jackfruit 's berth

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / pond

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Sometimes a friendly game of consortium 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 girls I meet there or my preferent firebrand of dark beer always being usable in the ice chest, but it is none of that. It is mariner actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful cleaning woman I have ever seen. I could go there every night just to watch over her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her outfit is almost always a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and an equally wanton pitch-dark tee shirt with the knave 's home logo on the figurehead in white,

I started going to manual laborer 's office because of the Friday dark after hours puddle tournament. Just before the 2:00 am completion time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tournament way. She would call last stave on potable and then open a doorway into a back room that held a full- sized, ordinance, pool table. The entryway fee was ten buck. Side stake were optional. Jaqui would garner the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the beverage, position one-half of the money in a large winner 's trophy on one of the tables, and then shut down the doorway between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the blinds on the window, she would go to a modest staircase that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your good turn out the lights and make sure that the skittle alley threshold finale behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the photographic camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to love Jack 's lieu arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just send for me dear, case I 'm the sweet-flavored 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 pool 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 tourney, so whoever won the last game won the money in the prize, and yes, there were face bets. The wager was standard, you had to bewilder a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the game and one dollar for every egg 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 dollar mark for every ball on the table.

Honey usually went plate with the cup money. She was trade good, damned unspoilt, but she had an unjust advantage. She wore fairly short dame and every time she leaned over the board to fool, you could see her tight, tan, trivial ass peeking at you from behind a distich of white lacing panties. It sure broke your concentration.

After several week, it was obvious that she was the expert player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the tabular array one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` dear 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the glob were being racked, she would wave her niggling paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose succeeding to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri nighttime. '' Anyone who knew the history just referred to it as `` that Friday dark. '' Everything started as common and went as common. Honey played like a pro, flashed her pantie 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, dearest, '' came a sultry answer from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer nursing bottle I had been emptying. There in the threshold to her flat 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 dim pants that ended just below her human knee. On top was a flannel satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those pitch blackness tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her case and her war paint was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lust in her eyes was very evident. No curiosity 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 game to end the evening, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the plot and a hundred for every orb if you win. If I win, I get to whip your nude ass right there on that mesa. Once for the game and once for each ball on the table. What do you think, beloved, 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 game of billiards in any tournament for any amount of money of money held the attention of the audience 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 twenty percent for no apparent intellect. Honey easily sank her fifth and sixth balls and tried to production line up on her lastly clump when it became unmistakable that Jaqui 's misunderstanding had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a decent shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a great attempt with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the lump just did n't strike. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 clump.

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

Honey was totally wide-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, Honey ? ``

'' Another biz, '' stammered Honey. `` House rule are that all bets ride to the following plot as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think hombre ? Those are the star sign principle. This was a especial game, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will have 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 hundred. ''

'' 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 yield you one hundred dollars credit for those entwine step-in. Just drop them in the cup and we 're quick to torment. ``

love hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny coney in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you drawers and lean over the tabular array for two swats with that fancy leather boat paddle of yours. ``

Almost crying, dearest reached down and removed her panty and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more pasted to this game would be the big understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the whole room every time she shot, Honey was still a much better musician than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to spend a penny a fault while Jaqui made error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's blown guessing always seemed to end up just in the incorrectly situation for love to make up the most of her shots. It looked like dearest had it with two of Jaqui 's bollock still on the table, but both balls were in just the awry spot and dearest did n't sink the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really weak, but the orb just managed to go down. She left herself a direful final examination dead reckoning, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would bring at to the lowest degree one bank to sink 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 open. `` That 's four swats you 've got forthcoming, honey, unless you want to ante up for another game. ``

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

'' Your clothing - all of it. Play naked or pay the bet. Your choice. ''

'' A thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How dearest could stand naked in a room full of men and play pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the early hand, played even worse. She did n't go down a single ball. Her hazard held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each turn. Honey sank her live globe and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's bollock was in just the awry place and Honey had to finalize for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to leave out her luck to whip love 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shooting, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you desire to add to the bet ? I will urinate it five thousand a ball if you win, but if I win, in add-on to the swats, you will be my slave for the rest period of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

dearest 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 glob before honey got the 8 orb down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

Jaqui lined up on the six musket ball and blasted it way too hard. It went down, but the cue came all the way back to the early end of the table, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the close box pocket.

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

Honey smugly walked to the end of the board to retrieve the cue glob, but as she turned to set the cue on the tabular array, her eyes widened and her faced turned totally blanch. On Jaqui 's in conclusion wild shot, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a tight dress circle of Jaqui 's Lucille Ball. With the six ball returned to the table on the spot, the gate to the cattle pen was effective close down. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and proceed it two inch, she would scratch. There were 8 bollock on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A loot would be ten clip that plus twice that for every clump on the board. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous game. 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 slam from the beginning of the world-class game had been a set up to get her to this point. There was one possible outflow, however. If she applied the rightfulness English, she might be capable to get through at the rail and complete a guard on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite encompassing enough and one of Jaqui 's balls rolled toward the center of the table. It was a shekels on the 8 ball. biz over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted frustration. She walked down to the end of the board 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 sure what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not have it away 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 tabular array. The end of the cue was in the corner sack. The prick 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 straight 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 know to be my slave forever.

Honey just lay her nerve on the table and began to moan softly.

We held Honey 's work force and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real number laborious, but every one of the 264 multiplication. When she was done, Jaqui lifted love 's cheek up toward hers and said, `` I want to obtain 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 time lag at the end of my bed like a good slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the alley door stopping point behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the first time, I stopped to actually translate what it said on that battered old prize that held the Nox 's win as well as Honey 's clothing. It read, `` First Place World Billiards caper barb Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''