Be My Bad Boy

I hit the white ball so it skimmed our balls and hit one of theirs, giving them two shots.
Andy raised his eyebrow but didn't say anything. The short, fat thug sidled up to Andy, blowing his stinky breath on him.

"You shoulda taught your woman better."
He held out his hand for the cue. He had rolled up the sleeves on his t-shirt to show his tats but they seemed so tame compared to the homemade "love" and "hate" on this guy’s hand. They looked like the type of tattoos you'd do while you had time to kill. In jail.
When Andy had his shot, his stupid ego took hold and he sunk two balls. The walls moved in even closer. There was no way we'd be getting out of there alive. Even less chance if we actually won the game. They'd beat us up and then take the money anyway. I'd rather just hand them the money and skip the physical pain.

The tall guy moved over and hovered near me. My hands went all clammy and I was glad it wasn't my shot. He reached over and squeezed my ass. I jumped away but he just laughed.
"I shoulda bet for this one insteada money. You don't wanna throw her into the deal as well do ya?"
The hairs on the nape of my neck bristled. I reached out for my beer and moved out of his grasp.
Andy shook his head. "She's not on offer, sorry."
As the thug took his shot, Andy gestured to me. I had no idea what his wild hand signals meant. I nodded my head towards the front bar and hoped he'd be ready to flee when I did.
"Your shot, darlin"
The thug moved towards me like he planned to grope me again. Andy moved towards the doorway. That gave me hope that he'd show some sense. He reached over to whisper in my ear.
"I don't have any cash on me."
Fuck.

If I messed up this shot, we'd be in the shit.
With no money to pay them, the thugs would skin us alive. If I won the game for us, they'd beat us and probably skin us alive anyway. The only option was to flee.
I leaned across the table, keeping my eyes on the thugs then aimed straight at the black ball, getting it in the side pocket.
"Our game," said the shorter one. He looked at me, licking his lips.

"Back in a sec, must be my shout," I said. I strode to the bar, like I had every intention of returning. Andy waited in the bar. He saw me, grabbed my hand and we fled from the bar. I thought he'd run back to his car but once he started running, he kept going. We ran down the cobblestoned laneway behind the bar, crisscrossing through the connecting streets. He dragged me along by hand, forgetting I wore heels that got caught between the stones. Every time I stumbled, he jerked me up. The pain shot up my side but I kept running, figuring it was better to put with it than to let those thugs catch us. “Are they following us?" I panted when we finally stopped.
"I don't think so. We've got a far bit of distance behind us and they didn't look very fit."
I bent over, trying to get my breath back. He put his arm around me.
"Are you okay? I forgot about the accident earlier."
"Oh yeah, thanks for that. Saving my life and all that."
"You probably wouldn't have died. You might have just had some brain injury or something. Nothing you'd notice much."

I punched him on the arm.
I steadied myself and leaned against the stone wall. My chest heaved, each deep breath making my breasts rise and fall.
"How are we going to find our way back to the car?"
Now I’d stopped running, all the pain flooded my body. The burning in my calves, the blisters on heels and the dull ache in my side. Then I noticed him staring at me.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." But he didn’t take his gaze from mine then he reached over and brushed my hair back from my face.
I gulped then we both laughed.
Then the laughter disappeared from his eyes, replaced with the same look he'd given me during filming. I couldn't meet that look, figuring it would drown me. It churned my stomach and heated my body.
I giggled nervously as the heat from my body settled between my legs.
He grabbed my wrists and drew my hands over my head. A shudder went through me from the tips of my fingers right down to my feet. I struggled to break free from his grip but he held me so tight I knew it was pointless and I knew the look in my eyes was telling him "yes" even while I tried to break free of him.

Notes

And we all know the next chapter is gonna go down -wiggles eyebrows-'


It's gonna get all SEXy in there