That's what all the sexy blonde
hustlers say."
Cade made the four on the break and made another five balls before a bad
leave put the cue ball behind three of her stripes. His attempted jump shot made
the seven ball, but the cue ball followed it into the pocket.
Mandi grinned as she stepped up to the table. One after another she rather
elegantly pocketed all of her striped balls, including one that involved a long,
almost right-angle cut to reach a distant corner pocket.
When only the eight ball remained, she eyed the six-inch shot and smilingly
asked, "Want to concede the game?"
Shaking his head, Cade said, "Nope. Work for it, lady."
With a chuckle, Mandi popped the eight into the pocket. The two guys who'd
been watching from a nearby table had come to stand by Cade.
"Man, she flat kicked your ass," said one of them.
"I think she got lucky on the fourteen," said the other guy.
"Yeah?" asked Cade. "Put your quarters up. You just volunteered to be her
next victim."
The guy nodded and reached in his pocket, then fed the table as the other
guy introduced himself as Mike and the other guy as Stan, then put his name on
the chalkboard for the next game.
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