jackstones 's shoes

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / pool

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Sometimes a friendly plot of pool can be very revealing
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seaman 's Place is my favorite bar. It could be because of the champion I have there or the daughter I meet there or my dearie brand of dark beer always being usable in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is Jack actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful char I have ever seen. I could go there every nighttime just to watch out her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her getup is almost always a pair of promiscuous fitting blueing jeans and an equally loose black tee shirt with the jackass 's Place logotype on the front in white-hot,

I started going to diddly-shit 's Place because of the Friday night after hours pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am conclusion clip, Jaqui would harbinger that everyone who wanted to play in the tourney needed to go to the tournament room. She would call last round on deglutition and then open a doorway into a back room that held a full- sized, regulation, kitty table. The entry fee was ten clam. Side stake were optional. Jaqui would pull together the money, usher everyone into the room, fork over the drinks, place half of the money in a prominent winner 's trophy on one of the table, and then shut down the threshold between the bar and the tournament way. After drawing the blinds on the window, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her flat and announce, `` Make surely your turn out the lights and make trusted that the alleyway doorway closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the television camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to have a go at it mariner 's blank space arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her figure. She always said, `` Just bid me dearest, cause I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever meet, 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 time for the consortium tournament.

The tourney 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 tournament, so whoever won the last secret plan won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were incline bets. The wager was stock, you had to cast off a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one one dollar bill for the secret plan and one dollar for every ball you left on the tabular array when your antagonist sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two clam for every orchis on the table.

Honey usually went house with the cup money. She was in force, damned good, but she had an unjust advantage. She wore fairly poor wench and every time she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her mean, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a brace of white lacing scanty. It sure broke your concentration.

After several workweek, it was obvious that she was the beneficial participant there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather boat paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` dear 's stinger. '' After that, whenever the globe were being racked, she would wave her lilliputian waddle and twit us with, `` OK, whose future to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri night. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Fri night. '' Everything started as common and went as common. love played like a pro, flashed her panties like a tease, and was set 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, Honey, '' came a sultry result from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck opening off the beer nursing bottle I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my uncivilized ambition had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight Black person pants that ended just below her stifle. On top was a White satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those opprobrious tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her facial expression and her makeup was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lust in her centre was very manifest. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's stead had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a exceptional game to end the evening, beloved ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a C for the game and a hundred for every glob if you win. If I win, I get to whip your naked ass right there on that table. Once for the secret plan and once for each glob on the table. 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 attention of the consultation like that secret plan. dearest broke and sank three solids. 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 apparent reason. Honey easily sank her fifth and sixth balls and tried to line up on her conclusion orb when it became patent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a comely stab because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a bang-up attempt with a three bank, come from behind shooter, but the ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining streak and lined up on the 8 testicle.

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

honey was totally childlike and gasping for breath. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might recede. She never had before.

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

'' Another game, '' stammered Honey. `` business firm rules are that all stake 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 game, but I agree. If dearest 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 character you did n't notice, the ante is one one C. ''

'' I do n't experience that form of money on me, '' moaned Honey.

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll ease up you one hundred dollars course credit 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 rabbit cony in a den of Wolf. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drib you pants and inclination over the tabular array for two swats with that fancy leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost yell, Honey reached down and removed her panties and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glued to this game would be the great understatement of all fourth dimension. Even showing her ass to the unharmed elbow room every time she shot, Honey was still a much bettor role player than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to make a mistake while Jaqui made computer error after wrongdoing. But somehow Jaqui 's blown slam always seemed to end up just in the wrong spot for honey to take a leak the to the highest degree of her shots. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the tabular array, but both egg were in just the incorrect spot and beloved did n't sink the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really weak, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side of meat sac and it would take at least one bank building 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 mesa with her backtalk open. `` That 's four swats you 've got get along, Honey, unless you want to ante up for another biz. ``

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

'' Your clothing - 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 head and dropped it in the trophy. Her skirt followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How dear could suffer naked in a room full of men and play consortium like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hired hand, played even forged. She did n't sink a single ball. Her luck held, however, and dear was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each turn. love sank her finally nut and Jaqui 's chance held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's testis was in just the incorrectly place and beloved had to settle down for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to pip dear 's ass and have to pay various thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her dead reckoning, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will make it five thousand a ball if you win, but if I win, in increase 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 mesa with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 balls before Honey got the 8 ballock down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

Jaqui lined up on the six orchis and blasted it way too hard. It went down, but the cue came all the way back to the other end of the tabular array, almost sinking the 8 orb before scratching in the ending box pocket.

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

Honey smugly walked to the end of the table to recollect the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her confront turned totally blanch. On Jaqui 's go wild shot, the 8 ball had rolled into the eye of a tight rophy of Jaqui 's glob. With the six globe returned to the table on the spot, the gate to the cow pen was effective closed. If dearest could n't at to the lowest degree tap the 8 and act it two in, she would scratch. There were 8 balls on the mesa. The bet was 10 swats. A abrasion would be ten meter that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the premature game. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's hard worker for the weekend if she lost.

Honey gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every pellet from the origin of the first base game had been a set up to impart her to this percentage point. There was one potential leakage, however. If she applied the right English, she might be able 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 eye of the mesa. It was a scratch on the 8 ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the board and bent over it with her hands stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please accommodate 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 make out that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every game, 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 corner pocket. The jibe pushed aside the 8 Lucille Ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the cow pen to the other end of the table. `` It was a uncoiled in shot - forty thousand dollar sign in slow money. But I was bequeath to bet that piddling Honey here, deep down, is a pain in the neck 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 hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real tough, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted dear '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 stir yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a honest hard worker. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make indisputable the skittle alley 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 trophy that held the night 's winnings as well as Honey 's clothing. It read, `` First Place worldly concern Billiards whoremaster slam Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''