A bunch of old people nursing pints of Mild and a serious lack of viable pussy are the main reasons social clubs aren't my scene. That and the wall-to-wall excitement: bingo nights, bridge evenings, and discos compered by washed-up music teachers. But at the request of the latest IT client I was fleecing, and the prospect of cheap beer, I made an exception.

Turns out that was a damn fine decision.

The building itself seemed almost anachronistic alongside the steel-clad offices that had been erected far more recently – more like a stately home in which I expected to find X-Men training for their next mission among the beams, wood panelling, heavy doors and creaky floorboards.

Even the function room that doubled as the bar felt like time had been politely turned away at the door for wearing the wrong shoes. As the geezers I was with had promised, this was reflected in the beer prices. A round for all three of us weighed in at less than half anywhere else in the city. Result.

But in stark contrast to the antediluvian surroundings, the one thing bang up-to-date was the barmaid.

She was fucking hot. Early twenties; I probably had five years on her. Slightly overweight in all the right places, despite trying to conceal it with a tight-fitting pastel blouse and inky skirt that barely descended beyond her curvy rump. Incredible tits and a smile to match, I found her bubbly and fun as we briefly flirted across the dark wood bar. No wonder the codgers loved the place.

It was quiet, even for midweek. Larry, Ted and I talked about the contract and project deliverables during the second beer, brought over on a dented metal tray by the delectable Charlotte in wedge heels. I made sure our eyes met – more of a struggle than it appeared when she bent to place the drinks on the table – and gave her a wink of thanks before admiring her arse retreating to the bar. Between serving the odd customer, she spent most of the remaining time swiping and tapping her phone, smiling at whatever or whoever was on the other end.

As Ted and Larry regaled long-winded workplace anecdotes to which I only half listened, I studied her at every opportunity. Analysed. Extrapolated. Refined. It's what I do, almost subconsciously filing details about a woman I want, until I assemble a profile that allows me to know how soon to approach, and what to say to increase the chance of making her mine.

There was no doubt I fucking wanted Charlotte. It made me stir in my Levis, imagining her pressed against me. Her shudders and groans when I made her come. The taste of her juices as they drizzled onto my stubble, tongue driving inside, seeking to complete her vocal rapture. Every time I caught her eye and she looked away, every brush of charcoal hair behind her ear, every scratch of her jewelled nose leaked information about the kind of girl she was. I stored it all.

By the time Larry and Ted made their excuses to return to their wives, I had plenty of data. Enough to know that with the right encouragement, she was likely to go all out on a first date. And then some.

The place was empty. Low-level pop from the player behind the bar spilled into the atmosphere through cheap ceiling speakers. I stood and made exaggerated motions of shoving imaginary patrons aside as I strode to the bar. She giggled and I placed my empty glass on the bar towel in front of her.

"Is it always this packed?"

She slid her phone onto the bar surface with purple polished fingertips. "Frequently."

I opened my mouth to speak but she continued:

"I don't mind. It's actually my third job. Not great pay but easy money to sit on Facebook and serve the odd pint in between. Like the babysitting I do… without the pints obviously." She laughed at her own joke. "You new here? Not seen you around."

"Contractor."

"Oh. Then I should charge you the non-member price."

I flashed her a grin. "I won't tell if you don't. Foster's, please."

She reached for the glass and tipped it against the sparkler as the amber liquid trickled inside and she swirled it.

I reached for my wallet. "One for yourself? If you're not too busy and allowed to drink on duty, that is."

Her ochre irises found mine. "I won't tell if you don't."

Charlotte placed my full pint and poured herself a gin and tonic then rang up the total. I placed the cash in her upturned hand and ensured I briefly brushed the pad of her thumb as I withdrew. I loved that electric thrill of the 'innocent' touch. "Could I have a receipt please?" Our eyes locked again. "And if it comes with your phone number on it, that'd be even sweeter."

Clearly surprised at my audacity, she wasn't incensed enough to balk at the request. It meant I'd sussed her accurately. Eyeing me, she opened the cash register and placed the change and receipt in my outstretched palm. "A bit forward of you. My boyfriend wouldn't approve."

"I'm not asking him."

Cute dimples formed between lightly freckled cheeks as I continued:

"But you don't have a boyfriend."

She cocked her head, hand still hovering above mine. "What makes you so sure?"

"A few things. The way you've been pretending not to eye me all evening. The way your pupils dilated when I touched your hand." She withdrew sharply and I nodded down at her phone. "And the fact you replied to Maddy's question 'is he a hunk?' with 'yeah I wonder if he's taken lol.'"

Charlotte grabbed her phone and put it beneath the optics behind her, cheeks flushing, a fire in her eyes. "You might find this hard to believe, but not everything's about you. Besides, I don't give out my number to strangers I just met."

Taking a sip of my pint and replacing the glass, I smiled to defuse the indignance I'd purposely engineered. "Well get to know me better, then you'll have no excuse. Ask me anything."

She pondered. Pursed her lips. Said nothing.

"Go on. I don't bite."

"Okay. Uhhh, do you have any siblings?"

"Nope. But you do. Older sister, right? Bossy."

Her mouth fell open. "How did…?"

I don't normally give away my secrets, but as I only had a couple of days left at the plant and it served my end goal, I flashed her a cheeky grin and did so. "You have three jobs because you can't make your mind up; your sister did that for you growing up. You take on more than you should because you didn't want to get on her bad side, so you're eager to please people and don't like saying no. And you were highly protective of your phone after you felt I'd stolen information from it. Big sis used to pinch your stuff. How am I doing?"

"Holy shit." She blew a breath. "You got that all from me?"

I nodded and shrugged. "I'm observational."

"Wow. That's kind of, I dunno, unnerving. But… what else?"

I didn't want to give everything away, but I played along. There was no way I was leaving without an avenue to her knickers. She was simply too good to pass up, exuding the promise of so much dirty fun.

"You've probably got a belly piercing. Something small and discreet because your folks would never approve of it. You wanted a tattoo, but it's too permanent."

She nodded again, clearly impressed this time. I added that tidbit to my internal database. A piercing or tattoo was invariably an impulsive act of rebellion in those that had recently flown the nest. Combined with wanting to please people meant she was more open to experimentation. Filth. And playing second fiddle to an older sibling, she was likely to be competitive for attention.

That last piece of the puzzle gave me an idea. I nodded over to the pool table. "You play?"

"A little."

"That makes two of us. Shall we? If I win, I get your phone number."

"Oh I don't think so, Mr…"

"Noble. Call me Ryan."

She folded her arms. "How do I know you're not hustling me, Ryan? You know so much else about me already."

I took another pull of my pint and indicated it. "Two of these, I peak. Get blasé and win through luck. After that…" I aeroplaned my hand down to crash land on the bar. "This is my third. Guess you'll have to trust me."

"Ha! Smooth. You must think there's a chance or you wouldn't suggest it."

I grinned. "Nothing to lose through trying."

"Then you need something to lose. There should be something in it for me."

She was textbook to bait. I pretended to consider it. "Like what?"

I watched as she pondered a moment. "Well since you're so sure of yourself, let's make it interesting. You on Facebook?" I nodded. "So how about I get to post a photo of you in your kecks on your wall, with the caption that you got beaten by a girl?"

I started to twitch in my underwear as I let our gaze linger. Win-win. "Game on, Charlotte. Rack 'em up."

I watched as she did, then grabbed the best of a bad bunch of cues and applied pale blue chalk before she did likewise. I flipped a coin and she called "Tails."

"You break then."

Rounding the table, she placed the cue ball in the 'D'. Just a few feet separated it from the seven yellows and seven reds arranged in a tight triangle that I was confident would eventually lead to hers, regardless of the game's outcome.

She lined up, wiggling slightly from foot to foot and struck the ball solidly, sending the pack scattering. A few balls teetered close to the pockets but nothing went in so I sunk a couple of yellows before rattling the third in the jaws of the corner.

Charlotte picked off a few easy reds. Certainly no slouch at the game, she doubled a red into the centre and took a fourth with an impressive full-length stroke before missing the next. She grinned. "Worried yet?"

I bent to line up my next yellow and potted it easily. "Nope." After selecting my fourth ball, Charlotte circled the table and stood to watch, directly in my eye line. She leaned forward to rest her elbows on the table, clearly a distraction tactic as I tried not to take in the cleft of her impressive rack oozing into the space at the top of her blouse. She'd undone a button since I last ogled.

Shaking my head, I focused on the ball, gaze wavering to her creamy assets on display. I struck the white off-centre, dismayed as it kicked and rolled into my intended yellow without enough power. "Cheat!"

"Moi?" She stood and wiggled her hips.

"I ought to put you over my knee for that."

Her eyes said it all and my insides somersaulted. She really was eager to please. I hadn't been with a sub for a while and it made me ache even more for her. There was something about a woman willing to give herself completely. It filled some primeval urge in me. While I adored strong women who gave as good as they got, if anything, I found the ones that let me dominate them to be stronger in character. To be simultaneously willing and vulnerable with a virtual stranger takes serious guts.

She interrupted my thoughts, her attention across at the bar. "Closing time. Last orders?"

I drained my pint and nodded. "Sure. You joining me?"

"If you're buying."

I handed her a note and she strode to the bar with an exaggerated swagger, I'm sure safe in the knowledge of where my attention was directed. She knocked the latch down on the main door, fixed our drinks and returned to the pool table placing my change along the table's edge.

Taking the pint, I nodded thanks. "So it's a lock-in now, huh?"

"Something like that."

"You ought to be careful who you get locked in with."

Her eyes twinkled. "I'm a big girl. My go, yeah?"

I nodded and watched her line it up after taking a finger of her drink. She carefully rolled the cue ball into the red to leave her in a good position on her next, but it was a fraction too soft. That left me with a difficult shot that I fluffed, probably due to the alcohol or the flashing thoughts of cramming my cock in her dainty throat then fucking her over the pool table with my spit-soaked length.

She made me pay by sinking the one she missed earlier. The sixth stayed on the table and I took advantage by making short work of two more of my own colour. As I lined up the next she moved alongside me, close enough that her floral perfume suffused my senses. "Oh, I forgot your change."

Sliding the coins from the side of the table into her palm, she brushed my thigh with her hand and trailed a pair of fingers up to my pocket. The opening gave under her fingertips and she slipped the pads inside. I shivered, cock firming as her hand crept inwards, dangerously close to my crotch before dropping the coins with a chink and withdrawing.

Despite the distraction, I pulled off the shot. "That's me ahead. Get your pen ready."

She leaned down to my ear, hot breath tickling across the lobe and making me shiver. "It's not over yet."

As I circled to prepare for my final colour, Charlotte ducked the other end of the table so all I could see was her chest and head. Her eyes found mine, she licked her lips and I hardened, cock straining at the fabric of my jeans.

I leaned down to take the shot as she stood and strode towards me. Drawing alongside again, she bent to my ear once more. "Don't let me distract you from this crucial shot."

Bringing her hand alongside mine where it supported the cue on the table edge, she deposited her scrunched up panties. My pulse spiked, face inches from the material and I could smell her arousal. Fuck. She was forward, confident and willing to be submissive. A perfect combination. I swear my heart rate doubled.

Her breath in my ear again made me shudder. "Having trouble with your… cue, hotshot?" I shook my head no but it was a lie. I was rock hard and the adrenaline rushing through me ensured the shot went embarrassingly wide, completely missing its target.

"Oh dear," she whispered. "Two shots to me."

Taking her cue she lined up and sunk her sixth. "Level pegging. Sure you don't want to loosen that belt in preparation?"

I smiled as she came to my side of the table for her final colour. The cue ball was two-thirds of the way up the length of the table, about a foot from the ball near the corner pocket. Bending at the waist in front of me, I'm sure slower than necessary, her skirt rode high on those succulent thighs. I stepped back and willed it higher, bulging in my underwear. She glanced over her shoulder, down at my crotch and swept her gaze all the way up to my eyes.

I folded my arms. "You'll never get that from there."

"You're right." Her lip curled into a dirty grin and she hiked her knee up onto the corner of the table. My cock nearly burst from its confines at her hairless pussy peeking below the skirt, a few drops of moisture clinging to her slightly splayed lips. I was mesmerised.

Though her attention returned to the table, I couldn't resist the temptation and lifted the pool cue, bringing it up to nestle its long edge against her slit. She jumped and looked back sharply, eyes glazing over as I moved the cue up and down her beautiful snatch.

"Take your shot then. Don't let me distract you."

Charlotte once more returned her focus to the table and readied the cue as I teased her sexy folds with the wood. A dull thunk signalled the shot missed by a good margin and I laughed.

"Not so easy is it?"

She sighed and dropped her cue on the baize, leaning forward fully so I could continue gliding the polished stick like a cellist's bow. I loved the way the wood glistened with her secretions and how it caught just a tiny bit, dragging her flesh with it each time I changed direction.

Charlotte moaned when I withdrew. I reached for her scrunched knickers and wiped her juices off the cue with them, then brought them to my face, enjoying her wide-eyed reaction. She smelled fantastic and I surged against my jeans.

"You're a very naughty girl showing yourself like that. I could get the wrong impression."

"I hope this-" She hiked her skirt fully over her delicious curves, one leg still propped up on the corner of the table, "-gives the right impression."

I turned ninety degrees to her body, stepped away and rolled the thin end of the cue over her rump. She pressed back against it and I smiled inwardly that my analysis had been spot on. I felt power swell through me, hollowness in my chest. Bringing the cue back a little, I tapped it against her naked bottom a couple of times then swung back and landed a firm strike.

Charlotte yelped, her hand flying back to rub where the cue had hit. "Fuck!"

Her outburst made my chest flush. I grabbed her wrist and tore it away, shoving it up her back then struck her again. She screamed and I let go.

Tossing her panties on the baize alongside her cheek, I commanded. "Put those in your mouth."

She glared at me, part fear but mostly excitement fizzing in her expression. It was so erotic to watch her fingers walk to the material, drag the dirty cotton to her face and feed the fabric piece by piece into her open mouth. In the blur of pussy I'd experienced, I couldn't recall the last time I played with anyone so willing to please.

I breathed out. "Charlotte, you are so fucking naughty." I cracked her with the cue, the muffled groan a delightful counterpoint to the pain she must have felt. Criss-cross red lines were beginning to surface on her butt and I struck her again. Then again, delighting at her cries. I stepped in and ran my fingers through her dripping folds, bringing them to her face.

"Smell that?" She nodded. "I know what you really want, Charlotte."

Discarding the cue before undoing my belt and zip, I kicked off my Vans, let the outerwear drop and stepped out of them. Her eyes darted to my throbbing length as I released it and smeared her pussy juices with the pre-come that was forming.

I let her watch as I wanked my shaft then stepped behind her and aligned my prick with her glistening folds. She took a sharp breath. Instead of puncturing her, I pulled her leg off the table so she was bent fully over it then drove my cock into the inviting gap between her meaty thighs to glide along her slick pussy. She groaned as my cock nudged her clit.

Charlotte altered the angle of her hips, desperate to take me but I fucked her lips instead, each thrust coating my steel with a fresh film of her need. Her groans intensified. "Huck me," she pleaded through the gag.

I pulled away and yanked her upright, spinning her to face me. Grabbing her hips I coaxed her to jump and helped her perch on the pool table edge, stepping back a pace. "Show me how much you want this."

Her thighs parted with a sticky smack and I grabbed my cock, slowly jacking its length as she slid her fingertips into the hairless folds. Rolling her head back, she moaned as her fingers dipped inside herself then began circling roughly over her clit.

Sinking to my knees inches from her glistening sex, cock still in hand, I watched her masturbate in full hi-def. Pearls of juice oozed from her slit into the crack of her voluptuous arse, the scent intoxicating, and I leaned in to chase them back to the source with my tongue, forcing them back inside her.

Charlotte lay back on the table, lifting her feet up on its wood surround, thighs splayed, fingertips rapidly flicking her pleasure button. Each time she leaked, I tapped my tongue against her crinkled star and scooped the delicious droplets of nectar north, burying my tongue between her slippery lips. I kissed her sexy, bald cunt over and over until my lips and cheeks were shiny and she was writhing on the pool table, her moans fighting for space in the room over Robbie Williams imploring to entertain her.

I did the entertaining on his behalf. Standing, I reached and hauled her to a sitting position, yanking the panty gag from her mouth and planting my come-soaked lips on hers, our tongues slipping inside. They duelled, alcoholic and hot. Bodies barely millimetres apart, hands coaxing our respective genitalia, my dick brushed her slick entrance.

She dragged her lips from mine. "Fuck me, please."

I trailed my hand from my cock up her sides to grab her head and tip her chin up, kissing her neck. My other hand found her blouse and fondled a magnificent breast through the material. Unable to undo the garment with one hand, I brought the other into play, fumbling buttons then yanking the blouse back over her shoulders and freeing her bountiful tits above the lacy white bra.

I took in the vista a moment, belly jewel as promised glinting between the valley of her chest, then teased her nipples with my fingertips. Pulling and pinching her hard caps, she rolled her head again, hair swishing over her exposed shoulders.

"Oh, fuck me, Ryan. Please fuck me."

Taking her hands in mine I moved them from her pussy to cover her tits where she began rhythmically massaging the soft white flesh and crinkled nipples, mouth agape. I dropped my hands to her hips and held her, aligning my cock with her opening. She gave a barely perceptible nod before I plunged into her, taking both our breath away, her eyes drifting closed.

Her pussy was tight and wet, our rhythm taking no time to begin. The slaps of our bodies rang out with our groans as she pinched and squeezed her doughy tits, the flesh spilling past her palms. I paused a moment to let the sensation of impending orgasm pass then began anew, pounding inside her heat.

I covered her body, leaning into her as our hips met, parted, met over and over. When her head tipped back, hair dusting the pool table surface, I bit her neck and she groaned loudly.

"Thought you didn't bite."

I pulled my face away a fraction. "I lied."

Her voice was breathless. "Good. Do it again."

Our union intensified, perspiration forming on exposed snatches of skin. She was a first-rate fuck but there was one thing I wanted more from my newest plaything. Trailing my lips up to her earlobe and nibbling it, I whispered, "I'm going to fuck your arse, Charlotte."

She gasped at the words, grinding her hips. "Yes, Ryan. Take me."

I slid my cock from her soaked channel and moved it down to cover her shiny, crinkled rosebud as she splayed her legs, placing her wedge heels back up near the corner pockets.

Leaning back on her elbows, her eyes found mine. "Take it easy." She bit her lip. "At first."

Pressing forward, I felt the outer ring of muscle begin to give against the dull tip of my glossy hardness as she relaxed. It was clearly not her first time. I love that tightness as my cock widens the forbidden entrance of a woman. The flared head pioneering the way, the little mewls and gasps as each millimetre sinks in until the head's trapped and I feel the inner ring of muscle give with a satisfying pop.

Her expression hardened, mouth agape and I pressed on, gliding my steel into her sexy bum until my pubic hair flattened against her body. She breathed out through gritted teeth. "Fuck, that feels good." I let her adjust, shifting her weight onto one elbow and watched fingers snake to her clit to begin circling again. "Now take me."

As I drew out and eased into her tightest hole, she hissed encouragement. Dirty words, imploring me to fuck her "Slutty arse until I come."

I sped up, drawing her distended ring with each thrust and her moans became a continuous growl, hair swishing. My breathing turned more laboured. I knew I was going to orgasm and slowed a little.

Charlotte's eyes flashed. "Don't fucking stop. Ruin me."

Despite her plea, I paused long enough to ease away from the edge of my own release and then picked up the pace until I was hammering inside her butt, the flesh deforming with each savage thrust. I spat for lubrication, watching it bubble around her clawing arsehole.

"Yessss," she hissed. "God yes, I'm gonna c-"

I took the last word away as I sank my head to her chest and drew a nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard then rolled my teeth around and bit down as she wailed.

"Coming… yeah… fuck. FUCK!"

I felt her anus contracting around my girth and slowed to a halt, not only to let my orgasm subside a little but to allow her to enjoy the bliss of release. I bit hard into her nipple and she threw her head back as the waves consumed her flushed body. Her fingers curled into her snatch, palm pressing her clit as she writhed, my solid cock moving in and out of her distended arse with only the motion of her circling hips.

Pulling back, I watched her orgasm take over her curvy body, eyes fluttering, mouth upturning and pulling sexy shapes as each contraction gripped and released my cock buried in her darkness. No idea how I managed to keep from firing my come inside her, but somehow I held off – just – as she gradually descended from the high.

Sitting up, she shoved me back, my cock popping from her gaping rear that I watched sexily return to shape. She hopped off the table and dropped to her knees, grabbing my shaft and wanking it. She opened her mouth and slipped the lips over my head. "Mmmmm."

The vibrations and the slutty act set up shock waves inside me. She pulled out and ran her tongue all the way up and down my length, slathering my shaved balls at one extreme and circling the head at the other. My rigid pole entered her mouth again and I batted her hand away.

"You want this?"

She nodded, eyes gazing up, wide, imploring.

"You want me to ruin your throat like I ruined your arse?"

She nodded again and a twisted grin formed on my face. Reaching to the back of her head, I held her tight in both hands and began to slide my cock in and out, picking up speed with every thrust. She cleaned my cock with each gag and cough as my meat probed deeper.

I was so hard. The noises she made were delightful, spluttering as I rammed my length into the constricted area of her throat, spit flying and dripping from my balls. I showed her very little mercy, pulling out only to let her take the occasional single, deep breath before burying the entirety of my cock into her willing orifice again and again.

Air burst from her nostrils in constricted snorts into my pubes. Tears streamed down cheeks, completely filled with me. "You want this, you dirty slut." It wasn't a question. She clearly did. Her fingernails flew to my thighs and dug into the flesh as I fucked her face. "Gonna come for you."

Charlotte gagged and coughed as I tightened my grip on her scalp and felt the eruption surging up my shaft. She had no choice but to take it all, every jet bubbling up and firing directly past her tonsils as I held her tight, quaking at the wonderful sensation of her throat muscles milking my spasming cockhead. I roared as I unleashed every creamy drop and she drank it all.

As the final spurt erupted I pulled out and she gasped, come and spit dripping from her once pristine mouth. I stroked her hair. "Jesus, Charlotte, you are fucking incredible."

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she grinned weakly up at me and nodded as she dragged fingertips over her cheeks to remove the smudged makeup. Between laboured breaths, she nodded, "I aim to please."

I flopped into a nearby seat, my soaked cock gradually withering before I tucked it back in my underwear. Charlotte sat on the floor that was peppered with spit and droplets of our come, drained yet seemingly contented.

Our eyes found one another, silent communication, smiles forming, heart rates slowing to normal until eventually she calmed enough to stand. She wiggled her hips and made herself presentable, rebuttoning her blouse and rolling her dirty panties back up those glorious thighs and snapping the cotton against her used holes.

Retreating to the bar, shoving the remaining balls into the pool pockets by hand on the way, she stacked some bottles and washed the glasses as I gathered my thoughts. I stood and reunited my legs with jeans, buckling up, putting on my trainers and approaching the bar. Charlotte was writing and when she turned, slid a scrap of paper across the bar. On it were eleven digits in a neat row.

"You know," she said. "Just in case."

I grinned and ran a hand through my short, brown hair. "You sure? I didn't technically win."

She nodded. "I'm a big girl."

Reaching for the torn piece of paper I slid it into my wallet. With a final meeting of eyes, I stepped away from the bar and strode to the exit, unlatching the lock and pacing into the corridor, then shoving the outer door that led to the car park.

Too beered-up to drive, it was luckily a mild night for a walk to reflect on how, once again, I'd turned half a situation into something so much more.

I set off down the dimly lit path that led to the main road and smiled, planning. I'd give her a few days. Let the effects wear off. Until she could sit comfortably again. Then, if no other pussy was available, I might call her. Hook up again. Really see how far she was willing to be pushed.

I dug my hands in my pockets and warmed at the thoughts. Fuck, it's good being me.