Gorgeous Gambles

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I knew enough Swedish to order food and ask where the bathroom was, but that was about it. Luckily, most businesspeople in Sweden spoke at least some English. I had just completed a two-month job in the far north of the country. I’m still not sure how to spell or pronounce the name of the town. It seemed to have half a dozen K’s and another half a dozen V’s. I was looking forward to going home, but there was a blizzard and planes wouldn’t be flying for at least two days.

A local I had worked with suggested I check out the only entertainment spot in town, the tavern and pool hall. I walked the two blocks there and wasn’t surprised to see there were only four people at 10am on a Tuesday, including the bartender. Two elderly gents were sitting at the bar, chatting and slowly nursing their beers.

I turned and saw an astonishingly pretty blonde playing pool by herself. I ordered a beer and watched her for a little while. She wasn’t a bad player, but I knew I was better. She was college-aged, maybe 21 or 22. She waved for me to come over and introduced herself. She pointed at her nice cleavage and said, “Name Kirianna.” She pointed at me, “Name?”

“Michael.”

She asked, “You play? Bet?” I thought her strong accent was exotic and sexy. She put a fifty-Krona note on the edge of the table, which was worth about five dollars. I put another on top of it and racked up the balls. She only had one ball left when I won. We bet another fifty, and I let her win the second game. I was having a great time just watching her play, especially when she leaned over. When she was lining up a shot and her face was near the table, I could see down her top. I admired her big tits and light blue bra, which matched the color of her eyes. Despite the frosty weather outside, she wore a white tank top and tight jeans, which made it easy for me to admire her chest and the sexy shape of her butt as she made her shots. My arousal and the distraction of her nice face and body reduced my performance to the point where our games were about even.

We played for several hours, gradually increasing the stakes to 200 Krona a game. At the end of one game, I made a nearly miraculous shot, banking the cue ball around hers three times, and sinking the eight in a side pocket. I held my stick above my head and shouted, “Woo!”. She stuck her tongue out then laughed.

She asked, “You play good. Bet?” She put a thousand-Krona note on the table, about a hundred dollars. I took the bet, and barely won the next game. She looked upset. I was sad for her, instead of happy I had won.

She angrily put a five-thousand note on the table. “Think you so good?”

I asked, “Are you sure?” I didn’t know if she understood me, but she nodded. I decided I’d take it easy on her, and let her win, so we could keep playing.