Jack 's stead

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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labourer 's seat is my pet bar. It could be because of the Friend I have there or the little girl I meet there or my favorite brand of dark 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 turnout is almost always a span of liberal fitting racy dungaree and an equally informal black tee shirt with the tar 's spot logo on the front in white,

I started going to Jack 's shoes because of the Friday Nox after minute pond tourney. Just before the 2:00 am close meter, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to spiel in the tournament needed to go to the tournament room. She would call last unit of ammunition on drink and then spread out a door into a rearward elbow room that held a full- sized, regulation, pool tabular array. The entry fee was ten dollar bill. Side stakes were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the way, redeem the drinkable, place one-half of the money in a large achiever 's trophy on one of the tables, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tournament way. After drawing the subterfuge on the windows, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make indisputable your bout out the sparkle and pee sure that the alley door finale behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the room she would add, `` And recall, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to lie with laborer 's property arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just call in me Honey, crusade I 'm the dulcet affair 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 pond tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the succeeder kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the close game won the money in the prize, and yes, there were side bets. The wager was standard, you had to throw a ten into the cup to dispute, and it was one dollar for the secret plan and one dollar for every ball you left on the table when your opponent sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two dollars for every bollock on the table.

Honey usually went menage with the cup money. She was commodity, damned in force, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly short skirt and every time she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, slight ass peeking at you from behind a duet of white lace panties. It sure broke your concentration.

After respective hebdomad, it was obvious that she was the best player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the slight 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 roll her picayune paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday Nox. '' Anyone who knew the write up 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 annoyer, and was ready to leave alone 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, honey, '' came a sultry answer from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck off the beer nursing bottle I had been emptying. There in the threshold to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my untamed dreaming had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight pitch-dark pant that ended just below her articulatio genus. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those inglorious tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her face and her constitution was unadulterated. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lustfulness in her heart was very evident. No marvel none of the men at old salt 's post 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, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the game and a hundred for every chunk if you win. If I win, I get to flog your raw ass right there on that tabular array. Once for the biz and once for each ball on the table. What do you think, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' dear 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 game of billiards in any tournament for any amount of money held the attention of the audience like that game. Honey broke and sank three solids. 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 manifest reasonableness. Honey easily sank her twenty percent and 6th testicle and tried to line up on her last formal when it became apparent that Jaqui 's error had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a comely shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's egg. She made a great attempt with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the clod just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes and lined up on the 8 ball.

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

Honey was totally wide and gasping for hint. 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 secret plan, '' stammered honey. `` House rules are that all bet ride to the next game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think guys ? Those are the house dominion. This was a especial game, but I agree. If love antes up in the cup, I will consent her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per musket ball against four swats. And, Honey, in typeface you did n't notice, the ante is one C. ''

'' I do n't have that kind of money on me, '' moaned Honey.

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll devote you one hundred dollars credit for those lace panties. Just spend them in the cup and we 're cook to squeeze. ``

dear hesitated and looked around like a trapped bunny cony in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or free fall you drawers and lean over the mesa for two swats with that fancy leather paddle of yours. ``

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

To say that we were even more glued to this game would be the sterling understatement of all clip. Even showing her ass to the all way every time she shot, Honey was still a much better player than Jaqui. beloved never seemed to pass water a mistake while Jaqui made erroneousness after erroneous belief. But somehow Jaqui 's bumble shots always seemed to end up just in the untimely topographic point for love to work the most of her barb. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's clump still on the mesa, but both balls were in just the damage spot and Honey did n't go under the 8. Both pellet by Jaqui were really weak, but the musket ball just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible final dig, however, the cue was slightly in the English pocket and it would subscribe to at least one bank to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the nook pocket. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the board with her mouth open. `` That 's four swats you 've got upcoming, Honey, unless you want to ante up for another game. ``

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

'' Your clothing - all of it. work bare 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 wench followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How honey could stand naked in a way wax of men and wager pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even spoiled. She did n't go under a single ball. Her luck held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two musket ball with each bend. Honey sank her last-place ball and Jaqui 's chance held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the ill-timed topographic point and Honey had to sink for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to overlook her chance to slash honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her nip, 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 slave for the rest of the weekend. Maybe you 'll care it, you never know. ``

beloved 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 bollock before Honey got the 8 lump 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 former end of the table, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the last 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 board, her eyes widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's stopping point tempestuous shooter, the 8 egg had rolled into the middle of a mingy circle of Jaqui 's Lucille Ball. With the six ball returned to the board on the fleck, the gate to the corral was effective close up. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and strike it two inches, she would scratch. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A excoriation would be ten prison term that plus twice that for every ball on the mesa. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the old games. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's striver for the weekend if she lost.

Honey gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every slam from the beginning of the first secret plan had been a set up to make for her to this point. There was one potential escape, however. If she applied the rectify English people, 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 musket ball rolled toward the center of the tabular array. It was a dent on the 8 clump. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

dearest accepted licking. She walked down to the end of the table and bent over it with her hands stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please agree 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 have won every plot, but her enigma 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 street corner air pocket. The slam 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 straight in shot - forty thousand dollars in easy money. But I was willing to bet that little love here, deep down, is a pain strumpet who would roll in the hay to be my striver forever.

dear just lay her face on the board and began to moan softly.

We held dearest 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not really hard, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted love '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 postponement at the end of my bed like a good slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the alleyway threshold conclusion 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 winning as well as Honey 's wear. It read, `` First Place World Billiards deception Shot tournament Jaqui Stonewall Jackson ''