Sarah bent over, lining up her shot just as the Proprietor gripped the pool stick that had impaled her. True to his word, he played with it, spinning, pulling and pushing as she tried to play the game. However, she mused to herself as she rolled her hips against the stick, pretending to fight it a little, a Pool Cue was long and thin. It went through her, sure, but it didn't pressure her as something more... meaty would.

She and Karen had a pool table at Karen's place, and yes, they had done just this to each other, and with Patrick. Hell, they'd even made games of it, riding the cue and using their whole bodies, not their hands to shoot the balls around.

What she was thinking as she deliberately botched her shot in a natural manner, was that this guy had an idea, but not a great execution. And here she was, hoping he would be a bit more forward with either of them!

She waited, watching side-eyes as he made his shot, sinking in another ball. He made another shot, but the ball bounced poorly, and it was Sarah's turn. She went around to the other side of the table, and looked up at the mis-stacked Karen, who was watching and waiting with her own gaze that to the an-trained eye, was a bit of lust. A heaving chest, and hips wiggling, trying to stimulate herself. Sarah watched that with disinterest, instead seeing the message from Karen's hands.

Did she want to switch off?

Sarah shook her head slightly. No need. Let the Proprietor get bored first. She moaned a little from her throat as he did his thing, he had paid for this, and he was going to get what he wanted. She shot, and somehow - magically one might say - sunk a ball. "Lucky," the man said. It was still six to one in his favor. "You won't be so lucky next time," he promised, and he definitely made her miss her next shot.

"I hope you're not going to spend all your time playing with her!" Karen called out.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten you!" he replied as he took his shot and rebuilt his lead. He made his next, and Sarah carefully manipulated the shot to deliver its load into the destination. Karen gave her an approving wink, and with her hands, signaled a certain escalation.

Sarah had to agree, and after he missed his next shot, Sarah leaned out over the table to line up her very easy shot. In fact, she raised her left leg right into the air, twisting her body sideways in an open invitation to do more. But he kept it in his pants, and held her leg high with one hand, thrusting with the other.

Both Sarah and Karen were slightly annoyed that this man was probably 100% gay, and that their usual bag of tricks and enticements wouldn't work. But it wasn't like Patrick wasn't ... awkward about the thought. And they had discussed that if necessary, they would switch brains and minds for the private event. Maybe.

Of course, he could just have that much self-control. That was always a possibility as Sarah landed her shot despite his efforts. It was that easy. She didn't bother shifting her position as she changed her aim and struck again, bouncing the Cue Ball off the far bumper and into a couple other balls, which didn't land in any holes.

And so it went. The ending was never in doubt, just how long it took, and how many points Sarah scored (2). "Well," Karen said as Sarah's throat was currently occupied, "it looks like you won. Oh dear," she flatly added. "Whatever shall happen to poor Sarah? Or me?"

The Proprietor laughed at that. "Good game!" he jovially slapped Sarah on the ass, causing her to hop. Sarah didn't glare at him, instead focusing on her attempts to casually recline. She settled for leaning over the pool table to watch him, hands under her chin, the tip of the stick in her mouth. She had enough of the taste of chalk for a year. "I have to wonder," he asked as he approached Karen, "Are you stuck in there?"

Karen quickly glanced at Sarah, who gave a sign of negation. "Not at all!" she said. "Just undo the restraints, and pull me out as you want. Though I have to warn you, I might not be a good player right now."

"That's OK," he said as he picked up her top box and her feet. He turned the box right side up and took it back to the pool table where he set it down where Sarah could see and Karen could not. Sarah watched as he found the small ankle chains coming undone with a soft click. He pulled one foot and lower leg out of the box, and Karen flexed her toes to show she was still in control. He placed the foot down with care on the table, then removed the other one, placing it well away from the first. This left him with an empty box which he picked up and examined. He walked around with it, and Sarah wasn't in much of a position to watch as she was comfortable where she was. He vanished from her sight, but she watched Karen watching him, and she could hear him behind her.

He didn't expect him to push the box through her.

Sarah's eyes went wide as she felt her stomach and her thighs be cut by the blades, her legs falling against the side of the pool table, and her body's balance being thrown off enough that she fell to the table herself, unable to catch herself in time.

She rolled over with her hands, but the stick prevented her from seeing anything, Karen's hand signals failing as she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her out of the box, and setting her down, legs first, onto the table. "Huh," he sounded pleased with himself as he picked up her legs, and set them down on the table, where he used the box as a cookie cutter to remove her lower legs.

She saved that thought for later.

He moved up, and over her, placing the box over her head, and dropped it, encasing her head in darkness as he removed it. She hoped he didn't damage the table. Oh, and the pole was still inside her. Awkward.

He slid the box, rolling her head with it, and she came to a stop on her right ear when he removed the box. She couldn't see anything from her position, but she did hear Karen compliment him as he walked over to her and then back again. He was bringing her lover over piece by piece and scattering them around the pool table. "Over there!" she heard Karen say, and something being moved. "Here, let me show you a magic trick," Karen added. "Watch her mouth."

Sarah's confusion ended when she felt the very familiar fingers of Karen in her sex, gripping the pool stick and pulling. The pole slid down out of her throat, and she coughed to clear it. "Oooph," she intoned. "All the w...!" her words were cut off as Karen pushed the cue back into her, her fingers following through as well.

A hand was placed on her head, and she was pun around, and Sarah found herself staring at her own pussy, Karen's chest and arms between them, holding both in place. She saw various legs parts scattered about, Karen's head on top of the box, allowing her a commanding view of everything, but no sign of her friend's hips though.

"I like the way you think," the Proprietor said. "Tell me, have you done this sort of thing before?"

"What sort of thing?" Karen asked as she played with Sarah.

"I suppose that's my answer then," the man replied. "So here's what I'm thinking. I'll play one more game. If I win in an even number of turns, the blonde will get put together and provide ... further entertainment." THey all knew what then meant. "Odd turns, and it's the raven-haired woman."

"Deal," Karen replied. "But don't move any of our parts. Make this a challenge."

*  *  *

Patrick was driving back to Karen's place when Sarah came out of the box reserved for such things. "Hey," he said as she stepped lithely through the gap in the front seats of the van and buckled in. "How was it?"

Sarah sighed, crossing Karen's arms over Karen's chest. "Eh, so-so." She went on to relate what happened. "He didn't get his money's worth in the end though. K's gonna stay for a while longer. Probably need a shower when she gets back."

"Make sure not to use all the hot water." Patrick thought about what she said. "OK, that cookie-cuter division? You know, that actually sounds interesting. Say, a clear mis-made box, and we slide in a cutter like an over tray."

"Our theme is pirates," Sarah pointed out. "Though there wasn't much of that going on for the after-show."

"OK then, how about a treasure box that can't hold you, so it takes a 'bite' of sorts each time the lid is closed."

"Stand in the box, slide the lid closed, open the lid, drop down, repeat?"

"Then open the box and tilt it out, spilling the pieces."

"Could work. Need an act to go with it."

"We need an act that is more than barely holding together the tricks you two perform," Patrick stopped at a 4-way.

"Please, you have two nearly naked girls, no one cares about the plot."

"Well I do," Patrick defended himself with a cute pout in Sarah's opinion.

"So, there was that other thing I was thinking about."

"Which was?" he prodded.

"So, you know how he impaled me?"

"Yeah, you were clear about how he did it wrong," Patrick recalled. "Why?"

"So, what if you cut me and Karen up, heads and pussies. My lips to her sex, hers to mine. Stick a pole through both of us at the same time so it goes through both of us."

Patrick imagined that. "A Mobius spit... no, and Infinity Impalement. Put a cloth or something on the pole as it goes through you to show motion," he suggested. "I mean, it could work, but it would be a lot of effort. If we get more people in on the show,"

"No," Sarah ended that conversation with Karen's agreement. And Patrick's.

"Which obviously isn't going to happen, then the extras could help with that. As it is, I would almost think of it as a display piece. Say, with some pre-show prep, it could be showing the grisly fate of these two magical pirates, and then the show is leading up to that point."

Sarah barked out a laugh at that. "With one of the pirates getting munched by a treasure box and put on display!"

"Hey, I make a fine Crusoe who thinks the Pirate women are part of his imagination. Nothing he does to them is real!"

"You're an idiot," Sarah complimented him. "When Karen gets back, we can run some of these ideas by her. She might have some input into them."

"Yeah, I'm sure she will." Patrick agreed. They drove on in silence.

It was as they were getting up to the detached over-sized garage that served as Karen's home that Patrick spoke up again. "At least we pillaged some ideas from this, right?"

"zero out of ten. Would not joke again," Sarah retorted.

"And who does all our scripting again?" he asked as they waited for the door to open.

"You... Oh, wow, K's not happy at all." Sarah leaned forward to wave at her friend as they pulled in, parking on the ground while Karen reclined on a couch, an annoyed look on her face. She barely waved back. "What's up?" Sarah asked as she got out.

"He was one and done," Karen complained. "Barely worth a booty call."

"Well, not everything is going to be a winner," Patrick got out. "Why don't you two get cleaned up and all your body parts sorted out. I'll get the stuff out of the van. We have a couple ideas that might get your attention after."

"Sure," Karen responded. "At least you know how to please a woman," she commented bitterly.

Patrick sighed. That was a fine start.