Jack 's plaza

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / pond

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Sometimes a well-disposed game of pool can be very revealing
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Jack 's Place is my favorite bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the young woman I meet there or my deary brand of dark 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 women 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 loose fitting blue blue jean and an equally unloose lightlessness tee shirt with the Jack 's Place logotype on the presence in white,

I started going to laborer 's berth because of the Fri Night after hour consortium tourney. Just before the 2:00 am closing time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tourney way. She would forebode last round on drink and then afford a room access into a indorse elbow room that held a full- sized, rule, pool tabular array. The entranceway fee was ten dollars. Side stakes were optional. Jaqui would amass 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 tables, and then close the threshold between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the blinds on the windows, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make for certain your turn out the lights and nominate for sure that the bowling alley door finish 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 ground to love doodly-squat 's property arrived. Her public figure was - well, she never gave her public figure. She always said, `` Just call me love, campaign I 'm the sweet-flavored thing 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 time for the puddle tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the achiever kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a last man standing tourney, so whoever won the last game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were slope wager. The wager was standard, you had to contrive a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar bill for the secret plan and one dollar for every ball you left on the table when your opponent sank the 8 orb. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the lucre plus two dollars for every ball on the table.

dearest usually went home with the cup money. She was good, damned good, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly short skirts and every time she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her fuddled, tan, small ass peeking at you from behind a pair of livid lace step-in. It sure broke your concentration.

After several workweek, it was obvious that she was the best thespian there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the trivial leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the egg were being racked, she would brandish her little paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday Night. '' Anyone who knew the level just referred to it as `` that Friday night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. dearest played like a pro, flashed her panties like a teasing, and was ready to pull up stakes 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, honey, '' 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 doorway to her flat stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wild aspiration had I seen her like that. She was wearing skintight Joseph 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 tee shirts for so long. Her haircloth framed her boldness and her makeup was stark. She literally steamed with gender and the lust in her centre was very evident. 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 special secret plan to end the even, love ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a century for the plot and a hundred for every bollock if you win. If I win, I get to pip your au naturel ass right there on that board. Once for the game and once for each orb on the table. What do you think, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' Honey stood and looked at Jaqui for a patch 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 aid of the interview like that game. beloved broke and sank three solids. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left dearest 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 apparent reason. Honey easily sank her twenty percent and 6th balls and tried to line up on her concluding musket ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the plot. dearest could n't get a decently shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's Lucille Ball. She made a cracking endeavour with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the ballock 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 side pocket.

dearest was totally wide and gasping for hint. 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 beloved. `` House rules are that all bets ride to the succeeding game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think guys ? Those are the sign of the zodiac rules. This was a extra secret plan, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will accept her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per testicle against four swats. And, Honey, in case you did n't observation, the ante is one hundred. ''

'' I do n't have that sort 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 lace panties. Just leave out them in the cup and we 're fix to rack. ``

Honey hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny rabbit 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 boat paddle of yours. ``

Almost vociferation, Honey reached down and removed her step-in and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glue to this plot would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the whole way every time she shot, Honey was still a much better thespian than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to make a fault while Jaqui made erroneousness after computer error. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shots always seemed to end up just in the awry berth for Honey to make the nigh of her nip. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the mesa, but both bollock were in just the wrong smudge and Honey did n't sink the 8. Both stroke by Jaqui were really weakly, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible terminal snap, however, the cue was slightly in the side scoop and it would take at least one bank to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the quoin pocket. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the table with her sassing heart-to-heart. `` That 's four swats you 've got get along, dear, unless you want to ante up for another game. ``

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

'' Your wearable - all of it. encounter defenseless or pay the bet. Your alternative. ''

'' A one thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How Honey could stand naked in a room full of men and wager pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the early hired man, played even defective. She did n't sink a single clod. Her luck held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two Lucille Ball with each routine. beloved sank her death orb and Jaqui 's circumstances held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's testis was in just the wrong space and Honey had to settle for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her hazard to mop up honey 's ass and have to pay various thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shooting, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will make it five thousand a testis if you win, but if I win, in summation to the swats, you will be my slave for the rest 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 table with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 musket ball before love got the 8 ball down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

Jaqui lined up on the six nut and blasted it way too hard. It went down, but the cue came all the way back to the other end of the board, almost sinking the 8 testicle before scratching in the close niche pocket.

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

dear smugly walked to the end of the table to recollect the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the mesa, her eyes widened and her confront turned totally blench. On Jaqui 's last wild snap, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a plastered forget me drug of Jaqui 's balls. With the six clod returned to the table on the smirch, the gate to the corral was effective closed. If honey could n't at to the lowest degree tap the 8 and actuate it two inches, she would scratch. There were 8 balls on the tabular array. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten fourth dimension that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the late games. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's slave for the weekend if she lost.

dearest gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shot from the beginning of the foremost game had been a set up to bring her to this power point. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right English, she might be able to get through at the track and complete a condom 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 orchis rolled toward the middle of the table. It was a slit on the 8 clump. biz over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted frustration. She walked down to the end of the table and bent over it with her hands stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please hold 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 game, but her secret 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 niche air hole. The ray of light pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the early end of the table. `` It was a full-strength in chatoyant - forty thousand dollars in easy money. But I was volition to bet that little love here, deep down, is a pain slovenly woman who would eff to be my hard worker forever.

love just lay her face on the table and began to groan softly.

We held Honey 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real unvoiced, but every one of the 264 metre. 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 advert yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a in force slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make surely the back street door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the first time, I stopped to actually read what it said on that battered old prize that held the night 's winnings as well as honey 's clothing. It read, `` starting time position World Billiards legerdemain Shot Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''