Hustle and Bustle

Standing stock upright due to my restrictive garments I played the most woeful of shots on the billiard table.
"Captain Foswhacket, I simply can't get the angle to play a decent shot, my bustle is far too restrictive. You've bested me this time." I declared.
The captain suddenly had a wicked glint in his eye, I knew he wanted to suggest I remove some garments but he was far too much of a gentleman to suggest it. However I knew the only way to beat him, and to win the wager would be to disrobe.
"Perhaps if I were not restricted so, then I could at least put up more of a challenge."
"A...A.... Are you suggesting that you wish to.... to...disrobe?" The usually cool captain stuttered. "Miss Bucquet, I feel it would be improper for you to do so."
"Captain," I declared calmly, though I felt anything but calm, "I do believe you are acquainted with me enough by now to call me Fanny. It would be improper for me to disrobe however wouldn't it be more improper for a gentleman such as yourself not to allow me the opportunity to compete fairly in our wager?" I smiled coquettishly at the red-faced captain. I had given him enough reason to allow me to continue.
"W…w…well if you put it that way, I suppose I have no choice."
As I started to undress the captain looked away, but soon enough he was watching me. I started by untying and then removing my bonnet, followed by my stiff overcoat. My more delicate housecoat was next.
"Captain, I'll need your assistance with the buttons on my dress please."
The captain almost exploded with excitement at the prospect. He shuffled over to me, trying to hide the disgusting bulge in his britches no doubt, and bade me turn around. As I felt his fat sweaty fingers fumble clumsily with my pearl buttons I couldn't help but smile to myself, I had him right were I wanted him.
Soon enough all of my buttons were undone and I slipped my dress off. The captain returned to his original position.
I unhooked my bustle and let it fall to the floor with a thud, followed by my undershirt and petticoat. I was left standing in my girdle, bloomers, stockings and boots.
"There, that's much better." I said. The captain had turned an alarming shade of red. In the next five minutes I played several shots, making sure to expose as much cleavage and bare skin as I dared.
I missed my last shot but I still felt confident as I had one more trick up my sleeve.
"Oh dear, if you make this shot then you will have won." I said.
"Hmm, yes, yes I believe you're right." Said the captain dreamily.
As he leaned over the table to take his winning shot I clasped my palms together and tried to make my elbows touch. This had the effect of pushing my bosoms up and together. The captain let fly with the cue, ripping the baize and sending the cue ball flying off the table and smashing through the window.
"Oh dear captain," I exclaimed, "it looks as if I've won. Please write my cheque out while I get dressed."
As I put my things on the captain went to his desk to write my cheque. As he was writing it he muttered. "I do believe you've hustled me you little strumpet."
"Why captain, how could you accuse me of such a thing?"
As I departed from the captain's house I looked at my prize and read out loud. "I, Captain Foswhacket, promise to pay Miss Fanny Lyka Bucquet ten thousand pounds."
"Damn," I thought, "how does he know my middle name?"