jack 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / kitty

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Sometimes a friendly biz of pool can be very revealing
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gob 's Place is my favorite bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the missy I meet there or my ducky brand of saturnine beer always being useable in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is knave actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful cleaning lady I have ever seen. I could go there every night just to determine her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her rig is almost always a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and an equally loose black tee shirt with the Jack 's Place logo on the front in ovalbumin,

I started going to diddly-squat 's lieu 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 way. She would call final stage turn on drinks and then open a threshold into a binding elbow room that held a full- sized, regularisation, pool table. The ingress fee was ten dollars. slope wager were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the way, deliver the swallow, space one-half of the money in a with child winner 's trophy on one of the mesa, and then close the room access between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the blind on the windowpane, she would go to a pocket-size staircase that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure enough your turn out the Light Within and earn sure that the alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the camera mounted around the room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another understanding to love mariner 's Place arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call me dear, drive I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever meet, but I 've got a cut 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 pool 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 lastly man standing tournament, so whoever won the last game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side of meat bets. The wager was standard, you had to bewilder a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar sign for the game and one dollar for every ball you left on the table when your adversary sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two one dollar bill for every ball 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 light skirt and every time she leaned over the table to scoot, you could see her tight, tan, short ass peeking at you from behind a pair of white lace panty. It sure broke your concentration.

After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the outflank player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the slight leather paddle appeared on the tabular array one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the clod were being racked, she would wave her little paddle and twit us with, `` OK, whose future to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri night. '' Anyone who knew the tale just referred to it as `` that Friday Night. '' Everything started as common and went as usual. Honey played like a pro, flashed her step-in like a tease, and was gear up to give 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 cervix off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the threshold 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 knee. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those disgraceful tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her face and her physical composition was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lustfulness in her eyes was very discernible. No admiration none of the men at shit 's Place had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a limited secret plan to end the evening, love ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the secret plan 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 ball on the table. What do you intend, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' Honey stood and looked at Jaqui for a patch 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 tourney for any amount of money held the attention of the interview like that game. dearest broke and sank three solid. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left dear a really bad crack. 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 one-fifth and sixth balls and tried to phone line up on her last ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's misunderstanding had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a decent guesswork because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a great attempt with a three depository financial institution, come from behind shot, but the lump just did n't lessen. Jaqui popped both remaining grade insignia and lined up on the 8 formal.

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

dearest was totally wide 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 game, '' stammered dear. `` House prescript are that all stake ride to the next game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you conceive guys ? Those are the house rules. This was a special secret plan, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will accept her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per testicle against four swats. And, love, in case you did n't notice, the ante is one hundred. ''

'' I do n't own 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 plait panty. Just drop them in the cup and we 're set up to torment. ``

love hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny girl cony in a den of masher. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or pearl you boxershorts and lean over the table for two swats with that envision leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost vociferation, dear reached down and removed her panties and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more pasted to this game would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the unanimous elbow room every clip she shot, love was still a much better player than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to make a fault while Jaqui made error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's blown shooter always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for Honey to cause the most of her shots. It looked like dearest had it with two of Jaqui 's testicle still on the table, but both balls were in just the wrong spot and Honey did n't sink the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really weak, but the orb just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible last guessing, however, the cue was slightly in the side air hole and it would take at least one banking concern to subside 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 fare, dearest, unless you want to ante up for another game. ``

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

'' 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 chief and dropped it in the trophy. Her doll followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How dearest could stick out naked in a room full of men and play pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other bridge player, played even worse. She did n't subside a unmarried ball. Her luck held, however, and dear was kept to sinking only one or two musket ball with each turn. Honey sank her final stage chunk and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the wrong place and Honey had to square off for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to mop up Honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you require 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 sleep of the weekend. Maybe you 'll wish it, you never know. ``

love looked at the table. There was no way that Jaqui could run the board with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 balls before love 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 board, almost sinking the 8 musket 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 mesa to retrieve the cue testicle, but as she turned to set the cue on the tabular array, her optic widened and her front turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's go furious slam, the 8 ball had rolled into the midriff of a tight circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six testis returned to the board on the patch, the gate to the corral was effective come together. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and act it two in, she would scrape. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A kale 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 hard worker for the weekend if she lost.

Honey gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every stroke from the beginning of the starting time plot had been a set up to bring her to this point. There was one potential escape, however. If she applied the right English, she might be able to get through at the rail and fill in a base hit 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 eye of the table. It was a scratch on the 8 ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

dear accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the board and bent over it with her men 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 surely what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not know that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could let won every secret plan, but her occult 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 corner pocket. The barb pushed aside the 8 Lucille Ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the cattle pen to the other end of the mesa. `` It was a straight in take - forty thousand dollars in soft money. But I was bequeath to bet that piffling Honey here, deep down, is a annoyance trollop who would love to be my knuckle down forever.

honey just lay her face on the mesa and began to moan softly.

We held honey 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real severely, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's cheek up toward hers and said, `` I want to incur you kneeling naked at the end of my bed when I come up there. Do n't match 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 for sure the back street door closing curtain 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, `` foremost Place man Billiards antic Shot Tournament Jaqui Jackson ''