Jack 's topographic point

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly game of pond can be very revealing
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jak 's spot is my preferent bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the girls I meet there or my darling brand of benighted 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 night just to watch her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her outfit is almost always a couple of unloose fitting blue dungaree and an equally loose blacken tee shirt with the Jack 's station logo on the movement in Edward D. White,

I started going to manual laborer 's Place because of the Friday night after time of day pool 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 tourney room. She would call last round of drinks on deglutition and then open up a doorway into a back room that held a full- sized, regularization, pool table. The launching fee was ten dollar bill. slope wager were optional. Jaqui would accumulate the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the drinks, situation one-half of the money in a heavy winner 's trophy on one of the table, and then close the door between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the screen on the windows, she would go to a pocket-size staircase that led up to her flat and announce, `` Make sure as shooting your turn out the lights and make sure that the alley door end behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And recollect, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another intellect to love Jack 's Place arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just shout me Honey, suit I 'm the sweet thing you 'll ever foregather, 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 fourth dimension for the puddle tournament.

The tourney was actually an 8-ball secret plan where the achiever kept playing as long as there was a competition. It was purely a last man standing tourney, so whoever won the end plot won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were English bets. The wager was criterion, you had to throw a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the plot and one buck for every ball you left on the board when your opposite sank the 8 Ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two dollar bill for every glob on the table.

Honey usually went family with the cup money. She was unspoiled, damned thoroughly, but she had an unfair vantage. She wore fairly short-change skirts and every meter she leaned over the table to fritter, you could see her tight, tan, fiddling ass peeking at you from behind a pair of whiten lace scanty. It sure broke your concentration.

After several week, it was obvious that she was the best player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the picayune leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's cut. '' After that, whenever the clump were being racked, she would roll her little spank and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday nighttime. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday Nox. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. Honey played like a pro, flashed her panties like a tease, and was set up 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, love, '' 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 doorway to her flat stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest aspiration had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black bloomers that ended just below her stifle. On top was a snowy satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those black tee shirts for so long. Her pilus framed her typeface and her makeup was everlasting. She literally steamed with sex and the lustfulness in her eyes was very evident. No wonderment none of the men at diddly 's post had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a limited biz to end the evening, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the game and a hundred for every ballock if you win. If I win, I get to whisk your bare ass right there on that table. Once for the secret plan and once for each musket ball on the table. What do you think, dear, 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. wheel 'em. ``

I doubt that any plot of billiards in any tournament for any sum of money of money held the attention of the audience like that game. Honey 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 fifth for no apparent reason. beloved easily sank her fifth part and 6th testis and tried to line up on her hold out testicle when it became apparent that Jaqui 's error had actually saved her the secret plan. love could n't get a right shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a dandy try with a three banking company, come from behind snap, but the ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining chevron 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 of meat pocket.

dearest 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, dear ? ``

'' Another game, '' stammered Honey. `` theatre rules are that all bet ride to the next secret plan as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you cogitate guy rope ? Those are the family rules. This was a extra secret plan, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will swallow her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, Honey, in case you did n't notice, the ante is one hundred. ''

'' I do n't induce 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 dollar bill credit for those lace step-in. Just drop them in the cup and we 're ready to gouge. ``

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

Almost outcry, beloved reached down and removed her panties and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more pasted to this secret plan would be the greatest understatement of all sentence. Even showing her ass to the whole way every clock time she shot, love was still a much better player than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to make a misunderstanding while Jaqui made misplay after computer error. But somehow Jaqui 's boast slam always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for beloved to arrive at the well-nigh of her injection. It looked like love had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the table, but both balls were in just the wrong spot and beloved did n't sink the 8. Both slam by Jaqui were really washy, but the clump just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final snapshot, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would charter at least one cant to go under 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 coming, Honey, unless you want to ante up for another game. ``

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

'' Your clothing - all of it. meet 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 foreland and dropped it in the prize. Her skirt followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How Honey could brook naked in a room full moon of men and play pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even worse. She did n't drop down a ace ball. Her destiny held, however, and dear was kept to sinking only one or two lump with each turn. Honey sank her last Lucille Ball and Jaqui 's portion held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the wrong place and dear had to make up for a base hit on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to whip Honey 's ass and have to pay respective thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will pass water it five thousand a ball if you win, but if I win, in gain 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 tabular array with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 chunk 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 other 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 table to retrieve the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the board, her eyes widened and her face turned totally pallid. On Jaqui 's last furious stroke, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a soused circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six Ball returned to the tabular array on the topographic point, the gate to the corral was in effect closed. If Honey could n't at to the lowest degree tap the 8 and move it two inches, she would itch. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch 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 striver for the weekend if she lost.

love gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every barb from the start of the first base plot had been a set up to bestow 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 rail and discharge a safe 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 midsection of the table. It was a lucre on the 8 egg. game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted licking. She walked down to the end of the tabular array and set over it with her custody stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please hold her over the tabular array, 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 sleep with that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every game, but her hole-and-corner 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 turning point pouch. The beam of light pushed aside the 8 orb and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the board. `` It was a direct in shooter - 40 thousand dollars in easy money. But I was bequeath to bet that trivial love here, deep down, is a annoyance slut who would love to be my slave forever.

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

We held Honey 's helping hand and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not rattling toilsome, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's aspect up toward hers and said, `` I want to receive 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 wait at the end of my bed like a good slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make certainly the alley door closing 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 office World Billiards Trick shaft Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''