This all began when I was sitting in traffic with every asshole in the city.  I didn’t want anything special.  All I wanted to do was just go home.

So, I found myself sharing the road with every vehicularly challenged self-righteous jack-off that walked the face of the earth at the same time.  There they were, these obtuse deleted deletes all maneuvering for the pole position as if they were wannabe professional race car drivers.  Well, it is safe to say, the racing circuit is in no danger of these idiots joining them.  In fact, they all qualify as contestants in the “Fucktard 500.”  I was so angry with everybody around me, I didn’t know whether to shit or go blind.

Suddenly, I began to feel disoriented.  I thought it would be prudent to pull over and clear my head to prevent an accident.  This is when I felt a little dizzy and temporarily lost my sight.  I felt a rather harsh cold breeze rush past me and I was drifting without control or direction.

After what appeared to be an eternity, the spinning dissipated and I opened my eyes.  I felt nothing but gratitude that my vision had been restored.

So, there I was, in the dark back corner of a lightly smoke-filled pool hall.  I guess this means I am here to play pool.  This sure beats the rush-hour traffic of Asshole Central.

A well-dressed attendant acknowledged me and tipped his hat.  With a genuine and reserved smile, he said, “We are ready for you sir.”

I had no idea what or who was ready for me, so I just politely said, “Thank you.”

I turned around and looked at my surroundings assessing my situation.  As I looked back, the attendant was gone as if he had vanished into thin air.

Without prior knowledge, I quickly understood that this is a place where your name is not known, nor does anyone want to know it.  Here, I am somebody else.  I do not exist, except here.  I am the person I can't be in the professional world. 

Somehow, I instantly acquired the knowledge that this is also the place where my erotic fantasies can be acted upon with memorable results.  Ok?  I also understand the games played here are called "Dirty Pool."

My name is Andrew.  I do not know why I am here, but I feel there has to be some underlying purpose for my appearance in this establishment.

I notice that the uniform I was wearing was replaced with a nice black coat and tie with black pants. A black sealed protective case that contained my personal cue stick was nestled under my arm.  I felt as good as I looked while experiencing a level of confidence that is foreign to me.

While I was attempting to relax, I elected to indulge in a bourbon on the rocks and a fine cigar of Cuban vintage.  The drink and pre-cut cigar were waiting for me, sitting on a smaller table next to the pool table.  To my surprise, a stainless-steel lighter appeared in my pocket.  Damn, I am beginning to like this place.

With care, I removed my personal cue-stick from its case.  It was made of a very light wood on the top half while the lower was a beautiful shade of dark green.  There was a very shiny clear coat on the entire stick.  I named my cue-stick “Verde”, which is Spanish for green.

I then racked the balls and began practicing and honing my skills.  However, I was feeling something very strange as if I were not alone.  I had this premonition that my thoughts and feelings were being evaluated.

Additionally, I was experiencing a rather odd and undefined twinge that was emanating from within.  I cannot explain what this was, but it continued to build slowly for the last thirty minutes.  And yet, I was at a loss for words.

As I took a light sip from my glass, I saw her out of the corner of my eye.  She was near.  I asked myself, "How did she get so close to me unseen?"  It was as if this wanting angel appeared out of thin air.

As I peered into her hungry eyes, it became obvious to me that she had that same empty feeling emanating from within.  She looked lonely.  Without words, she spoke volumes to me.  She was missing that excitement, that erotic desire that one cannot achieve.

Our eyes met followed by a calm silence.  I then asked her if she had a name, a name that is safe to use.  The silence continued while we looked into each other’s eyes.

I had this burning feeling that there was something incredibly familiar about this woman.  It was as if we knew each other, but I could not put my finger on it.  However, I did know that for some reason, I felt comfortable.

I interrupted our long and inquisitive pause, "I am Andrew, and I think we can call you Jennifer."

I had no idea who Jennifer was, but it was a pretty name and it sounded good to me.

She responded with, "Yes…I am Jennifer."  "Pool, Andrew?"

We played "eight-ball" for several hours while enjoying each other's company.  We conversed without much superfluous verbal communication.  It was as if we were

communicating telepathically and speaking some unknown lost language that only “We” understood.  This magnificent woman was drawing one hundred percent of my undivided attention.

I found it rather odd that there was no alcohol consumed between us.  There was no need.

She occasionally brushed up past me when she was preparing for a shot.  Her scent was subtle, at the same time, it was intoxicating.   If she was wearing perfume, it was so faint it might as well have not existed.

Although vague, her scent was still alluring.  I could not put my finger on it, but it captivated me.

Additionally, she had the most beautiful grey eyes.  One may have concluded that this color could sound boring.  However, they were absolutely fascinating to me.  They looked lonely while filled with an unfulfilled yearning desire at the same time.

She was wearing a red satin blouse that was tight around her neck and open underneath, displaying a teardrop area between her well-endowed breasts.  I think they call this a "peekaboo."

She also wore a black skirt that was slightly above her knees.  This was not some trashy miniskirt.  It was classy and riveting to me.

She followed up with black heels.  They were not four-inch-high, they were just enough to grab my attention and draw my interest to her amazing calves.

We engaged in billiards for several hours while it appeared that time was no longer being measured in a linear fashion.  Time stood still, and there was no concept of duration.

After a multitude of games, Jennifer was losing.  She was losing badly.  She said she had no way to pay her debt.

She looked exasperated and said she had never been in this position before.  She also said that she does not go out and play billiards out of the blue, much less creating an unpayable gambling debt.

It is odd that I do not remember discussing such terms or debts.  I guess it was discussed telepathically.   Nevertheless, it is apparent that she is becoming my fantasy, so I will play it out as it naturally progresses.

Jennifer sat in a folding chair next to the pool table.  Without a thought, I said, "I think we may be able to come up with an easy way out of this."

What was I thinking?  I never talk to ladies this way.  However, this time, it was going to be different while still maintaining a level of respect.

Jennifer sheepishly smiled and said, "What do you have in mind?"

With a soft and smug smile, I asked in an almost whisper, “May I please see your legs?”

Jennifer nodded and slowly lifted up her skirt.  Even quieter, I then asked, “Would you please spread your legs a little further?”

Jennifer instantly complied by spreading her legs enough for me to see between her knees.  The inside of her lower thighs looked so appealing while the bend in the back of her knees appeared to be calling my name.

Jennifer was cognizant of the fact that she had my complete undivided attention.  It was obvious that my cock was beginning to pump full of blood making me very excited and hard.

She asked me, “Do you like what you see?”

I responded with, “Yes, I love it.”  Still, at a whisper level, I then asked, “Would you be so kind as to slide your skirt up further and show me the inside of your thighs?”

Jennifer just smiled and raised her skirt up further.  I was able to see her ankles up to the inside of her upper thighs.  Her skirt was just below (barely covering) her pussy.  Her legs were absolutely magnificent.  She had those type of legs that I just wanted to lick and nibble on all over.

I asked her, “Would you be ok with me touching your legs?”

Jennifer said, “If that will give you pleasure, I would be glad to pay off my debt in that fashion.”

I nodded and gently ran my fingers and the back of my hand up and down the inside of her legs.  I gave a light squeeze caressing every square inch.  As I ran the back of my hand up the inside of her thighs, I brushed the back of my pointer and middle fingers across her lips over her panties.  To my surprise, she was not wearing any panties at all.

I quickly added a little pressure and slid my fingers through her lips feeling a very small bit of the inside of her pussy.  She was so warm and wet she left a noticeable amount of moisture on my fingertips.

 At this point, I looked at Jenifer in the eyes and softly inquired, “With your permission?”

With a smile, Jennifer closed her eyes and quietly said, “You have it.”

I then slowly inserted two of my fingers inside of her sliding them up as far as I could go.  I could not believe how soft and tight she was at the same time.

My fingers were inside of her for some unmeasured amount of time.  Again, time stood still…

When I retracted my hand, I noticed how wet my fingers were.  They were shriveled up like prunes.  I smelled her vaginal juices as I raised my hand to my face.

Now I understood what that scent was.  Jennifer’s pussy smelled amazing and was imposing a burning desire upon me to taste her essence.  So, I placed my fingers into my mouth and savored a sweet little taste of her.

Jennifer smiled and slid her skirt back down to her knees and appeared to get ready to stand up. 

She asked, “Ok, Will that cover my debt?”

Without a cognitive thought, I looked deep into her eyes and gently whispered, “Wait…please.”

 Then, my hand instinctively took hold of my cue stick and softly and slyly maneuvered the thick end under her skirt.  I used it to lift it up to her stomach which displayed her cleanly shaved pussy.  I followed with my cue ever so gently hinting that I wanted her to spread her legs again.  Jennifer smiled and slowly spread her legs apart widely displaying herself to me.  To my surprise, she did not show the slightest bit of reluctance in any way.

With a half smile, she quietly uttered, “This is going to be more expensive than I thought.”

I responded with, “Uh…it’s gambling.”

The end of my cue stick never rested on the floor.  I was cognizant of its handling and I believe it was safe to say that it remained clean.  I asked myself, “How in the world would I be perpetuating this level of fastidiousness?”  “Where was this coming from?”

I guess my subconscious was speaking volumes…

So, I gently rubbed my cue stick up and down the inside of her legs.  I slid it from her ankles, to the bend in her knees, and then between her upper thighs.

Jennifer began to breathe deeply where I could almost hear each and every breath.  At this point, her legs were spread far apart exposing herself to me.

The excitement was consuming me and I could resist no further.  I felt the intense pressure from my penis that was as hard as it has ever been.  It was borderline painful and made me feel like it was going to explode.

Meanwhile, I was giving a gallant effort to resist trembling.  I then maneuvered the cue up and down between her wet lips.  I could faintly hear the sound of slurping moisture of her soft flesh as I continued to move.  I rested the cue handle barely between her labia.

I looked Jennifer in the eye and whispered with lustful desire, “May I…”  “Please.”

Jennifer returned the gaze back to my eyes and quietly said, “Yes, you may.”

The end of my cue twisted slowly back and forth.  Then, in an instant, I carefully slid my cue up inside of her vagina.  After a brief pause, I retracted it half way followed by reinserting it back up inside of her.  I gently moved my cue stick in and out until her juices lubricated my cue enough to slide freely.  I slid my stick all the way up inside of her where I was able to feel it touch the back wall.  It could go no further.

I knew that it was imperative to be gentle because there was no way I would ever inflict any pain or discomfort on her.  So, I gingerly continued to insert, remove, and reinsert my cue in and out of her.  Since she was so wet, it slid freely all the way in and out of her easily.

Jennifer leaned back slightly with her legs spread far apart allowing me the pleasure of continuing to put my cue stick up inside of her.  She continued to breathe heavily with a slight quiet moan.

While my cue was deep inside, my left hand unbuckled and unzipped my pants.  Somehow, I was able to skillfully pull out my penis and stroke it.  Within minutes, Jennifer leaned forward while I placed my cock on the tip of her tongue.  She wiggled it slightly inside as if she was entering the tip.

With a slow calculated stroking motion, I emptied my load onto her tongue and into her mouth with the fervor and venom you only read about.  Although her mouth never engulfed my cock, I did not care because I ejaculated.  We were having what you may call “Loads of Fun.”

After I retracted my cue stick out of her, I put my penis back into my pants.  I then wiped the abundant moisture off of my stick with my fingers and licked her sweet essence from them.

I then took my hand and wiped the excess moisture that appeared to be covering her opening.  She was still so warm, soft, and wet.  I found myself magnetically drawn to her

attributes.  The truth is, it was not just an erotic event by entering a lady’s vagina, it is a vagina that belongs to Jennifer.

Jennifer lowered her skirt back down and appeared to be standing up.  I turned around to dismantle my stick and place it in its protective case.  I latched it shut and picked it up off of the table.  As I turned back to look at her and ask her if I could see her again, she was gone without a trace.

I looked towards the other end of the establishment at the entry door.  There was no one.  I asked the attendant if he had seen the lady in the red blouse and black skirt head towards the door.  He said, “Sir, there was no one who walked through here.”

She was gone… as if she never existed…

Then it dawned on me, there were people here in the establishment of “The Dark Corner Pocket.”  It was not crowded but still there were people.  The strangest part of this erotic event was that nobody stood and stared.  It appeared that they neither noticed, nor did they care.  After all, it isn’t every day that you can go to a pool hall and shove a cue stick up inside of a lady’s vagina, while ejaculating in her mouth, with nobody noticing.

As I composed myself, I looked around the pool hall.  The lights were dimming, except for the area around the table we were using.  The other individuals that were sporadically positioned playing billiards (or whatever they were doing) with their “friends,” or possibly, paramours, had vanished one by one. 

The hall appeared to transition into a foggy haze while I began to experience that same dizzy and disorienting feeling I had when I pulled over to the berm of the highway.  Again, my vision faded out and I felt that cold surge of air rush around me.

 I was slowly returning from what appeared to be an ethereal event.  As I opened my eyes, I found myself on the side of the freeway.  I was still wearing my seatbelt while sitting behind the wheel of my car.

I looked around, assuming that I had been in some sort of accident.  I assessed the situation and found that there was none.

I had no idea how long I had been sitting there, but it felt like hours.  As I glanced at the clock within my navigation system, it revealed something very odd.   I had been there for only a few minutes.

My vehicle was still idling with the air-conditioning working.  I put the shifter in drive and slowly drove home.  I found it rather strange that I was more relaxed than I had ever been and I had forgotten all about the infamous "Fucktard 500."

As I safely arrived home, I continued on with my excitement-deprived life.  I only remember that there was a billiards establishment, and an elusive lady.

As I put my hand near my nose, I could still smell the sweet enticing scent of her pussy on my fingers.  That scent belonged to a lady named Jennifer.

The details of my memories were beginning to fade.  I found it frustrating that I could not remember these events as I should, especially what she looked like.  However, I do remember her name and her soft grey eyes.

Also, I will never forget the scent on my fingers.  That memory will never wane.  I will spend a lifetime tracking down that scent…

It is not just only about her pussy; it is the attribute connected to that beautiful lady I must find.

Thank you for taking the time to read this quasi-sci-fi / chick-flic story.  I hope you have enjoyed this experiment.  The names have been changed to protect the Guilty as Charged and willing participants.

In the near future, I will submit the following adventures from the “Dark Corner Pocket.”  This series is the predecessor to “Dirty Pool,” which will be submitted very soon as well.  Dirty Pool may be read before or after The Dark Corner Pocket.

To be continued: