Carter, manager of an exclusive all- female pool tour discovers Roz in a backstreet pool hall. When he sees her bending to take her shot, he cant resist putting his marker down to play her. But when Carter signs Roz up to his tour she discovers that the dominant Carter has a taste fro the perverse, enforces a strict training regime and that an exhibition match is just that.

'How about a split deal, then?'
The slim blonde straightened again, frowning and shaking her head as she turned back towards him.
'I don't follow..'
'You win the best of five games, I give you fifty quid, but if you happen to lose, I'm going to expect some extra special attention from that mouth of yours.'
'Excuse me?'
'Down on your knees in the gents' toilets. For as long as it takes until I come in your throat.' Carter smiled, watching her face pail at his description. 'How does that sound to you?'
'Perverted.'
His eyes never left her face. 'But You haven't slapped me yet.'
'Are we talking cash?'
'Naturally.'

What on earth was the Table Rack and how much would it hurt, she wondered? It sounded even worse than the trials she had endured at the tournament last night but whatever this new torture might entail she was clearly about to experience it. Her hatred for Paula grew steadily as he continued speaking. 'Sort that out straight away, Carter. I thing the best idea would be to leave her on the Rack all night. That way we can finish our business tonight and assess the girls performance in the morning.'
'Yes, sir,' Cater murmured, his face expressionless as he yanked Roz to her feet and dragged towards the door.

Spread-eagled faced down across the pool table like a helpless sacrifice to some ancient god, Roz tried unsuccessfully to move her arms and legs but was too tightly secured to move more than an inch or so in any direction. Her groan of defeat appeared to satisfy Carter, who stepped back from the table and nodded.

'That should keep you out of mischief tonight. I'll be back in the morning to see how you've coped.'

'Go ahead. It's only the practice table and a few urine stains won't make a difference,' Carter bent down to her face, his eyes lingering on her parted lips as he wanted to slip something between them.
'Filthy bastard!'
But that insult merely earned her another punishment. With an open palm, Cater slapped her bare buttocks several times in quick succession, her cries of pain humiliation apparently amusing him. Roz struggled in her chains again, pressed faced down on the pool table, but she knew position to be hopeless. She would not be going anywhere until he or McNaughton chose to release her in the morning. Though no doubt even that release will come at a price.

Story Overview

Roz is a very determined lady who is also very submissive, she is very sexually aware of herself, however the knowledge she has learn't in the pool halls will surely be put to the test as well as her own endurance.

Carter, recruits Roz for his pool team and he is her manager, however he is not in charge his boss Mcnaughton is who hasn't an ounce of feeling for the girls, he is in this for the money, however Carter in his own way does care for the girls but he has been able to keep at a professional level until Roz came along.

For me I felt I was cheering Roz on all the way through the book, and I felt she had lots of courage.

Summary

This is a very good book, the author's use of vocabulary does give you a very graphic view of the story, and I felt didn't hold back. The book is very racy, and certainly isn't boring in any sense of the word. To be honest I didn't want the book to end.