<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/11374025_1613015822279967_24781347_n.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amor Ocampo<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Personal Vacation Planner<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 4 | Very Late Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Game Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See Avi<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Caroline Wafford<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Impending Homoerotica<br/><hr/><br/>She wasn’t ready to sleep.  Her body hummed with energy.  The last few days had been a dream, a highly sensual, deeply erotic dream.  There was too much to do, too much to see to sleep.  Tonight it seemed the mansion was fairly quiet.  She liked to think the distant sound she heard were gasps and moans of vacationers in various states of ecstasy.  A couple hurried by laughing quietly laughing and nibbling at each other’s necks.<br/><br/>Amor smiled and moved aside the large hallway to let them by without disturbing them.  They were a cute couple.  She would have joined them if they asked, she had that much pent up energy left in her from the day.  She needed a release before going to bed, but it looked like she was going to be alone for the evening.  A set of stiletto heels dangled from her finger tips giving her feet a rest while she padded along quietly unsure of where she was going but figuring she would know it when she got there.<br/><br/>The game room presented itself shortly as a possible valve for release.  Amor had always enjoyed pool.  She wasn’t great at it, but it was fun to shoot a little at the local dive near her apartment with friends after work.  These tables were nothing like the ones at the bar.  They were full sized to start.  Large enough for Amor to lie splayed out upon with room remaining.  That was a delicious thought.  She tossed her heels on a nearby stool and eyed the lovely table.<br/><br/>The felt was grass green with hardly a mark on it.  Amor ran her fingers along the hard wood edge of the table first, before letting their tips brush the soft green fibers.  It was pulled taut, plush and smooth.  It tickled the nerves of her fingers and she pressed her hand against the delicate fabric.  It was like feeling luxury.<br/><br/><em>‘This will do nicely.’ </em><br/><br/>Amor pulled a cue off their wall stand and rolled it across the table.  It never wobbled. The balls were already racked and ready.  She set the cue-ball up in line with the delta at the other side of the table and leaned down over edge spreading the fingers of her left hand out on the smooth velvet expanse.  She eased the long shaft into the soft pocket she made with her middle and index fingers.  Her right hand held the base of the shaft in a relaxed, but controlling grip.  She leaned down over the table and shaft and slid it through her fingers to get a feel of how it lined up with the cue ball.  Amor eyed the shot and drew in her breath slowly as she pulled back on the stick.  Her breath caught in her throat at the end of the slow draw and she thrust the shaft forward, her right hand tightening slightly at the end of the long stoke.<br/><br/><em>Crack!</em><br/>