Jack 's plaza

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / pond

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Sometimes a friendly game of puddle can be very revealing
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Jack 's berth is my favorite bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the girls I meet there or my favorite brand of obscure beer always being uncommitted in the tank, 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 catch her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her outfit is almost always a pair of on the loose fitting blue denim and an equally on the loose Black tee shirt with the Jack 's topographic point logo on the movement in white,

I started going to Jack 's situation because of the Friday night after hours syndicate tourney. Just before the 2:00 am culmination time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to act in the tournament needed to go to the tourney room. She would promise last troll on drinks and then open a door into a vertebral column elbow room that held a full- sized, regulation, pool tabular array. The entering fee was ten one dollar bill. English stake were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the drinks, place one-half of the money in a large winner 's prize on one of the tables, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tournament elbow room. After drawing the screen on the windows, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make indisputable your turn out the lights and take a shit sure that the alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the room she would add, `` And commend, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reasonableness to roll in the hay Jack 's shoes arrived. Her epithet was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just predict me Honey, effort I 'm the sweetest matter 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 time 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 concluding man standing tournament, so whoever won the last biz won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side bets. The wager was standard, you had to bemuse a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one one dollar bill for the game and one dollar sign 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 scraping plus two dollar sign for every ball on the table.

honey usually went home with the cup money. She was honest, damned good, but she had an unjust advantage. She wore fairly abruptly dame and every meter she leaned over the table to spud, you could see her sloshed, tan, lilliputian ass peeking at you from behind a pair of white lacing panties. It sure broke your concentration.

After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the expert player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the trivial leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would undulate her little paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the floor just referred to it as `` that Friday night. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. Honey played like a pro, flashed her panties like a teasing, 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, beloved, '' came a sultry answer 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 ambition had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black drawers 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 hair framed her face and her war paint was stark. She literally steamed with gender and the lust in her centre was very evident. No marvel none of the men at diddlysquat '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 eve, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the plot and a hundred for every bollock if you win. If I win, I get to whip your naked ass right there on that board. Once for the plot and once for each Lucille Ball on the table. What do you think, dear, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' dear 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 sum of money of money held the attending of the audience like that game. honey broke and sank three solid state. 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 part for no apparent reason. Honey easily sank her one-fifth and sixth balls and tried to line up on her last ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's misapprehension had actually saved her the game. beloved could n't get a the right way shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's musket ball. She made a big try with a three bank, come from behind shooter, but the musket ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 ball.

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

beloved was totally wide-eyed and gasping for breathing spell. 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 game, '' stammered honey. `` House ruler are that all stakes ride to the next game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you retrieve guys ? Those are the house dominion. This was a special plot, but I agree. If love antes up in the cup, I will live with her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per chunk against four swats. And, dearest, in case you did n't notice, the ante is one 100. ''

'' I do n't stimulate that sort of money on me, '' moaned Honey.

Jaqui smiled, or what it a sneer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll sacrifice you one hundred dollar bill recognition for those lacing panty. Just sink them in the cup and we 're ready to rack. ``

dearest hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny girl hare in a den of brute. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you drawers and lean over the board for two swats with that go for leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost crying, love reached down and removed her pantie and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glued to this plot would be the groovy understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the unscathed elbow room every clip she shot, dear was still a much better actor than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to clear a mistake while Jaqui made erroneousness after misplay. But somehow Jaqui 's blown injection always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for dearest to make the most of her gibe. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's bollock still on the board, but both Ball were in just the wrongly smudge and Honey did n't go down the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really weak, but the ballock just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final gibe, however, the cue was slightly in the English air pocket and it would hold at least one banking concern to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the turning point sac. ``

beloved just stood at the end of the tabular array with her sass exposed. `` 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 habiliment - 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 head and dropped it in the trophy. Her skirt followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How Honey could stand naked in a room full moon of men and play syndicate like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the former hand, played even worse. She did n't sink a unmarried ball. Her luck held, however, and love was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each turn. Honey sank her last nut and Jaqui 's circumstances held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's formal was in just the wrong spot and dearest had to settle for a safety device on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to whip love 's ass and have to pay various thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, 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 summation to the swats, you will be my striver for the residual 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 table with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 balls 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 snug corner pocket.

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

love smugly walked to the end of the mesa to retrieve the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the mesa, her eyes widened and her present turned totally wan. On Jaqui 's conclusion wild shot, the 8 ball had rolled into the midriff of a tight circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six ball returned to the table on the spot, the gate to the corral was effective closed. If dearest could n't at to the lowest degree tap the 8 and impress it two inch, she would expunge. There were 8 ball on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A abrasion would be ten clip that plus twice that for every nut 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 offset of the initiative game had been a set up to lend 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 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 midsection of the table. It was a boodle on the 8 ball. game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the tabular array and bent grass over it with her men stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please obtain her over the tabular array, I 've got some whipping to do, '' announced Jaqui. No one moved. We really were n't trusted what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not recognize that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could let won every game, but her privy 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 sac. The shaft pushed aside the 8 testicle and the tip pointed through a gap in the cow pen to the former end of the tabular array. `` It was a straight in shot - forty thousand dollars in easy money. But I was willing to bet that petty Honey here, deep down, is a pain slut who would sleep together to be my slave forever.

dearest just lay her fount on the mesa and began to groan softly.

We held beloved 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not literal concentrated, but every one of the 264 metre. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey '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 adjoin yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a good striver. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure as shooting the alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the low gear fourth dimension, I stopped to actually read what it said on that battered old trophy that held the night 's winnings as well as Honey 's wear. It read, `` first station World Billiards Trick barb tourney Jaqui Jackson ''