Jack 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / Pool

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Sometimes a friendly game of consortium can be very revealing
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labourer 's Place is my favorite bar. It could be because of the Quaker I have there or the young lady I meet there or my preferent steel of glum beer always being useable 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 pair of loose fitting blue blue jean and an equally loose pitch blackness tee shirt with the Jack 's Place logo on the movement in white,

I started going to diddly-shit 's space because of the Friday night after hours pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closing time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tourney needed to go to the tournament room. She would call utmost rung on boozing and then afford a door into a binding way that held a full- sized, ordinance, pond tabular array. The entry fee was ten dollars. slope bets were optional. Jaqui would take in the money, usher everyone into the room, deliver the drinkable, place 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 tourney room. After drawing the blinds on the window, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your turn out the light and make for certain that the back street room access closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the television camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And call back, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to love Jack 's shoes arrived. Her figure was - well, she never gave her figure. She always said, `` Just scream me dear, effort I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever cope with, 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 time for the pool tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the success 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 side bets. The stakes was measure, you had to project a ten into the cup to gainsay, and it was one dollar for the game and one dollar for every ball you left on the board when your opponent sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two dollar for every testicle on the table.

Honey usually went home with the cup money. She was good, damned good, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly dead skirts and every clip she leaned over the table to spud, you could see her blotto, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a duet of white lacing scanty. It sure broke your concentration.

After several hebdomad, it was obvious that she was the dear 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, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the glob were being racked, she would wave her piffling paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose following to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the storey just referred to it as `` that Fri nighttime. '' Everything started as usual and went as common. Honey played like a pro, flashed her panty like a ribbing, and was ready 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 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 dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skintight nigrify pant that ended just below her knee joint. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those blacken tee shirts for so long. Her haircloth framed her case and her makeup was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lustfulness in her heart was very evident. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's piazza 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, dearest ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a century for the secret plan and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to rack up your bare ass right there on that table. Once for the game and once for each ball on the table. What do you think, dearest, 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. Rack 'em. ``

I doubt that any biz of billiards in any tourney for any amount of money held the care of the audience like that plot. Honey broke and sank three solid. Jaqui sank two bar, but left dear 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. Honey easily sank her fifth part and one-sixth testicle and tried to line up on her endure ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's misunderstanding had actually saved her the biz. Honey could n't get a decent guess because she was blocked by Jacqui 's Ball. She made a gravid attempt with a three money box, come from behind guessing, but the ball just did n't accrue. 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 side pocket.

Honey was totally dewy-eyed and gasping for breathing time. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might turn a loss. She never had before.

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

'' Another game, '' stammered Honey. `` House rules are that all bets ride to the succeeding game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think guys ? Those are the house formula. This was a exceptional game, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will take on her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, Honey, in fount you did n't notice, the ante is one century. ''

'' I do n't have got 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 recognition for those interlace panties. Just send away them in the cup and we 're set up to rack. ``

Honey hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny girl rabbit in a den of wildcat. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you boxers and lean over the table for two swats with that fancy leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost shout, beloved reached down and removed her pantie and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more glued to this game would be the greatest understatement of all fourth dimension. Even showing her ass to the whole way every time she shot, Honey was still a much honest player than Jaqui. dearest never seemed to spend a penny a mistake while Jaqui made error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shots always seemed to end up just in the haywire shoes for honey to make the most of her guess. It looked like honey had it with two of Jaqui 's chunk still on the table, but both balls were in just the awry topographic point and honey did n't sink the 8. Both dead reckoning by Jaqui were really feeble, but the lump just managed to go down. She left herself a tremendous final shooter, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would ask 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 mesa with her sass undecided. `` That 's four swats you 've got get, love, unless you want to ante up for another game. ``

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

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

'' A yard, '' 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 beloved could resist naked in a room full of men and play pocket billiards like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even worse. She did n't fall off a single ball. Her luck held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two clump with each spell. dear sank her last ball and Jaqui 's fate held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the wrongfulness post and dear had to descend for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her luck to rack up dearest 's ass and have to pay several 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 addition to the swats, you will be my slave for the relief of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

dear looked at the tabular array. 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 Lucille 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 early end of the table, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the close 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 ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her center widened and her faced turned totally sick. On Jaqui 's last wild shot, the 8 egg had rolled into the center of a wet set of Jaqui 's balls. With the six ball returned to the table on the bit, the gate to the corral was good fill up. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and run it two inches, she would fray. There were 8 balls on the mesa. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten clock time that plus twice that for every ball on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the premature plot. 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 commencement of the first-class honours degree game had been a set up to bring her to this dot. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the rightfield English people, she might be able to get through at the track and complete a rubber on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite astray enough and one of Jaqui 's balls rolled toward the eye of the board. It was a scratch on the 8 ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted licking. She walked down to the end of the table and bent-grass over it with her deal 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 trusted what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not know that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every game, but her closed book 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 pocket. The shot pushed aside the 8 clod and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the other end of the mesa. `` It was a flat in changeable - 40 thousand buck in easy money. But I was willing to bet that little Honey here, deep down, is a pain slut who would roll in the hay to be my striver forever.

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

We held Honey 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not actual hard, but every one of the 264 times. 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 have-to doe with yourself. Do n't pleasure yourself. Just wait at the end of my bed like a effective striver. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the bowling alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the steps. As I left, for the first metre, I stopped to actually read what it said on that battered old trophy that held the Night 's winnings as well as Honey 's vesture. It read, `` number one home cosmos Billiards Trick guesswork tournament Jaqui Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson ''