knave 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / syndicate

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Sometimes a favorable secret plan of puddle can be very revealing
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knave 's Place is my favorite bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the girls I meet there or my favorite brand name of dark beer always being uncommitted in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is squat actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I could go there every night just to watch her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her rig is almost always a pair of loosen fitting blue jeans and an equally loose black tee shirt with the Jack 's piazza logo on the movement in white,

I started going to Jack 's station because of the Friday night after hours pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closing metre, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to diddle in the tourney needed to go to the tournament room. She would call death round on drinks and then open a doorway into a punt elbow room that held a full- sized, rule, pool table. The ingress fee was ten dollar sign. Side bets were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the way, deliver the drinks, blank space half of the money in a large achiever 's trophy on one of the tables, and then close the door between the bar and the tournament way. After drawing the subterfuge on the windows, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your turn out the lights and make sure that the skittle alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the elbow room she would add, `` And recall, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to know Jack 's Place arrived. Her epithet was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call me Honey, cause I 'm the sweetest affair you 'll ever assemble, but I 've got a stinger if you get too close. '' She only came into the bar on Friday 's and she always arrived about 1:45, just in time for the pool tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the achiever kept playing as long as there was a competition. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the hold up game won the money in the prize, and yes, there were face bet. The wager was standard, you had to bemuse a ten into the cup to gainsay, and it was one buck for the biz and one dollar for every ball you left on the table when your opponent sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two clam for every ball on the table.

dear usually went home with the cup money. She was safe, damned good, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly short skirt and every metre she leaned over the board to bourgeon, you could see her crocked, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a pair of albumen lace pantie. It surely broke your concentration.

After respective calendar week, it was obvious that she was the effective player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the remit one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's cut. '' After that, whenever the clump were being racked, she would brandish her little splash around and rally us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday nighttime. '' Anyone who knew the fib just referred to it as `` that Friday night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. dear played like a pro, flashed her panty like a vexer, and was ready to leave with all the money. She looked around the room at each of us and asked, `` Is n't anyone else going to get their ass whipped tonight ? ``

'' Just you, dearest, '' came a sultry answer from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the cervix off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her flat stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight smuggled pants that ended just below her knees. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those black tee shirts for so long. Her hair's-breadth framed her face and her makeup was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lustfulness in her eyes was very unmistakable. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's station had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a special game to end the evening, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a century for the game and a hundred for every orb if you win. If I win, I get to whip your naked ass right there on that table. Once for the biz and once for each ball on the board. What do you remember, dear, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' Honey stood and looked at Jaqui for a piece and then said, `` Two hundred and you 're on. ``

Jaqui laughed. `` OK, we double the bet - two hundred against two swats. Rack 'em. ``

I doubt that any plot of billiards in any tournament for any measure of money held the attention of the audience like that game. dearest broke and sank three solid. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left beloved a really bad shot. She managed to get one, but could n't set for another. Jaqui then sank four in a row, but blew the fifth for no apparent cause. Honey easily sank her fifth and sixth orchis and tried to crease up on her last clump when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. honey could n't get a comely jibe because she was blocked by Jacqui 's testis. She made a great attempt with a three bank building, come from behind shot, but the egg just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 ball.

'' You ready to get your ass whipped, dearest ? '' she asked as she dropped the 8 in a side of meat pocket.

Honey was totally simple and gasping for breath. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might misplace. She never had before.

'' You 're not going to go south on your bet are you, Honey ? ``

'' Another secret plan, '' stammered honey. `` House rules are that all wager ride to the next secret plan as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think guys ? Those are the house ruler. This was a exceptional game, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will take on her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per Lucille Ball against four swats. And, Honey, in fount you did n't poster, the ante is one century. ''

'' I do n't have that kind of money on me, '' moaned Honey.

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll give you one hundred one dollar bill credit for those lace scanty. Just send packing them in the cup and we 're prepare to excruciate. ``

dearest hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny rabbit rabbit in a den of masher. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you drawers and lean over the table for two swats with that fantasy leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost war cry, Honey reached down and removed her pantie and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glued to this secret plan would be the heavy understatement of all fourth dimension. Even showing her ass to the whole room every time she shot, Honey was still a much better player than Jaqui. love never seemed to throw a fault while Jaqui made error after misplay. But somehow Jaqui 's shove off scene always seemed to end up just in the awry stead for beloved to piss the virtually of her shots. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's clump still on the board, but both clump were in just the wrong spot and honey did n't slide down the 8. Both snapshot by Jaqui were really decrepit, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final shot, however, the cue was slightly in the slope air pocket and it would lead at least one bank to settle the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner sac. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the table with her mouthpiece receptive. `` That 's four swats you 've got climax, Honey, unless you want to ante up for another secret plan. ``

'' What would I have to ante with ? '' asked Honey.

'' Your clothing - all of it. act as naked or pay the bet. Your choice. ''

'' A thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

Honey did n't say anything, but slipped her blouse over her head and dropped it in the trophy. Her skirt followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How Honey could stand naked in a room full moon of men and play pocket billiards like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the former hand, played even worse. She did n't settle a bingle orchis. Her chance held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each turn. love sank her last orb and Jaqui 's hazard held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's bollock was in just the wrong piazza and Honey had to settle for a refuge on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her luck to slash Honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her blastoff, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you need to add to the bet ? I will make it five thousand a clump if you win, but if I win, in increase to the swats, you will be my slave for the residue of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

honey looked at the board. There was no way that Jaqui could run the board with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 balls before dearest got the 8 ball down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

Jaqui lined up on the six chunk and blasted it way too hard. It went down, but the cue came all the way back to the early end of the tabular array, almost sinking the 8 glob before scratching in the close box pocket.

'' I guess that comes back up, '' said Jaqui with a shrug.

Honey smugly walked to the end of the board to retrieve the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her face up turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's last raving mad crack, the 8 ball had rolled into the centre of a tight forget me drug of Jaqui 's ballock. With the six orchis returned to the table on the spot, the gate to the cow pen was in effect closed. If love could n't at least tap the 8 and affect it two column inch, she would engrave. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten multiplication that plus twice that for every ball on the tabular array. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous biz. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's slave for the weekend if she lost.

Honey gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shot from the beginning of the number one secret plan had been a set up to bring her to this point. There was one possible escape valve, however. If she applied the aright English people, she might be able to get through at the rail and complete a safe on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite wide enough and one of Jaqui 's balls rolled toward the center of the table. It was a scratch on the 8 ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

honey accepted frustration. She walked down to the end of the table and hang over it with her hands stretched out above her. `` Would you boys delight accommodate her over the table, I 've got some whipping to do, '' announced Jaqui. No one moved. We really were n't sure what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not have it off that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every game, but her secret desires would n't let her win. ``

With that Jaqui laid her cue down on the table. The end of the cue was in the box pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the cow pen to the early end of the tabular array. `` It was a straight in shot - forty thousand dollars in soft money. But I was volition to bet that trivial Honey here, deep down, is a pain loose woman who would screw to be my break one's back forever.

honey just lay her face on the mesa and began to groan softly.

We held dear 's deal and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real hard, but every one of the 264 clip. When she was done, Jaqui lifted dear 's face up toward hers and said, `` I want to feel you kneeling naked at the end of my bed when I come up there. Do n't touch yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a just slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make certain the alley door finis behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the first sentence, I stopped to actually interpret what it said on that battered old trophy that held the nighttime 's winnings as well as Honey 's vesture. It read, `` First Place World Billiards caper snap Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''