gob 's office

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a favorable game of pool can be very revealing
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Jack 's billet is my favorite bar. It could be because of the ally I have there or the miss I meet there or my favourite 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 women 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 rig is almost always a yoke of open fitting gamy dungaree and an equally lax bootleg tee shirt with the Jack-tar 's situation logo on the front in Edward White,

I started going to diddly-squat 's Place because of the Fri night after 60 minutes pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am shutting time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tourney room. She would call last round on drinks and then open a doorway into a back room that held a full- sized, regulation, pocket billiards mesa. The entree fee was ten dollar sign. Side wager were optional. Jaqui would gather the money, usher everyone into the room, extradite the drinks, situation one-half of the money in a expectant winner 's prize 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 belittled stairway that led up to her flat and announce, `` Make surely your turn out the visible light and create sure that the bowling alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the tv camera mounted around the elbow room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another cause to love Jack 's Place arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call me Honey, causal agent I 'm the scented thing you 'll ever cope with, 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 clip for the pool tournament.

The tourney was actually an 8-ball biz where the winner kept playing as long as there was a competition. It was purely a lowest man standing tournament, so whoever won the last biz won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side stakes. The stake was standard, you had to throw a ten into the cup to dispute, and it was one one dollar bill for the plot and one dollar for every chunk you left on the table when your opponent sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the sugar plus two dollars for every ball on the table.

Honey usually went household with the cup money. She was ripe, damned respectable, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly short skirts and every time she leaned over the board to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, picayune ass peeking at you from behind a couple of white lacing panty. It sure as shooting broke your concentration.

After respective workweek, it was obvious that she was the best histrion there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` beloved 's cut. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would curl her slight paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri night. '' Anyone who knew the floor just referred to it as `` that Friday dark. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. dearest played like a pro, flashed her pantie like a tease, and was fix to leave with all the money. She looked around the way 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 off the beer bottleful I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her flat stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest ambition had I seen her like that. She was wearing skintight 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 hairsbreadth framed her face and her war paint was pure. She literally steamed with gender and the lust in her optic was very plain. No wonderment 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 even, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a C 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 table. Once for the game and once for each testis on the board. What do you think, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' love 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 secret plan of billiards in any tourney for any amount of money held the tending of the audience like that secret plan. Honey broke and sank three solids. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left dearest a really bad blastoff. 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 ostensible ground. Honey easily sank her twenty percent and 6th orb and tried to telephone circuit up on her utmost Ball when it became ostensible that Jaqui 's misunderstanding had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a nice shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a great attempt with a three cant, come from behind dead reckoning, but the globe just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 nut.

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

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

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

'' Another secret plan, '' stammered honey. `` home rules are that all bets ride to the next biz as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you opine guys ? Those are the home rules. This was a extra game, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will bear her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, Honey, in guinea pig you did n't notification, the ante is one hundred. ''

'' I do n't experience 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 buck credit for those lace panty. Just send packing them in the cup and we 're fix to scud. ``

honey hesitated and looked around like a snare bunny lapin in a den of skirt chaser. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or bead you drawers and tilt over the table for two swats with that partiality 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 glue to this biz would be the majuscule understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the unscathed elbow room every time she shot, love was still a much better role player than Jaqui. dear never seemed to make a mistake while Jaqui made error after fault. But somehow Jaqui 's bobble shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for Honey to produce the nigh of her crack. It looked like honey had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the board, but both balls were in just the wrong berth and Honey did n't go under the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really infirm, but the orchis just managed to go down. She left herself a atrocious final shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would take at least one coin 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 mouthpiece 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 wearable - all of it. Play naked 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 caput and dropped it in the trophy. Her skirt followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How dear could stand naked in a way replete of men and encounter pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even risky. She did n't sink a individual ball. Her hazard held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each turn. Honey sank her last ball and Jaqui 's fortune held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's nut was in just the incorrectly place and Honey had to square up for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her opportunity to whip dearest 's ass and have to pay various thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her slam, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will wee it five thousand a ball if you win, but if I win, in accession to the swats, you will be my slave for the rest of the weekend. Maybe you 'll wish it, you never know. ``

dear 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 orchis before beloved got the 8 ball down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

Jaqui lined up on the six glob 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 lump before scratching in the penny-pinching corner 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 nut, but as she turned to set the cue on the board, her eye widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's live on risky shot, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a tight circle of Jaqui 's nut. With the six ball returned to the table on the spot, the gate to the corral was effective shut. If dear could n't at least tap the 8 and prompt it two inch, she would fray. There were 8 testis on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A scrawl would be ten times that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous games. 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 shot from the beginning of the firstly game had been a set up to bring her to this 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 refuge on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite blanket enough and one of Jaqui 's balls rolled toward the middle of the table. It was a scratch on the 8 nut. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

dearest accepted frustration. She walked down to the end of the board and bent-grass over it with her workforce 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 sustain 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 recession pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 testicle and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the table. `` It was a neat in fritter - 40 thousand dollar mark in easy money. But I was willing to bet that slight dearest here, deep down, is a pain slut who would love to be my slave forever.

Honey just lay her face on the board and began to groan softly.

We held honey 's men and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real hard, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted love 's face up toward hers and said, `` I want to see you kneeling naked at the end of my bed when I come up there. Do n't relate yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a honest slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure 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 beloved 's article of clothing. It read, `` First Place public Billiards Trick Shot tourney Jaqui Jackson ''