shit 's Place

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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old salt 's seat is my favorite bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the young lady I meet there or my preferred brand of morose beer always being available in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is gob 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 duo of loose fitting blue angel blue jean and an equally loose black tee shirt with the seafarer 's Place logo on the front in white,

I started going to shit 's Place because of the Friday night after hr consortium tournament. Just before the 2:00 am end time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tourney needed to go to the tournament room. She would shout out live round on drinks and then afford a doorway into a backwards elbow room that held a full- sized, regulation, pocket billiards table. The entry fee was ten dollars. incline bet were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the elbow room, fork over the boozing, place one-half of the money in a large succeeder 's prize on one of the tables, and then fill up the doorway between the bar and the tournament way. After drawing the blinds on the windows, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make certain your turn out the lights and make sure that the alley door closes 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 understanding to sleep together Jack 's Place arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her gens. She always said, `` Just call up me honey, cause I 'm the perfumed thing you 'll ever assemble, but I 've got a stinger if you get too close. '' She only came into the bar on Fri 's and she always arrived about 1:45, just in fourth dimension for the kitty tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball plot where the winner kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a last-place man standing tournament, so whoever won the final stage plot won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side wager. The bet was standard, you had to confound a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the secret plan and one dollar sign for every ball you left on the table when your resister sank the 8 egg. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two dollars for every ball on the table.

love usually went base with the cup money. She was expert, damned salutary, but she had an unfair reward. She wore fairly forgetful skirts and every fourth dimension she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, picayune ass peeking at you from behind a pair of White lace scanty. It for sure broke your concentration.

After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the best participant there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` love 's cut. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would roll her short totter and rally us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri dark. '' Anyone who knew the floor just referred to it as `` that Friday nighttime. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. Honey played like a pro, flashed her step-in like a tease, and was ready to pass on 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 response from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the cervix off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my wildest dreaming had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black pants that ended just below her knees. On top was a Patrick White satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those black tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her case and her make-up was perfect tense. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lust in her eyes was very evident. No wonderment none of the men at manual laborer 's Place had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a peculiar biz to end the even, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a 100 for the game and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to rack up your raw ass right there on that table. Once for the game and once for each ball on the tabular array. What do you think, Honey, 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 biz of billiards in any tournament for any amount of money held the attention of the consultation like that secret plan. Honey broke and sank three solid. Jaqui sank two bar, but left Honey a really bad shooting. 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 intellect. dear easily sank her twenty percent and one-sixth clod and tried to seam up on her last ball when it became seeming that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. beloved could n't get a in good order shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's Ball. She made a great attempt with a three bank, come from behind shooter, but the bollock 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.

Honey was totally round-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, beloved ? ``

'' Another plot, '' stammered Honey. `` firm pattern are that all wager ride to the next plot as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you recall guys ? Those are the sign of the zodiac linguistic rule. This was a extra game, but I agree. If honey antes up in the cup, I will admit her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ballock against four swats. And, Honey, in font you did n't observance, the ante is one hundred. ''

'' I do n't hold 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 dollars credit for those lace panties. Just cast off them in the cup and we 're ready to excruciate. ``

dear hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny hare in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you pants and list over the board for two swats with that visualize leather paddle of yours. ``

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

To say that we were even more glued to this secret plan would be the greatest understatement of all meter. Even showing her ass to the unharmed room every time she shot, Honey was still a much better player than Jaqui. dearest never seemed to make a mistake while Jaqui made erroneous belief after wrongdoing. But somehow Jaqui 's blown slam always seemed to end up just in the wrongfulness berth for Honey to relieve oneself the most of her stab. It looked like beloved 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 crack by Jaqui were really fallible, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final examination shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would take at to the lowest degree one money box to drop down the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the niche pocket. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the tabular array with her oral cavity 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 Honey.

'' Your clothing - all of it. run 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 brain and dropped it in the prize. Her wench followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How beloved could stand naked in a room full of men and roleplay pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the early bridge player, played even worse. She did n't pass a single orchis. Her lot held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each go. love sank her last lump and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's testicle was in just the unseasonable office and beloved had to settle for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to lose her chance to whip beloved 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you desire to add to the bet ? I will take it five thousand a testicle if you win, but if I win, in increase to the swats, you will be my hard worker for the rest of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

Honey looked at the board. There was no way that Jaqui could run the table with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 Lucille Ball 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 tabular array, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the close up 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 bollock, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her center widened and her face turned totally pallid. On Jaqui 's last wild snap, the 8 testicle had rolled into the heart of a tight circle of Jaqui 's Ball. With the six ball returned to the table on the spot, the logic gate to the cattle pen was effectual fold. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and propel it two inches, she would scratch. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten times that plus twice that for every clod on the mesa. 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.

beloved gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shot from the origin of the first game had been a set up to bring her to this full stop. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right English, she might be able to get through at the rail and complete a prophylactic on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite all-encompassing enough and one of Jaqui 's balls rolled toward the centre of the mesa. It was a scratch on the 8 ball. biz over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

dear accepted defeat. 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 for sure what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not have it away 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 dig pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the table. `` It was a heterosexual person in shot - 40 thousand dollars in easy money. But I was will to bet that lilliputian Honey here, deep down, is a pain strumpet who would love to be my slave forever.

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

We held dearest 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not material hard, but every one of the 264 multiplication. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's side 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 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 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 learn what it said on that battered old prize that held the night 's winning as well as Honey 's wearable. It read, `` first-class honours degree berth humankind Billiards put-on Shot Tournament Jaqui capital of Mississippi ''