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The Pool Hall Trap TG
🕑 Added 2025-03-05 12:00:05 +0000 UTCRyan had always prided himself on being the best pool player in his group of friends. He knew the angles, mastered every trick shot, and never turned down a challenge. So, when his roommate, Jessica, invited him to her weekly game night at the upscale lounge downtown, he jumped at the chance to show off his skills.
“I hope you’re ready,” Ryan said with a cocky grin. “You’re looking at the undefeated pool champ.”
Jessica just smiled. “We’ll see about that.”
The lounge was sleek and modern, with dim lighting and an atmosphere that screamed luxury. Ryan expected a laid-back game night, but the moment they walked in, he realized he was out of his element. The room was filled with Jessica’s friends—most of them models or influencers—and they were all dressed to impress.
“Whoa,” Ryan muttered, suddenly feeling underdressed in his jeans and t-shirt.
Jessica leaned in. “Don’t worry. You’ll fit right in soon enough.”
That comment should have set off alarm bells, but Ryan was too focused on the pool table. He chalked his cue and watched as Jessica racked up the balls.
“Let’s make it interesting,” Jessica said, giving him a playful glance. “Loser has to do a dare. Deal?”
Ryan smirked. “Deal. Hope you’re ready to embarrass yourself.”
The game started out easy enough. Ryan sank a few balls, feeling confident, but Jessica was surprisingly good. With each shot, she closed the gap until they were down to the final ball.
“You’re not bad,” Ryan admitted. “But this is where it ends.”
He lined up his shot, took a deep breath, and… missed.
Jessica grinned triumphantly. “Looks like you’re my dare victim!”
Ryan chuckled nervously. “Alright, what’s the dare?”
Jessica tapped her chin, pretending to think. Then her eyes lit up with mischief. “You’re going to be our pool lounge queen for the night.”
Ryan blinked. “What does that mean?”
“It means you’re getting a full makeover,” Jessica said, motioning to her friends. “And we just so happen to have the perfect outfit for you.”
Before Ryan could back away, two of Jessica’s friends, Tara and Mia, grabbed him by the arms and dragged him into a nearby dressing room.
“This is insane,” Ryan protested. “I’m not wearing whatever you’ve got planned!”
“Oh, but you are,” Tara said with a wicked grin. She held up a black bikini—the tiniest bikini Ryan had ever seen.
“There’s no way,” Ryan said, shaking his head.
Mia laughed. “You lost the bet. A dare’s a dare.”
They handed him the bikini and waited expectantly. Realizing he had no way out, Ryan reluctantly stripped down and put it on. It was snug, revealing far more than he was comfortable with, and he felt utterly ridiculous.
But the girls weren’t done. They sat him down and began applying makeup, adding false lashes, bronzer, and a glossy pink lip. By the time they finished, Ryan barely recognized himself in the mirror.
“Oh my god,” Mia said, clapping her hands. “You look stunning!”
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Tara agreed. “You’re going to be the star of the lounge tonight.”
Ryan tried to bolt for the door, but Jessica caught him. “Not so fast, sweetheart,” she said, handing him a pool cue. “We still have some games to play.”
She led him back to the main room, where the other guests erupted in laughter and cheers. Ryan’s face turned bright red.
“Meet Nikki,” Jessica announced. “Our new pool queen!”
The next hour was a blur of humiliating moments. Jessica and her friends insisted he play several games in his new outfit, making him pose for photos after each shot. The worst part was how convincing he looked. Several guys at the lounge approached him, offering to buy him drinks.
“Uh, no thanks,” Ryan said awkwardly, trying to wave them off.
Jessica leaned in, whispering in his ear. “You’re handling this surprisingly well. Maybe you’re a natural.”
Ryan shot her a glare. “I’m never letting you talk me into another bet.”
The girls just laughed, snapping more pictures. By the end of the night, Ryan was exhausted, humiliated, and ready to bury this experience deep in his memory.
As they left the lounge, Jessica grinned. “You know, you made a pretty good pool queen. We might have to do this again sometime.”
“Not a chance,” Ryan muttered, but deep down, he knew he’d never live it down.
