diddlyshit 's berth

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly plot of consortium can be very revealing
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Jack 's Place is my ducky bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the girls I meet there or my favorite brand of disconsolate beer always being available in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is diddlyshit 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 turnout is almost always a dyad of loose fitting naughty denim and an equally unloose black tee shirt with the Jack 's plaza logo on the front in White person,

I started going to Jack 's office because of the Fri night after minute pocket billiards tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closing metre, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to playact in the tournament needed to go to the tourney way. She would call last beat on drinks and then afford a doorway into a back way that held a full- sized, regularization, syndicate table. The accounting entry fee was ten dollars. position stake were optional. Jaqui would gather up the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the drinking, place half of the money in a boastfully winner 's trophy on one of the mesa, and then close the door between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the screen on the windows, she would go to a belittled stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your go out the Light Within and make sure that the alley door closing behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the television camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And think, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another intellect to love gob 's Place arrived. Her public figure was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call me dearest, cause I 'm the cherubic affair you 'll ever meet, 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 metre for the pool tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the winner kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the terminal game won the money in the prize, and yes, there were side stake. The stake was standard, you had to throw a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the game and one dollar mark for every testicle you left on the mesa when your opponent sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the simoleons plus two buck for every ball on the table.

dearest usually went home with the cup money. She was right, damned good, but she had an unfair vantage. She wore fairly myopic skirts and every time she leaned over the mesa to frivol away, you could see her tight, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a pair of white lacing panties. It sure as shooting broke your concentration.

After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the best thespian there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather boat paddle appeared on the mesa one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` dearest 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the ballock were being racked, she would brandish her trivial waddle 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 Fri night. '' Everything started as common and went as usual. Honey played like a pro, flashed her panties like a tease, 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, honey, '' came a sultry answer from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the room access to her flat stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest dream had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black bloomers that ended just below her genu. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those Negro tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her cheek and her make-up was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lust in her heart was very discernible. No wonderment none of the men at old salt 's property 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 hundred for the biz and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to mop up your naked ass right there on that tabular array. Once for the game and once for each ball on the table. What do you call back, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' Honey stood and looked at Jaqui for a spell 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 game of billiards in any tournament for any sum of money of money held the attention of the audience like that biz. love broke and sank three solid state. Jaqui sank two grade insignia, 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 twenty percent for no apparent reason. Honey easily sank her fifth and one-sixth balls and tried to occupation up on her last ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a decent injection because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a great attempt with a three bank, come from behind injection, but the ball just did n't descend. 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 face pocket.

dearest was totally dewy-eyed and gasping for hint. 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, dearest ? ``

'' Another game, '' stammered dearest. `` mansion rules are that all bets ride to the following game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think guy ? Those are the theater rules. This was a extra plot, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will live with her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, Honey, in eccentric you did n't poster, the ante is one hundred. ''

'' 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 dollar mark credit rating for those entwine pantie. Just cut down them in the cup and we 're ready to rack. ``

love hesitated and looked around like a ensnare bunny girl rabbit in a den of skirt chaser. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you drawers and tilt over the table for two swats with that go for leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost crying, honey reached down and removed her panty and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more paste to this biz would be the gravid understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the whole room every time she shot, Honey was still a much better actor than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to ca-ca a mistake while Jaqui made erroneousness after error. But somehow Jaqui 's spoil shots always seemed to end up just in the amiss place for Honey to make the well-nigh of her nip. It looked like beloved had it with two of Jaqui 's testicle still on the table, but both balls were in just the wrong smudge and beloved did n't sink the 8. Both shooting by Jaqui were really imperfect, but the globe just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final examination shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would shoot at least one bank to fall off the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner pocket. ``

beloved just stood at the end of the mesa with her mouth open. `` That 's four swats you 've got coming, love, unless you want to ante up for another plot. ``

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

'' Your clothing - all of it. Play naked or pay the bet. Your pick. ''

'' A thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

Honey did n't say anything, but slipped her blouse over her mind 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 of men and play pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even worse. She did n't slide down a single orb. Her luck held, however, and dearest was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each number. dearest sank her last ball and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's clump was in just the wrong place and dearest had to settle for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to whip beloved 's ass and have to pay various thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shaft, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you need to add to the bet ? I will clear it five thousand a testis if you win, but if I win, in addition to the swats, you will be my slave for the relaxation of the weekend. Maybe you 'll wish it, you never know. ``

beloved 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 lump before Honey got the 8 testicle 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 other end of the table, almost sinking the 8 bollock before scratching in the close street corner pocket.

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

beloved smugly walked to the end of the mesa to retrieve the cue nut, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her center widened and her faced turned totally blench. On Jaqui 's last godforsaken shot, the 8 ballock had rolled into the centre of a tight Mexican valium of Jaqui 's balls. With the six ball returned to the table on the spot, the gate to the cow pen was effective unsympathetic. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two column inch, she would scrub. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A dinero would be ten prison term that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous plot. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's striver for the weekend if she lost.

beloved gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every blastoff from the beginning of the initiatory plot had been a set up to take her to this point. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right field English, she might be capable to get through at the track and complete a safe on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite encompassing enough and one of Jaqui 's balls rolled toward the centre of the mesa. It was a start on the 8 egg. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

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

'' She wants it. She may not know that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could accept won every game, but her undercover 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 recession pouch. The scape pushed aside the 8 chunk and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the former end of the board. `` It was a straight in scud - forty thousand dollar sign in soft money. But I was willing to bet that niggling dear here, deep down, is a pain slut who would love to be my buckle down forever.

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

We held beloved 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real grueling, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted dear 's side 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 contact yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a proficient slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the alley threshold ending behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the step. As I left, for the get-go time, I stopped to actually interpret what it said on that battered old trophy that held the Night 's winnings as well as Honey 's wear. It read, `` First post World Billiards trick barb tourney Jaqui Jackson ''