>>1647500Fourth ball, corner pocket. Sierra was a hustler born. That was just her pen name, of course. It just wasn't very bright to go about flaunting your true name in the clubs and venues she frequented.
Hey, a girl had to make her cash somehow. It just so happened that billiards happened to be one of her knacks. It was so easy to charm opponents into a game. Feign ignorance, ask silly questions, innocently offer to join a game... then decimate the competition.
The Cheong-sam was just an extra tool in her arsenal. It was exotic enough to be enticing, yet classy enough to be elegant. It had the unfortunate side effect of drawing attention to her slender legs when she sat up to take her shot, but Sierra doubted anyone cared.
Okay, so maybe the glimpse of black-lace underwear her position showed off was pushing it a little... but she was almost done, and that dive was mostly empty anyway.
Sheesh, the chest of the tight dress was getting on her nerves. It hadn't allowed her to wear a bra, so that aspect of the silk garment also had a way of highlighting certain... features.
Just take the shot, girl. Right, right. She gave a confident smile to the man waiting by the wall with the pool cue, reveling in the growing look of worry on his face. It was dawning on him how well she'd played him, it always happened eventually.
Three more shots, she'd take her winnings, and be on her merry way. Sierra leaned into the table, curled her leg up towards her elbow and...
Whack. The cue ball struck home with perfect precision, and sent the four ball spiraling into the pocket of choice.
Two ball, side pocket. She climbed down from the table and leaned over to align her cue with the blue sphere. Could probably nail that other one too. Sierra shifted her weight back, lowered her body over the table... and just as she lined up her arms for the shot, both her and and the man waiting nervously for a turn observed the clear result of her dress' collar fastenings coming apart.