Chapter 2: Building Tension
After a bit more drinking and a lot more teasing and flirting from Amy, Jerome suggests "Let's play some pool and to make it a bit more interesting: If we win, we get to decide what Amy wears for the rest of the night. If you guys win, we'll give you a hundred bucks." grinning at his friend. "You and Amy against Brad and me. " Tim hesitated, his brow furrowing in concentration. "I don't know, man. I'm not really in the mood for pool right now.", not wanting to allow brad and jerome to choose what his girlfriend must wear. Amy, however, was already moving towards the table, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. "Oh, come on, Tim. It'll be fun!" she coaxed, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes. Tim sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Alright, fine. We'll play," Tim conceded. Amy lean over the pool table, her round, firm ass in the air as she took her shot. Brad and Jerome exchanged a glance, both of them clearly enjoying the view. Brad sauntered over to the table, his blonde hair falling in his eyes as he lined up his shot. Brad and Jerome Play as good as never. They make their shots, and continue to move ahead in the game. Amy misses shot after shot on purpose, bending over to show off her massive plumb ass to Brad and Jerome. Tim watches, his anger rising as she continues to play poorly. Tim: "What the hell are you doing, Amy? You're missing on purpose!" Amy: "Oh, come on, Tim. It's just a game. I'm just Not good at pool" Tim: "Not good? Your Missing every shot!"Amy: "I already said im a little drunk" Amy ignored tim and continued playing and teasing. Amy winked at Brad and Jerome, who both chuckled. As the game went on, Amy's teasing became more and more obvious. She leaned over the table, giving Brad and Jerome a clear view down her shirt. She licked her lips suggestively as she took her shots. She even went so far as to brush up against them as she walked past, making sure to press her body against theirs. Finally, Brad and Jerome won the game. Amy had missed her last shot on purpose, giving them the victory. Brad: "Nice game, Amy. You really let us win." He said with a smile on his face. Amy: "I just wanted to make it more interesting." She replied with a wink. Jerome: "Well, since we won, that means we get to decide what you wear for the rest of the night." Tim: "Do you really have to do that?" Amy: "Oh, come on, Tim. It just a little friendly competition. And besides, I'm sure Brad and Jerome pick out a reasonable outfit. Don't be a spoilsport. Maybe THEY know how to dress a hot woman. I'm sure they make a better choice than making me wear a hoodie and sweatpants" Tim was clearly offended and started protesting, but Amy just laughed and blew him a kiss. " Looks like you guys get to choose what I'm gonna wear," she said, "But don't worry, Tim. I'll make it worth your while later." Jerome rubbed his hands together. "Alright then, let's see what we've got here." He looked over at Amy, his gaze lingering on her curves. "I think we'll go with something a little more... revealing," he said with a wink.
Amy, who had been watching the interaction with a mischievous smile on her face, turned and sashayed towards the bedroom, her hips swaying provocatively. Jerome and Brad followed close behind, their eyes glued to her curves. Tim, who had been watching the scene unfold with a mixture of shock and arousal, tried to follow them into the bedroom, but Jerome stopped him with a firm hand on his chest.
"Not so fast, Tim," Jerome said, his voice low and commanding. "We're going to surprise you with Amy's outfit. You'll see her soon enough."
Tim protested, but Jerome was insistent. "Trust us, Tim. You're going to love it."
With a resigned sigh, Tim allowed himself to be pushed down onto the couch.
Jerome handed him another beer and then closed the door to the bedroom.
Tim sat on the couch, sipping his beer and listening to the muffled sounds coming from the bedroom. At first, he thought it was just the sound of drawers being opened and closed as Brad and Jerome helped Amy change. But as the minutes passed, the sounds became more muffled and rhythmic. Tim tried to ignore them, but they were too loud to be ignored. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on in there.
"What the hell are they doing in there? It sounds like they're moving furniture around." Tim thought.