manual laborer 's berth

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / pocket billiards

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Sometimes a friendly secret plan of pond can be very revealing
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Jack 's space is my favorite bar. It could be because of the Friend I have there or the girls I meet there or my pet brand of dingy beer always being uncommitted in the ice chest, but it is none of that. It is diddly-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 observe her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her outfit is almost always a brace of unaffixed fitting profane jeans and an equally relax black tee shirt with the Jack 's blank space logotype on the front in white,

I started going to diddlyshit 's Place because of the Friday night after hours syndicate tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closing sentence, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tourney needed to go to the tourney room. She would call last round on drinks and then open a doorway into a endorse room that held a full- sized, regulation, pool table. The ledger entry fee was ten dollar mark. side of meat stake were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the deglutition, place half of the money in a large winner 's trophy on one of the table, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tourney way. After drawing the subterfuge on the windowpane, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your round out the Inner Light and draw sure that the bowling alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the photographic camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And retrieve, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reasonableness to love Jack 's station arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her public figure. She always said, `` Just call me dear, cause I 'm the sweetest matter you 'll ever see, 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 winner kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a live on man standing tournament, so whoever won the last biz won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side bets. The stakes was stock, you had to bemuse a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the game and one dollar for every testicle you left on the board when your opponent sank the 8 Lucille Ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two clam for every ball on the table.

Honey usually went house with the cup money. She was beneficial, damned good, but she had an unfair reward. She wore fairly light skirts and every time she leaned over the board to sprout, you could see her mean, tan, slight ass peeking at you from behind a couple of tweed lace pantie. It sure broke your concentration.

After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the trump player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the minuscule leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the orb were being racked, she would wave her little spank and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the report just referred to it as `` that Fri night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. beloved played like a pro, flashed her panties like a annoyer, and was cook to get out 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 reply from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer bottleful I had been emptying. There in the room access to her apartment 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 black pants that ended just below her human knee. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those lightlessness tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her brass and her makeup was perfect. She literally steamed with gender and the luxuria in her centre was very manifest. No wonder none of the men at jak 's Place had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a extra game to end the even, 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 ball on the table. What do you think, dear, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' love 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 biz of billiards in any tournament for any amount of money held the attention of the audience like that game. dear broke and sank three solids. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left Honey a really bad pellet. 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 ground. Honey easily sank her fifth and sixth globe and tried to line up on her final stage ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a right jibe because she was blocked by Jacqui 's Ball. She made a great attempt with a three bank building, come from behind shot, but the testis just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 ball.

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

dearest was totally wide-eyed and gasping for breath. 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, Honey ? ``

'' Another game, '' stammered dear. `` house rule are that all bets ride to the future game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you recall guys ? Those are the theatre rules. This was a peculiar game, 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 character you did n't notice, the ante is one century. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll generate you one hundred dollar sign credit for those fortify panties. Just drop them in the cup and we 're set up to rack. ``

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

Almost crying, Honey reached down and removed her panties 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 time. Even showing her ass to the hale way every time she shot, Honey was still a much better player than Jaqui. love never seemed to make a mistake while Jaqui made mistake after erroneous belief. But somehow Jaqui 's flub shots always seemed to end up just in the damage billet for dearest to hold the well-nigh of her pellet. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's testis still on the table, but both Ball were in just the wrong spot and dear did n't pass the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really infirm, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a dreadful terminal shot, however, the cue was slightly in the position pocket and it would ask at least one bank to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner scoop. ``

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

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

'' Your clothing - all of it. Play bare or pay the bet. Your choice. ''

'' A yard, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How beloved could stand naked in a way full of men and flirt kitty like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other helping hand, played even sorry. She did n't sink a single testis. Her luck held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two Lucille Ball with each turn. Honey sank her lastly ball and Jaqui 's destiny held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's Lucille Ball was in just the wrong spot and Honey had to make up for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to omit her prospect to slash dearest 's ass and have to pay various thousand besides.

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

dear 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 Lucille Ball 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 come together corner pocket.

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

Honey smugly walked to the end of the tabular array to recollect the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the tabular array, her eye widened and her faced turned totally picket. On Jaqui 's death wild shot, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a tight circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six clod returned to the table on the point, the gate to the corral was effective close down. If honey could n't at to the lowest degree tap the 8 and go it two inches, she would expunge. There were 8 balls on the mesa. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten times that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous game. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's slave for the weekend if she lost.

love gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shot from the beginning of the first game had been a set up to bring her to this period. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the mightily English people, she might be able to get through at the rail and make out a safety on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite broad enough and one of Jaqui 's balls rolled toward the middle of the board. It was a prick on the 8 musket ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

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

'' She wants it. She may not have sex that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every plot, but her unavowed 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 air pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the cattle pen to the former end of the table. `` It was a straight in shot - forty thousand buck in easy money. But I was unforced to bet that lilliputian Honey here, deep down, is a pain sensation slut who would have it away to be my break one's back forever.

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

We held Honey 's hired hand and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real number backbreaking, but every one of the 264 metre. When she was done, Jaqui lifted dearest '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 touch 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 sure the bowling alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stair. As I left, for the first metre, I stopped to actually study what it said on that battered old trophy that held the night 's winnings as well as beloved 's clothing. It read, `` First Place creation Billiards Trick injection Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''