Stiff Competition

Stiff Competition

By Richard Bacula

I do the usual thing that guys do; I spend a lot of time at the bars, trying to get laid. I don't have a lot of money, and I'm no movie star when it comes to my looks, so usually I just do okay.

One time, though--just one time--I did great.

I ended up playing pool with two girls, a blonde and a brunette. They were friends or something, and they were taking turns trying to beat me, but I was better than both of them combined. Pool is one thing I'm pretty good at.

Anyway, after the blonde lost the first game, the brunette's turn came up and she started getting flirty, trying to distract me the way that girls do. She'd lean real far over the table, giving me glimpses down the front of her low-cut tank-top, and she'd drop the chalk, bend over real low to pick it back up. That sort of thing.

Then the blonde's turn comes up, and she does the same thing, only she kicks it up a notch. This goes on for a few games, and they get into this weird competition over who can flirt the most outrageously. That's when I start to understand that these girls have some kind of rivalry going, and I'm caught in the middle of it. That's fine with me, because I'd always wanted to end up between two girls, if you get my meaning, and this seemed like a...