I had what you people would call a casual encounter, and I’ve just got to tell you about it. I’m kind of a celebrity now — at least around the pool hall.

It is Saturday night, ten-thirty or thereabouts, and I am shooting pool with the neighborhood guys. The joint is crowded, noisy and smoky. Benny, my best buddy, is getting ready to break when all of a sudden the noise dies down and all eyes turn toward the door, mine included. And what do we see but this drop-dead-gorgeous blonde stuffed into a flaming red dress. She’s got the face of an angel and a devil of a body. There are catcalls and whistles as this doll wiggles her way toward the manager’s office in back. She’s got it all: ass, legs, tits, the whole package.

Now right away I peg her as a hooker come in off the street to rest her feet and other body parts. The fact that she went to see Solly, proprietor of this establishment and a man who numbers among his acquaintances individuals of, shall we say, questionable character, makes me think I’ve got the lady’s number.

We are not talking Miss Snow White here.

We are all back to playing pool by the time she sashays out of Solly’s office. She wanders around, moving from table to table, watching a game for a while before moving on. Eventually she finds her way to my table. No way can I concentrate with this gorgeous babe so close, and I blow some easy shots. Benny too. Finally she says, “Can I play the winner?” She has a breathy voice. Real sexy.

“Sure,” I tell her without thinking. Benny nods his head. A few minutes later, he hands the stick to the chick and walks off, but not before giving me a funny smile. At this point it occurs to me that I have put myself behind the eight ball. I racked the balls, wondering if I should play for real or let the chick win. Either way, the guys were going to get on me. I could just hear them.

“It’s all yours,” I said, putting the rack under the table.

“Great. Oh, my name is Ginny. What’s yours?”

“Louis.”

Introductions out of the way, I stepped back and watched Ginny line up the cue ball. The professional way she gripped the stick and her smooth, fluid stroke should have told me something. She knocks down two balls in the break and then goes to work. I stand there with my mouth open as Ginny knocks down ball after ball, lining up each shot like a pro. Boom, boom, boom. No sooner does she make one impossible shot than she makes another. My head is spinning. All the guys had gathered around to watch, and when the last ball rolled softly into a corner pocket, they let out a cheer. Then they drifted away, for which I was glad. But I knew they’d razz me good later.

“Where’d you learn to shoot like that?” I asked.

Ginny smiled and moved closer. “I’m good at a lot of games, Louie. Want to play some more?” I told her I had been humiliated enough for one day. “Not pool, silly,” she says. She leans into me and whispers in my ear. “Fucking. You and me, Louie.” It was a tempting suggestion, but I told Ginny I didn’t have much cash on me. She looked shocked. “I’m not a pro, Louie. I just thought we could have a nice time together.”

Before I can say anything, Ginny hooks her arm in mine and out of the poolroom we go into the night. I knew the guys were green with envy. Outside at the curb there was this shiny black limo. “Get in,” Ginny says, smiling sweetly. When I start to protest, she informs me that it’s hers. The gal is full of surprises.

She gives the driver the name of a swanky apartment building and we take off. Now here’s this downtown guy going uptown in a limo with a dazzling blonde at his side. Unbelievable. It got even better when Ginny snuggled real close and started kissing me and feeling me up. With her luscious lips mashed against mine and her hand down there between my legs rubbing up a storm, I am in another world. By the time we get to the apartment building, I have a boner that could have drilled through a brick wall.

Ginny led me through a sumptuous lobby to the elevator, which took us to the twelfth floor and a suite you wouldn’t believe. It was the kind of place movie stars stay in. Before I could ask how she could afford it, Ginny explained that she was the mistress of a very generous older gentleman. “He’s real nice, and a good fuck, too. And he doesn’t mind if I occasionally entertain my friends here.”

Ginny made us each a drink and we sat on the couch, talking. I am still trying to figure out why she is being so nice to me when she suddenly makes it all clear. It seems her gentleman friend is a heavy gambler — the ponies, mostly — and he had placed a large wager with Solly’s bookie on a horse I had touted Solly on. I remembered telling Solly the horse was a lock and how happy he had been when the horse won, but I didn’t know he had passed the info on to anybody else. “So my friend thought you should be thanked properly,” Ginny concluded.

I had to smile. I hadn’t been able to get down on the horse myself due to a temporary cash shortage, and I’d lost out on a nice piece of change. But now I was going to be rewarded in an even better way. There was a God after all.

Ginny suddenly puts her glass down and stands up. As I sat on the couch taking it all in, she did a slow, sexy striptease to a song she hummed. By the time she is naked, I have a boner to beat all boners. She is the most beautiful female I have ever had the good fortune to view in the altogether. Perfect in every way, from the top of her curly blonde head to her cute little polished toenails.

Not much later, there I am in the bedroom, on satin sheets, no less, with Ginny crouched on the bed at my side and sucking my cock to beat the band. This, this was a blowjob. Ginny knew what she was doing, and I couldn’t help but be envious of her gentleman friend, who got to enjoy her wicked oral technique all the time. She licked, nibbled, kissed and sucked my hard-on like it was the nicest one she’d ever seen. She even paid attention to my balls, giving them a good going-over too.

Finally she slithers up my body, mashing her big tits against my chest as she smiles down at me. “How ’bout doing me now?” she says. “Will you eat my pussy?” Eat her pussy? I wanted to eat her whole!

With Ginny on her back, I went to town on that magnificent body, starting with her face and working downward, licking here, kissing there, sucking on her nipples, even digging my tongue into her cute little navel. The scent of her pussy was fantastic and I dove right in, mashing my face into that furry hole and slurping up all that delicious juice.

If there’s one thing I’m pretty good at, it’s eating pussy, and it made me feel real good to hear Ginny’s sighs and moans as I worked her over. And when she said, “Oh, Louie, you’re so good,” and a moment later, “Oh, I’m coming,” I felt like a fucking expert.

A few minutes later, I am on my back again and Ginny is lowering herself onto my big boner. She got this wonderful look of pleasure on her face as she put all of me inside her. The look on my face must have been pretty hot too, because her pussy closed around my cock like a velvet glove, squeezing it so nice and tight. And now she is moving up and down and grinding into me like she wants to squeeze all the pleasure out of my hard cock. She took my hands and placed them on her tits as she continued riding me, a little faster now.

Before I know it, she is bouncing up and down like a cowgirl breaking a bronc, moaning and crying out as I squeeze her tits hard and pinch her stiff nipples. Now, I’ve got pretty good staying power, but this was too much. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I let out a groan and sent my load flying up into her pussy. This got Ginny off again, and it hurt a little when she dug her long nails into my chest as she exploded. Ginny collapsed on top of me with a long sigh, resting her head on my shoulder as I caressed her back. “That was terrific, Louie,” she said contentedly.

Later, Ginny kissed me goodbye at the door and told me that if I had any more “sure things,” to be sure and tell Solly. I told her she could count on it. Back outside on the street, I checked my watch. If I hurried, I could make it back to the pool hall before it closed. Fucking Ginny had been great, but almost as good would be telling the guys all about it. Louie, the lover. Yeah, that’s me.