Chapter III: The Pool Game
Brenda walked out of her dorm and headed toward the end of the wing. She
pressed the button from the elevator and listened as the elevator made it's
slow ascent to the fifth floor of Brenda's dorm. Brenda didn't want to go out
to a club this late, but she figured she'd try out her new looks downstairs
in the dorm's own recreation center.
She got in the elevator and pushed the cold metal button for the basement.
The elevator made its way toward the basement, but stopped on the third floor
for a couple. Brenda smiled at the two and noticed that both had their
attention focused on Brenda's cleavage as they entered the elevator. Brenda
politely asked what floor they wanted and they both replied "one please."
Brenda pushed the button and continued to stare forward, but noticed through
her peripheral vision that the guy was eyeing her up while the girl looked at
her date with disappointment. The elevator reached the lobby and they both
exited while Brenda mentally smiled at her newfound ability to demand the
attention of onlookers.
The elevator door closed and the descent continued until the basement was
reached. Brenda stepped out into the haven of loud music, foosball, pool and
video games. Brenda, who was decent enough at pool, spotted an open table and
cued up. Before she was even able to break, several guys approached her and
asked if they could play on the table. Brenda said she was playing eight ball
and offered to play against one of them. Since there were five guys there,
four would be losers had it not been for the suggestion that team eight ball
could be played. Brenda agreed, but that still meant two guys had to go.
"Listen guys, this is my table, so I'm not leaving. You guys work out which
two get to play somewhere else." Brenda told the pack. The guys looked at
each other and walked over to a corner of the room to settle their
differences. Three guys returned to play with Brenda and, not surprisingly,
they happened to be the three biggest of the five. It seems that threatened
with a fight, the two smaller males backed off. It was the age-old struggle
for mating dominance and the two weakest lost out.
As one of the guys racked up the balls, Brenda picked the teams and was told
that she should break. Brenda agreed and moved toward the end of the table to
take her shot. The whole room's attention was focused on her as she bent over
to take her shot. The three guys, having strategically positioned themselves
on the opposite side of the table, got a picturesque view of Brenda's D-cup
wonders. The view from behind was quite breathtaking as well.
The pool game progressed in the same manner as the break. It was pretty
uneventful until it was Brenda's turn to take a shot. Then the entire room's
attention would focus on her while she leaned over the table, exposing her
awe-inspiring cleavage, to make her shot. No one cared at all about the game,
least of all the three guys in it. Brenda loved the reaction she got out of
everyone in the room. After several games, Brenda remarked that she'd be
heading back home. She turned down the three guys she was playing with along
with some other courageous guys who had been watching her playing pool. Her
excuse was that she needed some sleep, but she just wanted to go make a few
more changes. Brenda figured it'd be fun to try out several different "looks"
and see which one got the best response from the guys.
Brenda made her way back to her dorm without to many leering eyes, but one
guy, who was obviously a bit drunk, grabbed her breasts on the elevator ride
up. "You've got some nice titbags." he said as she got off the elevator.
Brenda slapped him and continued on her way to the dorm. She knew she could
call the cops or file a complaint, but she was hardly in the mood to fill out
forms that night. She was too anxious to return to her room and try out her
power a bit more.