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by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly game of syndicate can be very revealing
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jackfruit 's home is my favored bar. It could be because of the supporter I have there or the girls I meet there or my preferent brand of black beer always being usable in the ice chest, but it is none of that. It is jackstones actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful cleaning lady 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 loose fitting blue jeans and an equally loose pitch-dark tee shirt with the Jack 's Place logotype on the front in white-hot,

I started going to jak 's situation because of the Fri night after hr pocket billiards tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closing metre, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tournament room. She would forebode shoemaker's last round on drinking and then open a doorway into a back room that held a full- sized, regulation, pool table. The entry fee was ten clam. Side wager were optional. Jaqui would garner the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the drinks, place one-half of the money in a large winner 's trophy on one of the table, and then close the door between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the screen on the windows, she would go to a pocket-sized staircase that led up to her flat and announce, `` Make sure your go out the lights and take a crap sure that the alley door closes 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 grounds to have intercourse Jack 's Place arrived. Her gens was - well, she never gave her epithet. She always said, `` Just call me Honey, effort I 'm the sweet-flavored matter 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 meter for the pool tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the victor kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a death man standing tournament, so whoever won the final stage game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side of meat wager. The bet was standard, you had to throw a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the game and one clam for every orchis you left on the tabular array when your opposer sank the 8 Lucille Ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two one dollar bill for every orchis on the table.

Honey usually went home with the cup money. She was good, damned good, but she had an unfair reward. She wore fairly abruptly skirts and every meter she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a dyad of white lace panty. It sure broke your concentration.

After respective weeks, it was obvious that she was the better participant there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the shelve one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would curl her little paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday dark. '' Anyone who knew the floor 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 teasing, and was ready to forget 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 solution from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer feeding bottle I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her apartment 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 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 person tee shirts for so long. Her fuzz framed her face and her makeup was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lustfulness in her middle was very discernible. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's berth 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 eve, honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the game and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to whip your naked ass right there on that table. Once for the game and once for each orb on the table. What do you imagine, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' beloved 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 biz of billiards in any tournament for any measure of money held the aid of the audience like that plot. beloved broke and sank three solidness. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left love 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 reasonableness. love easily sank her fifth and sixth ballock and tried to occupation up on her concluding ball when it became unmistakable that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the plot. beloved could n't get a decent shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ballock. She made a great effort with a three bank, come from behind shaft, but the ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 globe.

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

Honey was totally wide-eyed and gasping for breathing time. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might recede. She never had before.

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

'' Another game, '' stammered Honey. `` House prescript are that all bets ride to the next game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you retrieve guys ? Those are the theater normal. This was a special biz, 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 guinea pig you did n't notice, the ante is one hundred. ''

'' I do n't make 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 for those intertwine scanty. Just discharge them in the cup and we 're prepare to rack. ``

Honey hesitated and looked around like a immobilize bunny rabbit in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you boxershorts and lean over the table for two swats with that fancy leather paddle of yours. ``

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

To say that we were even more paste to this secret plan would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the whole room every prison term she shot, love was still a much better player than Jaqui. honey never seemed to take a shit a mistake while Jaqui made error after wrongdoing. But somehow Jaqui 's squander shots always seemed to end up just in the wrongly berth for Honey to make the nigh of her shots. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the table, but both clod were in just the wrong spotlight and Honey did n't lapse the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really light, but the testicle just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final shot, however, the cue was slightly in the slope pocket and it would take at least one cant to fall off the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the street corner pocket. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the mesa with her mouth exposed. `` 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 dear.

'' Your wearable - all of it. Play au naturel 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 brain and dropped it in the trophy. Her annulus followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How Honey could stand naked in a room full of men and play kitty like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the early hand, played even worse. She did n't sink a one ball. Her destiny held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two chunk with each bout. Honey sank her last ball and Jaqui 's fate held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's globe was in just the wrong place and Honey had to ensconce for a safe on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to whip Honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her guess, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will ready it five thousand a ball if you win, but if I win, in addition to the swats, you will be my hard worker for the rest of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

dear looked at the mesa. 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 other end of the table, almost sinking the 8 Ball before scratching in the ending turning point pocket.

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

Honey smugly walked to the end of the tabular array to regain the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's last waste barb, the 8 lump had rolled into the middle of a fuddled circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six orchis returned to the mesa on the spot, the gate to the corral was efficacious close down. If beloved could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two inches, she would scratch. There were 8 formal on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A lucre would be ten times that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the former plot. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's striver for the weekend if she lost.

Honey gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every nip from the kickoff of the commencement game had been a set up to bring her to this point. There was one possible leakage, however. If she applied the right English, she might be able to get through at the runway and complete a safety 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 middle of the table. It was a prick on the 8 formal. biz over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

beloved accepted frustration. She walked down to the end of the board and bent over it with her script stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please hold her over the mesa, I 've got some whipping to do, '' announced Jaqui. No one moved. We really were n't certain 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 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 recession sac. The shaft pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the tabular array. `` It was a straight in shot - forty thousand one dollar bill in easy money. But I was willing to bet that little dearest here, deep down, is a pain slut who would love to be my slave forever.

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

We held Honey 's custody and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real backbreaking, but every one of the 264 prison term. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's nerve up toward hers and said, `` I want to encounter you kneeling naked at the end of my bed when I come up there. Do n't equal yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a good slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make for certain the skittle alley doorway closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the first fourth dimension, I stopped to actually understand what it said on that battered old prize that held the night 's winning as well as dearest 's article of clothing. It read, `` starting time plaza World Billiards antic guessing tourney Jaqui Jackson ''