Jack 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / syndicate

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Sometimes a friendly secret plan of pool can be very revealing
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Jack 's Place is my preferent bar. It could be because of the Friend I have there or the girls I meet there or my favorite brand of drab beer always being available in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is Jack actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful woman 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 outfit is almost always a dyad of loose fitting blue jeans and an equally loose bleak tee shirt with the Jack 's Place logo on the front in white,

I started going to diddly 's Place because of the Friday Nox after hr pocket billiards tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closing fourth dimension, Jaqui would denote that everyone who wanted to play in the tourney needed to go to the tournament room. She would call last round on drunkenness and then open a doorway into a stake way that held a full- sized, rule, pool board. The first appearance fee was ten clam. side bets were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the drinks, place 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 tourney 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 turn out the light source and score sure that the alley room access closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the way she would add, `` And think back, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another rationality to love manual laborer 's Place arrived. Her epithet was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just shout out me love, cause I 'm the dulcet thing you 'll ever fulfil, but I 've got a cut 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 consortium tournament.

The tourney was actually an 8-ball game where the winner kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a finis man standing tournament, so whoever won the end game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side of meat bets. The wager was monetary standard, you had to throw a ten into the cup to dispute, and it was one dollar sign for the game and one dollar for every ball you left on the table when your opponent sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the prick plus two dollars for every testis on the table.

Honey usually went home with the cup money. She was commodity, damned commodity, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly suddenly skirts and every prison term she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her blind drunk, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a pair of T. H. White lace pantie. It indisputable broke your concentration.

After various weeks, it was obvious that she was the well player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the remit one Fri. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the egg were being racked, she would wave her little paddle and tantalize us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri nighttime. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday Nox. '' Everything started as usual and went as common. 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, beloved, '' came a sultry answer from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck opening off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the threshold 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 skintight black trouser that ended just below her genu. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those blackness tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her face and her makeup was gross. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lecherousness in her center was very evident. No admiration none of the men at doodly-squat 's spot 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 evening, beloved ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a 100 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 tabular array. Once for the plot and once for each formal on the tabular array. What do you think, 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 game of billiards in any tournament for any amount of money held the tending of the audience like that game. beloved broke and sank three solidness. Jaqui sank two banding, 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 one-fifth for no apparent understanding. Honey easily sank her fifth part and sixth bollock and tried to line up on her last ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's fault had actually saved her the plot. Honey could n't get a decorous dead reckoning because she was blocked by Jacqui 's Lucille Ball. She made a great attempt with a three money box, come from behind nip, but the nut just did n't hang. Jaqui popped both remaining streak and lined up on the 8 ball.

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

dearest was totally dewy-eyed and gasping for breath. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might lose. She never had before.

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

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

'' Hmm, what do you think guys ? Those are the house rules. This was a special plot, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will go for her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, Honey, in case you did n't observation, the ante is one 100. ''

'' I do n't get 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 dollars credit for those lace panties. Just expend them in the cup and we 're ready to single-foot. ``

honey hesitated and looked around like a immobilize bunny girl cony in a den of savage. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or pearl you drawer and lean over the tabular array for two swats with that fancy 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 glued to this game would be the gravid understatement of all meter. Even showing her ass to the whole room every time she shot, Honey was still a much better player than Jaqui. dear never seemed to take in a fault while Jaqui made error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shaft always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for Honey to create the to the highest degree of her nip. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's nut still on the table, but both balls were in just the improper spot and Honey did n't sink the 8. Both slam by Jaqui were really fallible, but the nut just managed to go down. She left herself a painful final shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would take at to the lowest degree one money box to slump the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the turning point air pocket. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the tabular array with her lip open. `` That 's four swats you 've got coming, Honey, unless you want to ante up for another biz. ``

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

'' Your vesture - all of it. Play naked or pay the bet. Your selection. ''

'' A thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How dearest could fend naked in a room full of men and play pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the former manus, played even worsened. She did n't bury a single orchis. Her luck held, however, and love was kept to sinking only one or two clump with each bit. Honey sank her last ball and Jaqui 's fortune held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the awry stead and love had to nail down for a safety device on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to whip love 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you desire to add to the bet ? I will make it five thousand a Ball if you win, but if I win, in accession to the swats, you will be my slave for the remainder of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

Honey looked at the table. There was no way that Jaqui could run the tabular array with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 balls before beloved 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 former end of the table, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the tight corner pocket.

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

dear smugly walked to the end of the tabular array to retrieve the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the mesa, her oculus widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's last uncivilised snapshot, the 8 testicle had rolled into the eye of a tight rope of Jaqui 's ball. With the six ball returned to the table on the blot, the gate to the corral was effective closed. If dear could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two inches, she would expunge. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten prison term that plus twice that for every clod on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the late 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 scene from the beginning of the first biz had been a set up to bring her to this dot. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right English, she might be able-bodied to get through at the rail 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 scrawl on the 8 bollock. secret plan over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

beloved accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the table and bent over it with her workforce stretched out above her. `` Would you boys delight agree 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 make won every game, but her secret desires would n't let her win. ``

With that Jaqui laid her cue down on the tabular array. The end of the cue was in the corner pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the table. `` It was a true in shot - forty thousand dollar sign in well-off money. But I was will to bet that little Honey here, deep down, is a pain in the ass strumpet who would bang to be my buckle down forever.

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

We held honey 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not very hard, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey '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 waiting at the end of my bed like a good slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make for certain the alley doorway closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the first-class honours degree metre, I stopped to actually read what it said on that battered old trophy that held the Night 's winnings as well as Honey 's clothing. It read, `` First situation human beings Billiards conjuring trick Shot Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''