tight that he feared it might be over in under a minute. Amanda smirked; "You gonna blow quick, Detective?" He returned the smirk and pushed up inside her; "Shut up."
The two established a good rhythm, and Amanda started biting down on Mark's shoulder at times to keep herself quiet; Mark answered by lifting her shirt and bra, and pushing his face to her breasts. He mostly rested his face in the middle of her chest to keep his moans quiet, but occasionally applied his mouth, teeth, and tongue to her taut nipples…this action caused Amanda to bite her shoulder harder; "I'm gonna have teeth marks in my shoulder, Young." Mark panted out softly. Amanda snorted quietly; "Like you care." He grinned and pushed up even harder…he watched Amanda place her fingers on her apex; "Mmm, make yourself come, Mandy." Mark whispered as he increased his upward thrusts even more.
Amanda grabbed Mark's head with her free hand and brought her mouth up to his, deeply kissing him as she reached her climax, his mouth swallowing up her moans. She kept her mouth on his as he climaxed hard, and she swallowed his moans in return. Amanda let go of his head and the two caught their breath, exchanged a few light kisses in the process; "We need to get going." Amanda whispered. She got off of Mark and put her shorts and underwear back on; Mark discarded the condom in the toilet, then pulled up and buttoned his pants, making sure his wallet was in his pocket. He was preparing to flush the toilet when he heard someone running quickly into the restroom and the next stall.
Whoever was next to them started puking their guts out; Amanda shot Mark a disgusted look, which Mark agreed with; "Couldn't have timed that better." He said as the person continued to throw up loudly. Mark flushed the toilet and opened the stall door; the Jigsaw apprentices quickly made their exit from the restroom and went to the bar to pay the tab.
Shooting pool tonight was fun indeed.