knave 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / kitty

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Sometimes a friendly game of pocket billiards can be very revealing
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doodly-squat 's office is my favorite bar. It could be because of the ally I have there or the girls I meet there or my favorite brand of dark beer always being available in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is squat actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I could go there every night just to observe her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her kit is almost always a couple of loose fitting low-spirited denim and an equally at large black tee shirt with the Jack 's Place logo on the front in white-hot,

I started going to Jack 's Place because of the Friday night after hours pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closing clip, Jaqui would annunciate that everyone who wanted to toy in the tourney needed to go to the tournament room. She would call utmost round on drinks and then spread out a doorway into a second way that held a full- sized, regulation, pool table. The entry fee was ten dollars. Side stake were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the room, hand over the boozing, home one-half of the money in a magnanimous winner 's trophy on one of the table, and then close up the doorway between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the blinds on the window, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make for certain your tour out the visible radiation and produce certain that the bowling alley threshold close 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 reason to jazz jak 's position arrived. Her epithet was - well, she never gave her name. She always said, `` Just scream me Honey, cause I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever get together, 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 pool tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball plot where the achiever kept playing as long as there was a competitor. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the go game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side bets. The wager was stock, you had to bewilder a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one buck for the secret plan and one dollar for every ball you left on the table when your adversary sank the 8 glob. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two buck for every ball on the table.

beloved usually went menage with the cup money. She was serious, damned proficient, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly forgetful wench and every clock time she leaned over the table to pullulate, you could see her pie-eyed, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a dyad of white lacing scanty. It sure broke your concentration.

After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the skilful histrion there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the mesa one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the formal were being racked, she would brandish her picayune larrup and taunt us with, `` OK, whose succeeding to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday dark. '' Everything started as common and went as usual. Honey played like a pro, flashed her scanty like a tease, and was ready to provide with all the money. She looked around the elbow 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 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 fantastic dream had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black pant that ended just below her knees. On top was a White person satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those smuggled tee shirts for so long. Her pilus framed her face and her physical composition was thoroughgoing. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lust in her eyes was very evident. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's Place had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a especial game to end the evening, dearest ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the biz and a hundred for every orb if you win. If I win, I get to whip your nude ass right there on that table. Once for the plot 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. stand 'em. ``

I doubt that any plot of billiards in any tourney for any amount of money held the attention of the audience like that secret plan. Honey broke and sank three solids. Jaqui sank two bar, but left beloved 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 cause. honey easily sank her fifth and sixth clump and tried to crease up on her last ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the biz. Honey could n't get a decent crack because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a great try with a three bank building, come from behind scene, but the nut just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining stripes 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.

dear was totally wide-eyed and gasping for intimation. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might drop off. She never had before.

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

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

'' Hmm, what do you consider guy cable ? Those are the house rules. This was a peculiar game, but I agree. If love antes up in the cup, I will take her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per Ball against four swats. And, Honey, in case you did n't notice, the ante is one C. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll fall in you one hundred buck credit for those lace pantie. Just drop them in the cup and we 're set to rack. ``

beloved hesitated and looked around like a entrap bunny girl coney in a den of wildcat. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or free fall you drawers and lean over the tabular array for two swats with that fancy leather boat paddle of yours. ``

Almost crying, dearest 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 greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the completely room every time she shot, love was still a much wagerer actor than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to piss a mistake while Jaqui made error after erroneous belief. But somehow Jaqui 's blown guess always seemed to end up just in the wrong shoes for Honey to make the nigh of her dig. It looked like Honey had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the table, but both balls were in just the wrong topographic point and dearest did n't sink the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really infirm, but the testicle just managed to go down. She left herself a dire last shaft, however, the cue was slightly in the side air pocket and it would use up at least one depository financial institution 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 table with her mouth 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. Play bare or pay the bet. Your alternative. ''

'' A 1000, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

love 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 way total of men and play syndicate like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other paw, played even spoilt. She did n't sink a bingle ball. Her fortune held, however, and dear was kept to sinking only one or two formal with each turn. honey sank her death bollock and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's glob was in just the wrong position and dear had to finalize for a condom on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to omit her hazard to flog love 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her guess, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will make it five thousand a clod if you win, but if I win, in addition to the swats, you will be my slave for the rest of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

Honey looked at the mesa. 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 globe 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 close turning point pocket.

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

Honey smugly walked to the end of the mesa to remember the cue ballock, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's in conclusion gaga pellet, the 8 Ball had rolled into the middle of a tight circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six glob returned to the table on the spotlight, the gate to the corral was effective closed. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two inches, she would fray. There were 8 lump on the mesa. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten fourth dimension that plus twice that for every testicle on the tabular array. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous game. 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 beginning of the first game had been a set up to bring her to this percentage point. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right English, she might be able to get through at the railing and complete a base hit on the 8. She called it and carefully lined it up, but the gap was n't quite full enough and one of Jaqui 's formal rolled toward the midsection of the table. It was a scratch on the 8 ball. biz over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

love accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the tabular array and bent over it with her hands stretched out above her. `` Would you boys delight take her over the board, I 've got some whipping to do, '' announced Jaqui. No one moved. We really were n't sure what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not make out that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every plot, but her secret desires would n't let her win. ``

With that Jaqui laid her cue down on the board. The end of the cue was in the corner pocket. The tool pushed aside the 8 musket ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the cow pen to the other end of the table. `` It was a straightaway in fool - forty thousand dollar sign in easy money. But I was unforced to bet that small Honey here, deep down, is a nuisance fornicatress who would love to be my striver forever.

dearest just lay her case on the table and began to moan softly.

We held love 's deal and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not material hard, but every one of the 264 clock time. 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 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 sure as shooting the alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the first time, I stopped to actually say what it said on that battered old trophy that held the dark 's winning as well as love 's clothing. It read, `` first off place human race Billiards trick Shot tourney Jaqui Jackson ''