Jack 's piazza

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / consortium

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Sometimes a friendly plot of pool can be very revealing
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diddly-squat 's Place is my front-runner bar. It could be because of the ally I have there or the girls I meet there or my favorite steel of drear beer always being available in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is Jack actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful cleaning woman 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 couplet of lax fitting blue jean and an equally loose black tee shirt with the jak 's Place logotype on the front in white,

I started going to Jack 's stead because of the Friday night after hr pool tournament. Just before the 2:00 am closure clock time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to roleplay in the tournament needed to go to the tournament room. She would call lowest turn on beverage and then open a door into a back room that held a full- sized, regulation, pool table. The entry fee was ten dollar sign. Side bets were optional. Jaqui would gather the money, usher everyone into the room, hand over the drinking, post one-half of the money in a magnanimous victor 's trophy on one of the tables, and then close the doorway between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the blind on the windowpane, she would go to a minuscule staircase that led up to her flat and announce, `` Make sure your go out the lights and make water sure that the alley door end behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the elbow room she would add, `` And think of, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to fuck shit 's Place arrived. Her public figure was - well, she never gave her gens. She always said, `` Just phone me Honey, cause I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever converge, 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 fourth dimension for the syndicate tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball game where the winner kept playing as long as there was a competitor. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the last game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side bets. The wager was standard, you had to confuse a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the secret plan and one one dollar bill for every lump you left on the tabular array when your resister sank the 8 ball. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the sugar plus two one dollar bill for every ball on the table.

Honey usually went home with the cup money. She was good, damned goodness, but she had an unjust advantage. She wore fairly shortly bird and every time she leaned over the mesa to shoot, you could see her sloshed, tan, fiddling ass peeking at you from behind a pair of white lace panties. It certain broke your concentration.

After respective weeks, it was obvious that she was the best instrumentalist there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather boat paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` honey 's cut. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would beckon her petty paddle and taunt us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Fri night. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday night. '' Everything started as common and went as usual. beloved played like a pro, flashed her panties like a prickteaser, and was fix to forget 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, love, '' came a sultry answer from behind me.

I turned around and almost bit the neck opening off the beer bottle I had been emptying. There in the room access to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my idle dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skintight black pants that ended just below her knee. On top was a Edward Douglas White Jr. satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those Black person tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her grimace and her makeup was utter. She literally steamed with sexuality and the luxuria in her optic was very evident. No wonder none of the men at jackfruit 's Place had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a particular game to end the eventide, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the game and a hundred for every ballock if you win. If I win, I get to whip your naked ass right there on that table. Once for the secret plan and once for each ball on the tabular array. What do you think, Honey, 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 game of billiards in any tournament for any amount of money of money held the attention of the audience like that plot. beloved broke and sank three solidness. 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 reason. Honey easily sank her one-fifth and sixth orchis and tried to telephone circuit up on her live ball when it became ostensible that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. beloved could n't get a decent shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a great attempt with a three bank, come from behind shot, but the ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining bar and lined up on the 8 Lucille Ball.

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

Honey was totally wide-eyed and gasping for breathing space. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might misplace. She never had before.

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

'' Another secret plan, '' stammered Honey. `` home rules are that all bets ride to the next game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think guy rope ? Those are the house dominion. This was a special game, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will go for her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per ball against four swats. And, love, in character you did n't observance, the ante is one hundred. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a sneer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll give you one hundred dollar bill recognition for those lace up panty. Just drop them in the cup and we 're gear up to excruciate. ``

dear hesitated and looked around like a snare bunny rabbit in a den of wildcat. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you bloomers and inclination over the board for two swats with that fancy leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost tears, Honey reached down and removed her step-in and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more paste to this game would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the unscathed room every time she shot, Honey was still a much better histrion than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to make a mistake while Jaqui made erroneous belief after error. But somehow Jaqui 's bollocks up shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for Honey to make the about of her shots. It looked like dear had it with two of Jaqui 's chunk still on the table, but both ballock were in just the wrong spot and Honey did n't fall off the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really weakly, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a horrendous concluding shooting, however, the cue was slightly in the side sack and it would take at least one bank to fall off the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner pocket. ``

dear just stood at the end of the table with her backtalk loose. `` That 's four swats you 've got coming, Honey, unless you want to ante up for another plot. ``

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

'' Your clothing - all of it. spiel defenseless or pay the bet. Your alternative. ''

'' A yard, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

beloved did n't say anything, but slipped her blouse over her capitulum and dropped it in the trophy. Her skirt followed shortly. She was n't wearing a bra.

How Honey could stick out naked in a room full of men and play puddle like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even worse. She did n't sink a single ball. Her luck held, however, and Honey was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each turn. Honey sank her last clod and Jaqui 's luck held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the wrong place and Honey had to settle for a refuge on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her chance to whip Honey 's ass and have to pay respective thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you want to add to the bet ? I will defecate it five thousand a ball 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 tabular array with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 ball before Honey got the 8 glob 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 cheeseparing turning point pocket.

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

Honey smugly walked to the end of the board to think the cue glob, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her optic widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's lowest groundless dig, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a mingy circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six ball returned to the board on the office, the logic gate to the corral was effective close. If Honey could n't at least tap the 8 and move it two inches, she would scratch. There were 8 balls on the tabular array. The bet was 10 swats. A prick would be ten times that plus twice that for every egg on the table. 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.

love gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shot from the showtime of the commencement game had been a set up to bring her to this point. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the aright English, she might be capable to get through at the rails and fill in 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 orchis rolled toward the midsection of the table. It was a scribble on the 8 lump. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

honey accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the mesa and bent over it with her hands stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please restrain her over the table, I 've got some whipping to do, '' announced Jaqui. No one moved. We really were n't sure as shooting what to do.

'' She wants it. She may not cognize that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every game, but her secret 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 niche pocket. The shaft 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 hit - 40 thousand clam in light money. But I was uncoerced to bet that little dear here, deep down, is a hurting slut who would love to be my slave forever.

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

We held Honey 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real hard, but every one of the 264 prison term. When she was done, Jaqui lifted dear 's nerve up toward hers and said, `` I want to witness 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 the alleyway door ending behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stair. As I left, for the first time, I stopped to actually read what it said on that battered old prize that held the night 's winnings as well as dear 's habiliment. It read, `` start billet World Billiards Trick Shot tournament Jaqui capital of Mississippi ''