seaman 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / pool

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Sometimes a friendly game of pool can be very revealing
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squat 's Place is my dearie bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the girls I meet there or my favourite firebrand of shadow beer always being available in the ice chest, but it is none of that. It is diddlysquat actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I could go there every night just to take in her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her outfit is almost always a brace of loose fitting blueing blue jean and an equally loosen black tee shirt with the Jack 's spot logo on the forepart in white,

I started going to Jack 's Place because of the Friday night after hours syndicate tournament. Just before the 2:00 am culmination clock time, Jaqui would declare that everyone who wanted to spiel in the tournament needed to go to the tournament room. She would call last round on potable and then open a doorway into a cover way that held a full- sized, regulation, pool table. The entry fee was ten dollars. Side bets were optional. Jaqui would compile the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the drunkenness, stead one-half of the money in a large success 's trophy on one of the board, and then fold the door between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the blinds on the windows, she would go to a small staircase that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make for sure your turn out the lights and create sure enough that the alley door conclusion behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the room she would add, `` And recollect, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another rationality to make love tar 's Place arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just anticipate me Honey, crusade I 'm the mellifluous 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 metre for the pool tournament.

The tourney was actually an 8-ball biz where the victor kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a utmost man standing tournament, so whoever won the last game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side wager. The wager was standard, you had to cast a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the game and one one dollar bill for every testis you left on the table when your resister sank the 8 egg. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scribble plus two clam for every testis on the table.

Honey usually went nursing home with the cup money. She was near, damned just, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly short-circuit doll and every prison term she leaned over the mesa to buck, you could see her sozzled, tan, small ass peeking at you from behind a twosome of whiteness lace panties. It sure broke your concentration.

After various week, it was obvious that she was the serious 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, `` love 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the formal were being racked, she would wave her little totter and taunt us with, `` OK, whose adjacent to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday Nox. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday dark. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. beloved played like a pro, flashed her step-in 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 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 unwarranted pipe dream had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black pants that ended just below her knee. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those black tee shirts for so long. Her hairsbreadth framed her aspect and her makeup was consummate. She literally steamed with sex and the lust in her eyes was very apparent. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's blank space 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 game and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to whip your nude ass right there on that table. Once for the game and once for each ball on the table. What do you call up, dear, 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 biz of billiards in any tourney for any sum of money held the attention of the audience like that game. love broke and sank three solid state. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left love a really bad snap. 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. beloved easily sank her one-fifth and 6th clump and tried to logical argument up on her last clod when it became unmistakable that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a decent shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's chunk. She made a slap-up attack with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the ball just did n't fall down. Jaqui popped both remaining banding and lined up on the 8 ball.

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

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

'' Another game, '' stammered dear. `` family rules are that all bet ride to the adjacent secret plan as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think guys ? Those are the house dominion. This was a special game, 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 Lucille Ball against four swats. And, Honey, in fount you did n't notice, the ante is one one C. ''

'' 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 dollars credit for those braid panties. Just drop them in the cup and we 're ready to rack. ``

Honey hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny rabbit in a den of savage. `` 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 yell, Honey reached down and removed her step-in and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glue to this biz would be the greatest understatement of all sentence. Even showing her ass to the whole room every time she shot, dearest was still a much ameliorate player than Jaqui. dear never seemed to pretend a mistake while Jaqui made wrongdoing after error. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shooter always seemed to end up just in the legal injury place for Honey to constitute the to the highest degree of her shots. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's ballock still on the tabular array, but both ballock were in just the wrong post and dear did n't drop down the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really imperfect, but the Ball just managed to go down. She left herself a awful last shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would take at least one depository financial institution to subside the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the recess pocket. ``

dearest just stood at the end of the table with her mouth open. `` 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 love.

'' Your habiliment - all of it. Play au naturel 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 drumhead and dropped it in the prize. Her chick followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How Honey could stand up naked in a room full of men and play pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the former hired man, played even bad. She did n't sink a ace ball. Her luck held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each round. Honey sank her finale lump and Jaqui 's fate held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's ball was in just the wrong place and Honey had to settle for a condom on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her probability to lash Honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her scene, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will give it five thousand a ball if you win, but if I win, in addition to the swats, you will be my slave for the ease 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 board 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 early end of the tabular array, almost sinking the 8 globe before scratching in the nigh nook 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 bollock, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her look turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's last dotty gibe, the 8 ball had rolled into the centre of a wet circle of Jaqui 's Ball. With the six bollock returned to the table on the spot, the gate to the cattle pen was effective closed. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two inch, she would scratch. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A prick 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 secret plan. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's slave for the weekend if she lost.

dear gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shot from the offset of the low gear game had been a set up to fetch her to this point. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the rightfulness English people, she might be able to get through at the rail and fill out 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 testis rolled toward the middle of the tabular array. It was a scratching on the 8 nut. secret plan 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 hands stretched out above her. `` Would you boys delight hold her over the table, I 've got some whipping to do, '' announced Jaqui. No one moved. We really were n't indisputable what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not lie with that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could experience won every game, but her hole-and-corner desires would n't let her win. ``

With that Jaqui laid her cue down on the mesa. The end of the cue was in the quoin pocket. The light beam 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 straight in bourgeon - 40 thousand clam in easy money. But I was willing to bet that minuscule Honey here, deep down, is a pain slut who would love to be my slave forever.

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

We held Honey 's deal and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real laborious, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's cheek 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 stir yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a good hard worker. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make indisputable the alley door conclusion behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the first time, I stopped to actually interpret what it said on that battered old prize that held the night 's winnings as well as dearest 's clothing. It read, `` firstly Place World Billiards Trick Shot Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''