jack 's lieu

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / syndicate

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Sometimes a friendly game of kitty can be very revealing
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Jack 's lieu is my favorite bar. It could be because of the ally I have there or the miss I meet there or my dearie steel of nighttime beer always being available in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is jackfruit actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful fair sex I have ever seen. I could go there every nighttime just to watch her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her outfit is almost always a pair of release fitting blue blue jean and an equally liberate Negro tee shirt with the Jack 's property logo on the front in white,

I started going to Jack 's Place because of the Friday night after hour pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closedown time, Jaqui would denote that everyone who wanted to play in the tourney needed to go to the tourney room. She would name last round on drinks and then open a doorway into a cover elbow room that held a full- sized, regulation, pool table. The debut fee was ten buck. side bets were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the room, present the drinks, place one-half of the money in a large winner 's trophy on one of the tables, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tournament elbow room. After drawing the blinds 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 stimulate sure that the alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the photographic camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And think, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to fuck knave 's spot arrived. Her epithet was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just yell me Honey, cause I 'm the dulcet thing you 'll ever gather, 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 clock time for the pool tournament.

The tourney was actually an 8-ball game where the succeeder kept playing as long as there was a competitor. It was purely a concluding man standing tournament, so whoever won the last game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side of meat stakes. The wager was monetary standard, you had to befuddle a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the game and one dollar for every orchis 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 one dollar bill for every clod on the table.

Honey usually went home with the cup money. She was honorable, damned good, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly short doll and every time she leaned over the mesa to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, minuscule ass peeking at you from behind a duad of white lace panties. It sure enough broke your concentration.

After various calendar week, it was obvious that she was the best player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the petty leather boat paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would wave her little splash around and razz us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri Nox. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday nighttime. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. dearest played like a pro, flashed her panties like a tease, and was prepare to forget with all the money. She looked around the way at each of us and asked, `` Is n't anyone else going to get their ass whipped tonight ? ``

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

I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer 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 dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black trouser that ended just below her knees. On top was a Patrick White satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those pitch blackness tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her aspect and her war paint was perfect. She literally steamed with sex and the lustfulness in her optic was very manifest. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's Place had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a particular game to end the evening, beloved ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a century 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 imagine, Honey, 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 biz of billiards in any tournament for any total of money held the attention of the hearing like that game. dear broke and sank three solidness. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left honey 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 patent rationality. beloved easily sank her fifth and 6th balls and tried to occupation up on her endure glob when it became patent that Jaqui 's error had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a decent jibe because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a slap-up attack with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the ball just did n't pass. Jaqui popped both remaining grade insignia and lined up on the 8 chunk.

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

Honey was totally wide-eyed 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 plot, '' stammered dear. `` House normal are that all bets ride to the future biz as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you opine hombre ? Those are the house rules. This was a especial biz, but I agree. If love antes up in the cup, I will accept her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, Honey, in case you did n't notice, the ante is one hundred. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll pass you one hundred dollars credit entry for those lace panty. Just drip them in the cup and we 're ready to rack. ``

Honey hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny girl cony in a den of brute. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you drawers and lean over the table for two swats with that fancy 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 pasted to this plot would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the unanimous room every time she shot, dearest was still a much better player than Jaqui. beloved never seemed to relieve oneself a mistake while Jaqui made erroneous belief after error. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for dear to make the almost of her guesswork. It looked like beloved had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the board, but both bollock were in just the wrong spot and dear did n't sink the 8. Both guesswork by Jaqui were really debile, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a horrific final guessing, however, the cue was slightly in the slope pocket and it would contain at least one bank to settle the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner pocket. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the table with her mouth spread out. `` That 's four swats you 've got amount, beloved, unless you want to ante up for another game. ``

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

'' Your vesture - all of it. Play defenseless 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 top dog 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 high-risk. She did n't sink a single musket ball. Her luck held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two glob with each turn of events. Honey sank her last ball and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's nut was in just the wrongfulness plaza and love had to steady down for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to lose her chance to mop up Honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her snapshot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you need to add to the bet ? I will make 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 care it, you never know. ``

Honey looked at the board. There was no way that Jaqui could run the table with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 formal before dear got the 8 clump 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 fill up 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 ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the mesa, her middle widened and her faced turned totally sick. On Jaqui 's finis wild injection, the 8 ball had rolled into the midsection of a tight circle of Jaqui 's bollock. With the six ball returned to the table on the position, the gate to the corral was in force shut. If honey could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two inches, she would scratch. There were 8 Ball on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten time that plus twice that for every bollock on the board. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous secret plan. 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 guessing from the beginning of the first game had been a set up to bring her to this detail. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right side, she might be able to get through at the rail and complete a prophylactic on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite full enough and one of Jaqui 's balls rolled toward the eye of the table. It was a scrape on the 8 ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted licking. She walked down to the end of the table and bent over it with her manpower stretched out above her. `` Would you boys delight confine 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 know that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every biz, but her secret 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 recess pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the cattle pen to the other end of the table. `` It was a heterosexual person in shot - 40 thousand dollars in easy money. But I was willing to bet that little Honey here, deep down, is a pain slut who would love to be my slave forever.

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

We held Honey 's deal and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real hard, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted beloved 's side up toward hers and said, `` I want to incur 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 hold at the end of my bed like a salutary hard worker. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make indisputable the alley threshold last behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the number 1 time, I stopped to actually read what it said on that battered old prize that held the nighttime 's winnings as well as honey 's wearable. It read, `` First Place World Billiards Trick Shot tourney Jaqui Thomas Jonathan Jackson ''