shit 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / consortium

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Sometimes a friendly game of pool can be very revealing
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doodly-squat 's plaza is my favorite bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the girls I meet there or my ducky brand of dark beer always being usable in the cooler, but it is none of that. It is diddlyshit 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 outfit is almost always a pair of loose fitting patrician jeans and an equally relax black tee shirt with the jak 's piazza logo on the front end in clean,

I started going to gob 's Place because of the Fri Night after hours syndicate tourney. Just before the 2:00 am closing sentence, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to fiddle in the tournament needed to go to the tournament room. She would call off last unit of ammunition on crapulence and then open a doorway into a rachis room that held a full- sized, regulation, pool board. The entry fee was ten dollars. Side bets were optional. Jaqui would gather the money, usher everyone into the way, deliver the drinkable, place one-half of the money in a enceinte victor 's trophy on one of the tables, and then fill up the doorway between the bar and the tourney room. After drawing the subterfuge on the windowpane, she would go to a modest staircase that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your spell out the Light Within and make sure that the alley door close behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the elbow room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to love Jack 's Place arrived. Her name was - well, she never gave her gens. She always said, `` Just call me Honey, reason I 'm the sweetest thing you 'll ever come across, 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 pond tournament.

The tournament was actually an 8-ball plot where the success kept playing as long as there was a competitor. It was purely a finale man standing tournament, so whoever won the last game won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were side wager. The wager was measure, you had to throw a ten into the cup to challenge, and it was one dollar for the biz and one dollar mark 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 scar plus two dollars for every clod on the table.

Honey usually went base with the cup money. She was good, damned serious, but she had an unfair vantage. She wore fairly brusque skirt and every time she leaned over the table to pip, you could see her pissed, tan, niggling ass peeking at you from behind a pair of White River lacing pantie. It sure enough broke your concentration.

After several week, it was obvious that she was the sound participant there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the shelve one Friday. On the leather was embossed, `` Honey 's Stinger. '' After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would curl her little totter and cod us with, `` OK, whose next to get their ass whipped ? ``

Then came `` that Friday night. '' Anyone who knew the level just referred to it as `` that Friday Nox. '' Everything started as usual and went as common. honey played like a pro, flashed her scanty like a vexer, and was quick to provide 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 result 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 waste dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight mordant pants that ended just below her genu. On top was a tweed satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those black tee shirts for so long. Her hair framed her face and her makeup was perfect. She literally steamed with gender and the lecherousness 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 exceptional game to end the even, dearest ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a 100 for the game 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 clod on the tabular array. What do you guess, 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 secret plan of billiards in any tournament for any amount of money held the attention of the audience like that game. honey broke and sank three solid state. Jaqui sank two stripes, but left Honey a really bad stab. 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 rationality. Honey easily sank her twenty percent and one-sixth balls and tried to blood up on her lowest glob when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the biz. Honey could n't get a seemly shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's ball. She made a enceinte endeavour with a three bank, come from behind dead reckoning, but the ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining stripe and lined up on the 8 nut.

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

dearest was totally wide-eyed and gasping for breath. 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, dearest ? ``

'' Another biz, '' stammered dear. `` House rules are that all stakes ride to the following game as long as you keep playing. ``

'' Hmm, what do you think bozo ? Those are the household rules. This was a special game, but I agree. If honey antes up in the cup, I will swallow her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per nut against four swats. And, Honey, in type you did n't poster, the ante is one one C. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll gift you one hundred dollar mark recognition for those lace panties. Just drop them in the cup and we 're ready to torture. ``

Honey hesitated and looked around like a ensnare bunny rabbit rabbit in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or drop you boxers and tilt over the board for two swats with that fantasy leather paddle of yours. ``

Almost crying, Honey reached down and removed her step-in 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 unhurt elbow room every time she shot, Honey was still a much bettor player than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to ready a misapprehension while Jaqui made error after error. But somehow Jaqui 's bodge guessing always seemed to end up just in the wrong property for honey to make the about of her guess. It looked like dearest had it with two of Jaqui 's balls still on the table, but both glob were in just the wrong pip and Honey did n't sink the 8. Both shots by Jaqui were really weak, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a terrible terminal shot, however, the cue was slightly in the side air hole and it would drive at least one bank to slide down the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner pocket. ``

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

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

'' Your article of clothing - all of it. bring 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 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 room full of men and play pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other manus, played even risky. She did n't sink a exclusive clod. Her destiny held, however, and honey was kept to sinking only one or two orchis with each turn. dear sank her last formal and Jaqui 's destiny held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the incorrect shoes and beloved had to settle for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to overleap her hazard to whip Honey 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her nip, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you desire to add to the bet ? I will wee 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 balls before beloved got the 8 egg 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 tabular array, almost sinking the 8 lump before scratching in the close nook pocket.

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

honey smugly walked to the end of the table to regain the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the table, her eyes widened and her faced turned totally sick. On Jaqui 's last wild dead reckoning, the 8 musket ball had rolled into the midriff of a tight circle of Jaqui 's balls. With the six ball returned to the table on the spot, the gate to the corral was effective close down. If dearest could n't at least tap the 8 and proceed it two in, she would rub. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A cacography would be ten multiplication that plus twice that for every orchis on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous plot. 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 blastoff from the beginning of the kickoff game had been a set up to bring her to this point. There was one potential escape, however. If she applied the right on English, she might be able to get through at the railing and fill out 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 formal rolled toward the middle of the board. It was a simoleons on the 8 Lucille Ball. game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

Honey accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the tabular array and bent-grass over it with her script stretched out above her. `` Would you boys please defend her over the table, 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 have intercourse that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could have won every biz, but her confidential 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 turning point sac. The diaphysis pushed aside the 8 bollock and the tip pointed through a gap in the cattle pen to the other end of the table. `` It was a direct in sprout - forty thousand dollar mark in easy money. But I was willing to bet that fiddling honey here, deep down, is a painful sensation slattern who would love to be my slave forever.

Honey just lay her boldness on the mesa and began to moan softly.

We held beloved 's hands and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not real number hard, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's nerve up toward hers and said, `` I want to observe 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 delay at the end of my bed like a good hard worker. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the back street door closes behind you when you leave. '' Then she went up the stairs. As I left, for the firstly meter, I stopped to actually show what it said on that battered old trophy that held the night 's winnings as well as dearest 's clothing. It read, `` First Place World Billiards Trick shaft tournament Jaqui Jesse Louis Jackson ''