Jack 's Place

by The Technician

BDSM / Spanking / F/F / Betting / kitty

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Sometimes a friendly game of consortium can be very revealing
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Jack 's Place is my preferent bar. It could be because of the friends I have there or the girls I meet there or my darling brand of dismal beer always being available in the tank, but it is none of that. It is diddley actually Jaqui, pronounced Jackie. She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I could go there every night just to view her behind the bar. And it is n't that she dresses sexy. Her turnout is almost always a pair of loose fitting blueish jeans and an equally loose black tee shirt with the Jack 's lieu logo on the front man in white,

I started going to diddley 's piazza because of the Friday night after hours pocket billiards tournament. Just before the 2:00 am conclusion time, Jaqui would announce that everyone who wanted to play in the tourney needed to go to the tournament room. She would squall hold out round on drinks and then afford a doorway into a rearward room that held a full- sized, regulation, pool table. The entrance fee was ten dollars. face bets were optional. Jaqui would collect the money, usher everyone into the room, surrender the drinks, berth one-half of the money in a large winner 's trophy on one of the tables, and then close the room access between the bar and the tournament room. After drawing the blinds on the windows, she would go to a small stairway that led up to her apartment and announce, `` Make sure your act out the light source and throw for sure that the alley threshold closes behind you when you leave. '' Then pointing to the cameras mounted around the room she would add, `` And remember, Jaqui is watching you. ``

Recently another reason to love Jack 's lieu arrived. Her figure was - well, she never gave her public figure. She always said, `` Just name me Honey, crusade I 'm the unfermented thing you 'll ever play, 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 game where the winner kept playing as long as there was a contender. It was purely a last man standing tourney, so whoever won the final stage plot won the money in the trophy, and yes, there were incline bets. The wager was banner, you had to throw a ten into the cup to gainsay, and it was one buck for the plot and one clam for every egg you left on the board when your opponent sank the 8 glob. If you scratched the 8, it was ten for the cabbage plus two dollars for every orchis on the table.

love usually went home with the cup money. She was skillful, damned in effect, but she had an unfair advantage. She wore fairly forgetful doll and every time she leaned over the tabular array to snap, you could see her tight, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a pair of white lace panties. It trusted broke your concentration.

After respective workweek, it was obvious that she was the best instrumentalist there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the minuscule leather boat 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 wave her little dodder and twit 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. Honey played like a pro, flashed her panties like a ribbing, and was prepare to result 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 solvent 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 flat stood Jaqui. I knew it was Jaqui, but not even in my tempestuous dreams had I seen her like that. She was wearing skin-tight black pants that ended just below her knee. 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 brass and her makeup was gross. She literally steamed with sexuality and the lust in her eyes was very plain. No wonder none of the men at Jack 's situation had never gotten anywhere with Jaqui. She did n't like men, but whoa did she like Honey.

'' How about a extra game to end the eventide, Honey ? I ante in with one hundred and you get a hundred for the secret plan and a hundred for every ball if you win. If I win, I get to whip your raw ass right there on that table. Once for the plot and once for each ball on the tabular array. What do you think, Honey, you ready to get your ass whipped ? '' beloved 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. wrack 'em. ``

I doubt that any game of billiards in any tournament for any amount of money held the attention of the interview 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 apparent ground. Honey easily sank her fifth and sixth egg and tried to parentage up on her last clump when it became apparent that Jaqui 's mistake had actually saved her the secret plan. dear could n't get a comme il faut shot because she was blocked by Jacqui 's nut. She made a great try with a three banking company, come from behind blastoff, but the ball just did n't fall. Jaqui popped both remaining banding and lined up on the 8 ball.

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

dearest was totally wide-eyed 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, Honey ? ``

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

'' Hmm, what do you think bozo ? Those are the mansion ruler. This was a particular game, but I agree. If Honey antes up in the cup, I will accept her challenge. But we double the bet again - four hundred per musket ball against four swats. And, Honey, in case you did n't poster, the ante is one hundred. ''

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

Jaqui smiled, or what it a leer, and replied, `` That 's OK. I 'll pass on you one hundred dollars credit for those lace panties. Just drop them in the cup and we 're ready to rack. ``

love hesitated and looked around like a immobilize bunny rabbit rabbit in a den of wolves. `` It 's either that, '' continued Jaqui, `` or bead you boxershorts and list over the tabular array for two swats with that fancy leather paddle of yours. ``

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

To say that we were even more glue to this game would be the greatest understatement of all time. Even showing her ass to the whole way every time she shot, Honey was still a much better player than Jaqui. Honey never seemed to make a mistake while Jaqui made misplay after error. But somehow Jaqui 's bollocks up shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong station for Honey to pee the most of her shots. It looked like honey had it with two of Jaqui 's chunk still on the tabular array, but both Lucille Ball were in just the wrong stain and Honey did n't sink the 8. Both shot by Jaqui were really washy, but the balls just managed to go down. She left herself a tremendous final shot, however, the cue was slightly in the English pocket and it would occupy at least one banking company to sink the 8. Somehow she did it, though, and the 8 wobbled into the corner sac. ``

Honey just stood at the end of the board with her mouth candid. `` That 's four swats you 've got coming, dear, unless you want to ante up for another secret plan. ``

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

'' Your wear - all of it. Play defenseless or pay the bet. Your pick. ''

'' A thousand, '' whispered Honey.

'' Ten swats, '' replied Jaqui.

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

How honey could stick out naked in a way replete of men and spiel pool like she did was amazing. Jaqui, on the other deal, played even bad. She did n't sink a single ball. Her luck held, however, and dear was kept to sinking only one or two balls with each turn. beloved sank her end musket ball and Jaqui 's chance held even then. Every one of Jaqui 's balls was in just the wrong place and Honey had to settle for a safety on the 8. It looked like Jaqui was going to miss her luck to lather dearest 's ass and have to pay several thousand besides.

Jaqui lined up her shot, and then paused. `` Before I shoot, do you require 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 remainder of the weekend. Maybe you 'll like it, you never know. ``

Honey looked at the table. 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 Honey got the 8 Lucille Ball 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 other end of the mesa, almost sinking the 8 ball before scratching in the shut down box pocket.

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

love smugly walked to the end of the mesa to recover the cue ball, but as she turned to set the cue on the mesa, her centre widened and her faced turned totally pale. On Jaqui 's final stage unwarranted shot, the 8 Lucille Ball had rolled into the middle of a pissed circle of Jaqui 's orchis. With the six ball returned to the table on the spot, 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 rub. There were 8 balls on the table. The bet was 10 swats. A lolly would be ten prison term that plus twice that for every nut on the table. That would be 260 swats plus the four from the previous biz. And beyond that she had agreed to be Jaqui 's striver for the weekend if she lost.

dearest gasped as she realized what was occurring. She had been hustled. Every shaft from the beginning of the first plot had been a set up to bring her to this point. There was one possible escape, however. If she applied the right English, she might be capable to get through at the rail 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 testicle rolled toward the middle of the table. It was a scratch on the 8 formal. Game over. 264 swats, plus a weekend of slavery.

honey accepted defeat. She walked down to the end of the table and bent over it with her mitt stretched out above her. `` Would you boys delight hold 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 know that she wants it, but deep down she does. She could receive won every game, but her closed book 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 quoin pocket. The shaft pushed aside the 8 ball and the tip pointed through a gap in the corral to the early end of the table. `` It was a straight in scene - forty thousand clam in easy money. But I was will to bet that trivial Honey here, deep down, is a pain slattern who would love to be my break one's back forever.

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

We held Honey 's mitt and Jaqui whipped her ass ... not tangible voiceless, but every one of the 264 times. When she was done, Jaqui lifted Honey 's face up toward hers and said, `` I want to encounter 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 hold at the end of my bed like a good slave. ``

Then she turned to us and said, `` Make sure the bowling 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 study what it said on that battered old prize that held the night 's profits as well as Honey 's clothing. It read, `` for the first time shoes existence Billiards Trick Shot Tournament Jaqui Andrew Jackson ''