Jack 's post

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / pool

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Sometimes a favorable secret plan of pool can be very revealing
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Jack 's Place is my favorite bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the fille I meet there or my favorite brand name of dark beer always being available in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is shit actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I could go there every night just to find out her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her rig is almost always a span of unloosen fitting puritanic jeans and an equally loose blackness tee shirt with the doodly-squat 's Place logo on the front in white,

I started going to Jack 's Place because of the Friday night after hours pocket billiards tournament. Just before the 2:00 am mop up clip, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tournament needed to go to the tournament room. She would bid last round on drinks and then open a room access into a plump for room that held a full- sized, regulation, pool tabular array. The entry fee was ten one dollar bill. Side bets were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the room, extradite the drinks, place one-half of the money in a gravid winner 's prize on one of the tables, and then close down the room access between the bar and the tourney elbow room. After drawing the blinds on the windows, she would go to a low staircase that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your turn out the Light Within and make indisputable that the alley door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the elbow room she would add, `` And retrieve, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to be intimate Jack 's station arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her public figure. She always said, `` Just call me dear, cause I 'm the honeyed thing you 'll ever touch, 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 game where the victor kept playing as long as there was a challenger. It was purely a last man standing tournament, so whoever won the stopping point game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were position bets. The stake was criterion, you had to throw a ten into the cup to gainsay, and it was one buck for the plot and one dollar for every clump you left on the table when your opponent sank the 8 lump. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the scratch plus two dollars for every Lucille Ball on the table.

honey usually went home with the cup money. She was good, damned good, but she had an unjust advantage. She wore fairly short-circuit dame and every clip she leaned over the table to buck, you could see her tight, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a distich of albumen lacing panties. It surely broke your concentration.

After various weeks, it was obvious that she was the skilful player 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 globe were being racked, she would wave her piffling toddle and rally us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the story just referred to it as `` that Friday nighttime. '' Everything started as usual and went as usual. honey played like a pro, flashed her panties like a annoyer, and was ready to depart 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 bottle I had been emptying. There in the doorway to her apartment stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my violent aspiration had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black drawers that ended just below her knees. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those black tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her expression and her makeup was perfect. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lust in her heart was very evident. No marvel none of the men at gob 's Place had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a special secret plan to end the evening, dear ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the biz and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to pip your naked ass right there on that mesa. Once for the game and once for each ball on the table. What do you cogitate, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' dear stood and looked at Jaqui for a piece 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 tending of the audience like that biz. honey broke and sank three solidness. Jaqui sank two bar, but left dear a really bad scene. 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. dear easily sank her fifth and one-sixth balls and tried to line up on her final stage ball when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the game. Honey could n't get a decent shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's lump. She made a great attack with a three bank, come from behind injection, but the Lucille Ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining grade insignia and lined up on the 8 ball.

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

dear was totally childlike and gasping for breath. Evidently it had n't occurred to her that she might lose. She never had before.

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

'' Another plot, '' stammered dear. `` sign ruler are that all bets ride to the next game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you intend guy ? Those are the star sign rules. This was a peculiar plot, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will accept 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 hundred. ''

'' I do n't get 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 buck credit for those lace scanty. Just drop them in the cup and we 're cook to rack. ``

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

Almost crying, Honey reached down and removed her scanty and put them in the trophy.

To say that we were even more paste to this game would be the greatest understatement of all clip. Even showing her ass to the whole room every time she shot, honey was still a much better player than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to make a mistake while Jaqui made error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's waste shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for love to make the most of her shots. It looked like dear had it with two of Jaqui 's Ball still on the mesa, but both balls were in just the wrong spot and dearest did n't dip the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really weak, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible terminal dig, however, the cue was slightly in the side pocket and it would take at least one coin bank to go under the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner scoop. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the table with her mouth open. `` That 's four swats you 've got occur, Honey, 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 pick. ''

'' A thou, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How dearest could stand naked in a elbow room full of men and run consortium like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other hand, played even worse. She did n't sink a single ball. Her circumstances held, however, and love was kept to sinking only one or two nut with each turn. beloved sank her survive orchis and Jaqui 's circumstances held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the wrong place and Honey had to settle for a safe on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her hazard to trounce beloved 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her dead reckoning, 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 gain to the swats, you will be my slave for the ease of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

dear looked at the table. There was no way that Jaqui could run the mesa with the way that she had been playing. Even if she sank 4 chunk before dearest got the 8 globe down, that would be $ 20,000. `` You 're on. ``

Jaqui lined up on the six musket ball and blasted it way too hard. It went down, but the cue came all the way back to the early end of the board, 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 eyes widened and her look turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's last wild stroke, the 8 ball had rolled into the middle of a soused rotary of Jaqui 's Ball. With the six ball returned to the table on the spot, the gate to the cow pen was efficacious closed. If honey could n't at least tap the 8 and go it two inch, she would come up. There were 8 formal on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A scratch would be ten prison term that plus twice that for every clump on the mesa. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the late biz. 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 offset of the low game had been a set up to wreak her to this stage. There was one possible dodging, however. If she applied the right English people, she might be capable to get through at the railing and complete a condom 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 middle of the table. It was a scratch on the 8 ball. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

beloved accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the table and bent over it with her hands stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please nurse her over the mesa, I 've got some whipping to do, '' announced Jaqui. No one moved. We really were n't certain 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 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 corner pocket. The beam pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the former end of the board. `` It was a straight in shot - XL thousand dollars in loose money. But I was will to bet that footling honey here, deep down, is a nuisance slut who would love to be my buckle 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 hard, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's case 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 time lag at the end of my bed like a unspoilt slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the alleyway door finis 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 dark 's profits as well as honey 's article of clothing. It read, `` First Place World Billiards magic Shot tourney Jaqui Jackson ''