Jack 's station

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly secret plan of pool can be very revealing
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Jack 's seat is my favorite bar. It could be because of the booster I have there or the girlfriend I meet there or my ducky brand of drab beer always being usable in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is diddly actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful cleaning woman I have ever seen. I could go there every dark just to find out her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her outfit is almost always a pair of release fitting blue jeans and an equally informal Black person tee shirt with the Jack 's seat logo on the battlefront in white,

I started going to gob 's stead because of the Friday night after hours pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am windup time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tournament room. She would call last beat on drunkenness and then open a doorway into a back room that held a full- sized, regulation, pocket billiards table. The ingress fee was ten one dollar bill. slope bets were optional. Jaqui would pick up the money, usher everyone into the elbow room, deliver the deglutition, post one-half of the money in a large winner 's trophy on one of the board, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tournament elbow room. After drawing the blinds on the window, she would go to a belittled staircase that led up to her flat and announce, `` Make trusted your crook out the brightness level and make sure that the alley door conclusion behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to love mariner 's station arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her gens. She always said, `` Just promise me Honey, cause I 'm the sweetest affair you 'll ever meet, but I 've got a stinger if you get too close. '' She only came into the bar on Fri 's and she always arrived about 1:45, just in fourth dimension for the pond tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the achiever kept playing as long as there was a competitor. It was purely a finale man standing tournament, so whoever won the last game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side stakes. The wager was standard, you had to throw a ten into the cup to gainsay, and it was one dollar for the secret plan and one dollar sign for every Lucille Ball you left on the table when your opposite sank the 8 clod. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the boodle plus two dollars for every ball on the table.

Honey usually went home with the cup money. She was expert, damned skilful, but she had an unjust reward. She wore fairly short skirts and every metre she leaned over the table to film, you could see her besotted, tan, petty ass peeking at you from behind a couple of blanched lace step-in. It indisputable broke your concentration.

After respective calendar week, it was obvious that she was the scoop player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the defer one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` dearest 's stinger. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would wave her little coggle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday nighttime. '' Everything started as usual and went as common. Honey played like a pro, flashed her panty like a vamp, and was ready to leave alone 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, Honey, '' came a sultry result from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the cervix off the beer nursing bottle I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her flat stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my furious dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black pants that ended just below her stifle. 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 grimace and her makeup was double-dyed. She literally steamed with gender and the lustfulness in her center was very patent. No wonder none of the men at sea dog 's Place had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a especial plot to end the evening, dear ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the game and a hundred for every globe if you win. If I win, I get to whisk your bare ass right there on that table. Once for the game and once for each ballock on the table. What do you think, dearest, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' Honey stood and looked at Jaqui for a while 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 secret plan of billiards in any tourney for any sum of money of money held the attention of the interview like that secret plan. love broke and sank three solids. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left beloved a really bad scene. She managed to get one, but could n't set for another. Jaqui then sank four in a row, but blew the fifth part for no patent intellect. honey easily sank her fifth and 6th balls and tried to line up on her close ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. love could n't get a enough shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's musket ball. She made a bang-up endeavour with a three banking company, come from behind shot, but the Lucille Ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining band and lined up on the 8 ball.

'' You ready to get your ass whipped, Honey ? '' she asked as she dropped the 8 in a English pocket.

dearest was totally childlike and gasping for breather. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might drop off. She never had before.

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

'' Another secret plan, '' stammered Honey. `` House pattern are that all bet ride to the next game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think guy wire ? Those are the house rules. This was a special game, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will accept her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per glob against four swats. And, Honey, in sheath you did n't notification, the ante is one century. ''

'' I do n't have got 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 buck credit for those lace panties. Just omit them in the cup and we 're fix to rack. ``

dear hesitated and looked around like a immobilize bunny rabbit in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or free fall you drawers and tilt over the tabular array for two swats with that envision leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost crying, love reached down and removed her step-in and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glued to this secret plan would be the greatest understatement of all meter. Even showing her ass to the unit room every time she shot, love was still a much ameliorate player than Jaqui. love never seemed to make a misapprehension while Jaqui made error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for dearest to make the most of her shots. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's testis still on the table, but both balls were in just the incorrectly spot and Honey did n't sink the 8. Both stroke by Jaqui were really weak, but the orb just managed to go down. She left herself a awful net shot, however, the cue was slightly in the face air hole and it would film at least one banking company to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the niche pocket. ``

dearest just stood at the end of the table with her oral fissure open. `` That 's four swats you 've got coming, Honey, unless you want to ante up for another game. ``

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

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

'' A thou, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How Honey could place upright naked in a room full of men and act pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hired hand, played even high-risk. She did n't slide down a single Ball. Her luck held, however, and beloved was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each bout. dearest sank her death musket ball and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's orchis was in just the wrong topographic point and Honey had to settle for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to worst Honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

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

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

Jaqui lined up on the six ball 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 formal before scratching in the close corner pocket.

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

Honey smugly walked to the end of the table to retrieve the cue bollock, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her optic widened and her confront turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's utmost wild blastoff, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a stiff band of Jaqui 's balls. With the six ball returned to the table on the smear, the gate to the corral was efficient closed. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two inches, she would come up. There were 8 balls on the tabular array. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten sentence that plus twice that for every formal on the table. 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 outset game had been a set up to bring her to this dot. There was one possible outflow, however. If she applied the right English people, she might be able to get through at the rail and make out a guard on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite wide-eyed enough and one of Jaqui 's ballock rolled toward the middle of the table. It was a scratch on the 8 Lucille Ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the mesa and bent over it with her hands stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please halt her over the board, I 've got some whipping to do, '' announced Jaqui. No one moved. We really were n't surely what to do.

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

With that Jaqui laid her cue down on the board. The end of the cue was in the corner pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 nut and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the table. `` It was a straightaway in dig - XL thousand dollars in soft money. But I was volition to bet that little dearest here, deep down, is a pain slut who would love to be my slave forever.

Honey just lay her nerve on the table and began to moan softly.

We held Honey 's helping hand and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real laborious, but every one of the 264 fourth dimension. When she was done, Jaqui lifted love 's face up toward hers and said, `` I want to find you kneeling naked at the end of my bed when I come up there. Do n't bear upon yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just waiting at the end of my bed like a adept slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make indisputable the alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the step. As I left, for the first time, I stopped to actually study what it said on that battered old prize that held the Nox 's winnings as well as honey 's clothing. It read, `` First Place public Billiards put-on Shot Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''