Chapter 146

“Ok, lets make it best out of three.” Stace looked quite desperate and Richie was enjoying the hell out of it.

“Sure baby, whatever blows your hair back.”

The guys had too much to drink, but they kicked the girls’ butts.

Cheyenne’s leaned forward to break..just as she aimed Jon, pressed himself into her ass. The shot was a total waste..

‘Hey…no fair..”

“All is fair in love and war baby…”

Just wait Bon Jovi you will get your own medicine back…

Richie was next and almost cleaned the table.

“OOOH shit..we’re so screwed Chey it’s not even funny.”

Stacey managed to get one ball in, Jon and Richie only snickered.

“Not good enough, honey..” She flipped Richie the bird.

“Ooh getting feisty, I like my woman feisty..”

It was Jon’s turn to shoot. Cheyenne moved behind him without him noticing. Just as he pulled back to shoot, she ran her hands over his ass, pinching softly.

He gasped and lost the shot.

Stacey cheered.

“No fair Chey…”

“Sorry Rich honey, but you guys play dirty…so can we.”

Jon turned around and whispered in her ear.

“I know about something else we can do on this table..”

“I was thinking the same thing…”

The girls tried their best, but the guys had too much experience.

“Well, now to think of something…ummm”

“Oh I got it….’ Jon’s eyes were glittering dangerously.

‘Ok, spill it bro’ give me an idea…”

“You remember that package I sent to you when you visited Stacy? That’s what I want you to wear when you give me my private dance….”

Stacey gaped.. ”Sorry, Sambora no matter how damn sexy you are…there’s no fucking way I’ll be doing a private dance for you…NO WAY. So you better get your own idea”

“Well I had something better in mind it….”

“Come lets leave these two love birds so Cheyenne can get on with her dance.” He winked at her.

Cheyenne walked over to Richie and whispered in his ear.

‘Oh sure honey, wish I was here for the show..” He grinned at her.

“I’ll be back just now.” Richie disappeared with a very stressed out Stacey.

“What did you ask Richie?”

“Oh you’ll see”

“You wait here cowboy, get a player ready. I’ll need some music, and you better turn the lights down low.”

The promise in Cheyenne’s eyes gave him an instant hard on.

“I’ll be waitin’, sweetheart.”