Pool Hall Smack Down!
Melinda and her friend Timi have a run in with some local bitches, Kinga and her friend Anita.
Small town Midwestern girls
Melinda 19½ years old | Timi 19 years old |
5'2.2" (158cm) 128 lb (58kg) | 5'3.0" (160cm) 122 lb (55.3kg |
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get into a dust up with big city ruffians
Kinga19¾ years old | Anita 19 years old |
5'3.0" (160cm) 125lb (56.7kg) | 5'4.0" (163) 126lb (55.2kg |
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The city was Chicago. The neighborhood was in the far northeastern part of Chicago on a little spurt above Howard St. that cut into Evanston. It was a working class neighborhood at the last stop of the El before it switched to overhead lines. It was not the best of neighborhoods and was getting seedier with time. Even so the neighborhood had its attractions. There local bar claimed to be the longest bar in Chicago. The bartender knew your name and your drink if you were a local. Your drink would be already waiting for you when you sat down at the bar. It was that kind of bar.
Next to the bar was a pizza place that had some of the best Chicago style pizza with real imported Italian cheese. Above the pizza place was a pool hall. The pool hall was not just a local one but famous as one of the best pool halls in Chicago. It was not one of those new fancy billiard rooms with the different colored felts that tried to appeal to the more gentile cliental.. It was a real pool hall for serious players. Minnesota Fats frequented the joint when he was in town. High stakes games were played here. Three cushioned billiards at $100 a pop or more. Nine ball, eight ball, even straight pool was played on some of the best slate tables around. The green felts were replaced often. This was often necessary as tempers flared during games and it was not uncommon for a ball to be slammed down on the table and bounce. high up in the air The establishment was overseen by a tall (around 6’5”) thin, no-nonsense bloke who was friendly while being stern. If you didn’t have your own pool cue he would select a nice one at the weight you specified from behind the counter.
“Table number 22 in the back has a new felt. Let me brush it off for you” was a typical greeting to long time customers.. It was a rough place and he knew what brought the customers in. He generally “let them play” unless things got too far out of hand. The locals knew the limits and if they exceeded them they could be banned for life.
Melinda and her friend, Timi, were on spring break from college. They decided to drive to Chicago for a holiday. What with college expenses and not being wealthy, they were on a tight budget and chose a cheap motel the east Rogers Park area, close to an El stop, convenient for access to downtown and Wrigley Field – they were both Cub fans. They took in the various sights and even attended a Cubs game. As usual the Cubs lost a squeaker. As it turns out they were both very good pool and billiards players. At least they were the best in their small town, beating all comers, girls and boys. Their only competition was each other. The record between them was pretty much even although each though she was slightly better and the other one was luckier. Melinda and Timi were big fish in a very small pond. They thought it might be fun to test their prowess in the big city to see where they really stood. They asked the desk clerk where there was a good place to shoot some serious pool. He told time about the pool hall north of Howard. He told them it had the best tables I town and was easy to get to. Just take the El to the last Chicago stop at Howard St. Then walk east a couple of blocks. The pool hall is on the left side just north of Howard St. on the second block. [color]green]”Oh be careful in the neighborhood after dark. Stick together.”[/color]
Little did Melinda and Timi know what a rough pool hall they were going to. Their local pool halls were seedy but a level or two about this place. But it was the best place in town to shoot a serious game of pool. Melinda and Timi dressed the way they did at home which allowed them to win many a game against boys. Melinda wore a red halter top tied just below her breasts to expose her belly and lift her tits up. She added a blue skirt about mid-thigh in length or slightly less. It was very tight and showed of her legs and ass when she bent over the table as it rode up. Oh yes, the cleavage also showed a lot of tit when she leaned over the table. Timi wore a similar halter top and tight skirt. She chose a lilac halter top and pink skirt, both of which she thought showed off her long, blonde hair. Four inch high heels completed their outfights and off they went. Some people might have thought they were hookers in that neighborhood except the makeup was that of clean cut, small town girls.
The pool hall was filled with males of various ages and a few females who were probably attacked to some of the males in various ways. Melinda and Timi started playing each other in straight pool. They quickly gathered attention as the males leered at them and the females starred daggers. Then the observers started to notice that they actually knew how to shoot poll, imagine that. They even occasionally ran a rack or two.
Needless to say the place was filled with hustlers. They looked upon new blood like Timi and Melinda who were good and thought they were better than they really were as the perfect pigeons. Soon each girl was challenged to a game and, to make it interesting, how about $2 a game. If they were to really test themselves this was the time. The preferred game was nine ball. In typical hustler fashion the opponents let Melinda and Timi win the first few games. For their part, Melinda and Timi seemed to win on some lucky shots and squealed with girlish delight each time they made an improbably shot. After several games the last opponent suggested to each girl that they make it a “little more interesting”, say $10 a game. That isn’t high stakes but is a lot of money to two college girls.
So Melinda and Timi agreed, they could use some extra cash. In typical fashion, the hustlers started shooting better – making shots they had just missed before. To their surprise, Melinda and Timi also raised their game. Those lucky shots started going in with more precision and fewer squeals. The girls became serious and all business. Where before they had sometimes left themselves “stitched” so they couldn’t get a clear shot at the object ball now the cue ball rolled just far enough for a clear, easy shot. Melinda and Time continued to win. They had out hustled the hustlers. It wasn’t long where the male egos couldn’t stand losing to these two country bumpkins and no one wanted to play them. Melinda and Timi went back to playing each other.
This was the setting as Kinga and Anita walked up the stairs and entered the pool hall after having a couple of brewskies in the bar below. Kinga and Anita wore matching black micro-mini skirts stretched tightly over their shapely, rounded asses. The skirts barely covered their asses and crotch when they stood up straight. You can imagine what they displayed when they bent over to line up or take a shot. Anita was completely in black. She wore a short sleeved, skin tight, vee neck satin sweater with a lot of cleavage. It must be noted she had a large chest of perfect boobs. The other three women in our story had nice breasts but of average size. Kinga wore a white halter top, tied similarly to the way that Melinda and Timi had down. The also wore 4” heels.
It wasn’t clear whether or not Kinga and Anita plied their wares on Howard St. but their make up, especially they way they did their eyes seemed to imply the affirmative. What was true was that they were local toughies who didn’t like new women cutting into their territory. The pool hall was their territory and the usual women in their stayed out of their way. They may not have been big but they were tough and had beaten up more than one woman who thought she was tougher. They knew how to fight and how to use anything handy in a pool hall to their advantage, especially a broken off cue stick. Most people also thought they had knives hidden somewhere in their clothes even if no one could guess where in their skin tight outfits.
As was their custom Kinga and Anita surveyed the pool hall to see what was going on. It took only a fraction of a second to note that most eyes were riveted on some bare legs and exposed cleavage. They were not pleased. Kinga poked one of the males in the side and said
”Who are those hos and what are they doing here?” ”Dunno, thy walked in here and cleaned most of us out of our money.” Anita whispered to Kinga,
”We goona let them move in on our territory? Let’s kick the shit out of them.” ”Don’t be in such a hurry. Let’s make nice, first. We can take that bundle of money away form them. They don’t look that good. Then we can kick the crap out of them.” ”Gee, you’re smart. That’s why you are the leader of our gang.” As you may have guessed Anita was the sharpest pencil in the box.
Kinga and Anita strolled over to where Melinda and Timi were playing. Introductions were made all around and friendly small talk ensued. Melinda and Anita were welcomed to the neighborhood but if they had observed more closely it was through gritted teeth. But they had no reason to suspect Kinga and Anita of being nothing but friendly and took them at their word. They began playing nine ball for fun. Melinda and Timi partnered up against Kinga and Anita. The shooting was good but not of the highest quality as both pairs held something back in reserve. As expected someone suggested “we make it interesting.”
Timi suggested
”How about $5 a game?” Anita answered
”We don’t play for chickenfeed, do we Kinga?” ”Well what do you suggest?” chimed in Melinda.
”Let’s make it $50 a game.” stated Kinga.
”that’s a little rich for our blood, we’re just two college girls.” ”Hah! From what I heard you cleaned out all the guys so you should have lots of money. OK, then, how about $25, we don’t play for less. ”All right, at least we can play until we lose all we won.” The play began. The matches were close and the wining team went back and forth for sometime. Another competition developed beside the nine ball games. Most of the crowd supported Kinga and Anita, at least openly for they dare not do so otherwise. Among those there were some who secretly wanted to see Melinda and Timi beat their asses. There were a few who were brave or stupid enough to cheer openly for Melinda and Timi, they liked their spunk to defy the ruling bitches (even if they didn’t know Kinga and Anita were the ruling bitches.)
Whether it be luck or more skill, Melinda and Timi started to win more games. After a few hours of playing they finally cleaned out Kinga and Anita. Kinga and Anita wanted to keep playing to win their money back but Melinda told them “We don’t take IOUs. No money, no play.” The look that came back from Kinga and Anita told our two small town girls that it was perhaps time to leave. They went to the ladies room to freshen up and relieve themselves before taking the El ride back. Melinda had more serious business than just a tinkle and remained in a stall while Timi came out. She began touching up her make up and brushing her long, blonde hair. Both purses were on the sink top with Timi keeping an eye on them.
Kinga and Anita watched Melinda and Timi go off to the little girls’ room. They waited a short time and then fallowed them in. They entered to see Timi brushing her hair. Melinda was not to be seen.
”Why look who we have here, little Timi or is that short for Timid. She sure looks like a frightened little blonde to me?” snickered Anita.
Timi whirled around to face tem and instinctively grabbed the twopuses on the counter top.
”What do you want?” ”We want our money back.” ”We won it fair and square.” ”We don’t like hustlers. Give us our money or you’ll regret it. Can I beat her up after we get our money?” {You can do whatever your heart desires; even fuck her if you want!” While this banter was going on Kinga and Anita moved closer to Timi. Timi clutched the handbags tightly to her bosom. If it came to it she could swing them as a weapon. Kinga and Anita spread apart as they approached Timi. Timi tried to face them but was trapped as they moved to each side of her. Melinda could hear the commotion but “was indisposed” which is as politely as I can say it. And certain things can’t be rushed as nature takes its course. You could say she was caught with her panties down and no amount of grunting or pushing could speed things up. Need I be more exlicit?
Kinda and Anita continued to move in slowly on each side so Timi couldn’t slip past them and so she couldn’t attack them one at a time. But close enough that she couldn’t run between them to escape. They worked as a team who done this before and knew exactly what they were doing. None of the stupid things you see in the moves where first one attacks and gets slugged and then the other moves in. Both figured they could take the slender blonde themselves but they weren’t taking any chances. She couldn’t fight them both at once.
Kinda moved in on Timi’s right side and Anita from her left. Being right handed Timi raised the handbook in her right hand to swing it at Kinga.At the same time Anita wrapped Timi’s long, blonde hair around her fingers and yanked her head hard to the side. There was a lot of malice in that hairpull. Anita had been tempted several times during the game to use Timi’s blonde hair to rap her head against the pool table. Now she was fulfilling her desire.
Timi could put nothing behind her blow with her head being simultaneously jerked to her left. Kinga easily caught the handbag and took it away. Anita was still jerking Timi’s head around by the hair as Kinga yanked the other handbag out of Timi’s clutches. She did it hard enough to bruise at least one of Timi’s tits. Kinga opened both handbags and dumped the contents on the sink counter top. Anita continued with her attack and slammed the back of Timi’s head against the mirror behind the sink. It is a wonder the mirror didn’t break.
Kinda sifted through the contents there were spilled out on the counter top. She opened a couple of small purses that were in the handbags but only found some coins. The money was not to be found.. With Kinda distracted, Timi got a chance to fight back at Anita. She turned with her side bent over the sink and sunk her hands into Anita’s long, lush, black hair. She banged the side of Anita’s head against the mirror. Anita wound up and gave a hard slap with her left hand across Timi’s face.
”It’s not here. WHERE’S OUR MONEY!” ”You mean, OUR money” Timi was being feisty even though she was in a fight with Anita and took another hard slap on the face.
Kinda took ahold of Timi’s right arm and spun her around to face her, delivering a slap to her left cheek.
”Tell me where out money is, you fucking bitch.” ”That’s for me to know and you to find out.” . Timi tried to hit Kinda but Anita grabbed her wrist from behind. She brought Timi’s arm down and then twisted it behind and up her back.
”Tell us or I’ll break your weak arm off.” Timi gave a squeal of pain but would not say anything.
”Maybe she has it in her clothes. Let’s strip her.” Kinda fingered the knot in Timi’s halter top to either untie it or just rip it off.
At that moment the stall door banged open and Melinda came charging out.. Without bothering to wash her hands she flew into Kinda, at full speed. Her momentum shoved Kinda backward. Kinda’s back slammed hard into the tiled wall. Melinda moved her hands to her hair and began beating the back of her head against the wall.
Anita was still getting the best of Timi. Kinda’s slap had turned her head to the right. With her hand still yanking Timi’s hair and having Timi’s right arm in a hammerlock, she turned Timi to face the sink and then pushed her head down, pinning Timi against the sink. She used her leverage to force Timi’s arm to near the breaking point. Anita was close enough to reach out and yank Melinda back by the hair.
As Melinda was pulled backward Kinga pushed off the wall with her feet. Now Melinda went stumbling backward. She bounced off the protruding wall of the stall and both she and Kinga went down. As they fell Melinda was able to turn them so she ended up onto of Kinga facing her. She gave Kinga two hard slaps across the face. Kinga wound up and gave Melinda a knuckle sandwich that rattled her teeth. Melinda delivered a blow back that rocked Kinga’s head. This was a real brawl, no girlie slapping anymore.
