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CHAPTER ONE

She didn't intend to make such a big entry, but she did. With her ass pertly swaying from side to side, her long, bare legs flashing in the dim light, Susan presented quite a figure for the men gathered in the pool hall. She couldn't help but notice their eyes studying her, stripping off what little clothing she was wearing.

It was summer and it was scorching hot. There was no reason why she shouldn't have been wearing a halter-top – obviously with no bra on under it – and the skimpiest shorts she could find. They were cooler than just about anything else she could wear.

But the pool hall wasn't a place for an eighteen-year-old girl to wear such an abbreviated costume.

"Damn, but will you look at those legs!" exclaimed one man.

"Yeah. Bet they'd really wrap around you. Pull you right on into that tight little pussy."

"To hell with the legs, man, Look at those jugs! That bandanna she's almost wearing doesn't leave anything to my imagination!"

"You never had much of one to start with."

"Don't have to with her. Shit, look at those knockers! Bet they taste right good."

Susan tried to ignore the increasingly crude comments. But in a way, she was pleased. The men were noticing her. It felt good down deep inside to have them getting hard-ons just looking. And some of them weren't that bad-looking, either. She wondered what it would be like with…

"Susan!" cried a man from behind the bar, scooped the girl up in his arms and, planted a juicy kiss squarely on her lush lips. He got a lot of envious glances from the men around the hall.